Terminal illness, that is a word with despair.

Man is an intelligent individual who fears death and longs to survive.

People who learn that they have a terminal illness will feel confused and painful. Then some people will be depressed, and others will be cheered up, looking for all possibilities - all possibilities for survival.

Although they all have terminal illnesses, their fates are different. Some people die soon, and some people can live for several years, even more than ten years. Drugs, surgery, as long as there is hope, they are willing to try .

They are lonely, lonely, and afraid. They hope to meet more people like them, encourage each other, hug each other for warmth, and even if there is little hope, they should take care of each other and live.

Under such circumstances, patient groups came into being.

The formation and existence of this group is of great significance to these patients, and this place has become an important gathering place for them to exchange information. It has also become their spiritual comfort, and even a pillar.

Chen Yanqiu's patient group was founded spontaneously by patients. In the group, people often complained about some strange things they encountered, and some people said about the purchase channels of some drugs, or the results of use. Compared with the general group, this group is more Active, people keep posting all kinds of news every day.

There is also a kind of news, the news of death. After each period, an avatar in the group will darken and will never light up again. They will sympathize with each other and light candles for those who have passed away.

It seems that since being sentenced by the hospital, they have been different from ordinary people. It is the existence of such a group that allows them to fill the life of not knowing where to go.

Not long after Song Wen sneaked in, what Song Wen didn't expect was that the group they belonged to called themselves three groups among the patients, and the entire group had more than 200 people. It can be seen that the number of sick people in the entire Nancheng is not small.

There are still more than 100 people online in this group at night, and after two o'clock, there are still many people swiping the screen to talk, chatting hotly.

When I first came into contact with this case, it was full of doubts, and Song Wen felt that he was far away from Chen Yanqiu and could not understand his life and feelings at all. Now that he entered the chat group he used to be in, Song Wen felt that he was suddenly drawn closer to him. distance from those patients.

These people turned out to be ordinary people, talking about the movie they watched today and the clothes they were going to buy tomorrow. But they are different. Every sentence seems to be full of despair and longing for life.

Suddenly, someone said, "I don't know if I have a chance to finish this drama." The atmosphere in the group became low, but soon, everyone became enthusiastic again.

"I heard that in India, a new targeted drug is being developed."

"Nancheng Affiliated Hospital seems to be adding a few more wards to this department recently."

"Hey, I like their nurse surnamed Li. She's good-looking and gentle, and it's a good idea to poke a needle."

After Lu Siyu woke up, he leaned next to Song Wen and watched the chat in the group while eating dinner. In all fairness, Song Wen's porridge was well cooked. When he tasted it, the dishes were average, and there was still room for improvement.

It was already two o'clock in the middle of the night, but those patients had no intention of going to sleep at all. They seemed to be hurrying to the last time of their lives to revel.

Then, the topic entered "part-time work".

A person named Zhuozhuo with an administrator label jumped out and asked, "Anyone want to work? I want to pick up live private chats!"

"Hey, Zhuozhuo, are you here to solicit business again?"

"Are you forcing us to sell?"

"Stop talking nonsense, you don't want anyone willing, you are short of money!" Zhuozhuo said again, "Before this Friday, I need someone urgently, a man of sex, who has a lot of money to talk about, and someone who has fate." After two minutes, Zhuozhuo withdrew the message again.

Song Wen frowned, "Why didn't this group send the information about working at 2:00 in the morning? And... it was sent, why should it be withdrawn? Is the purpose to prevent other patients from seeing their conversations in the morning?" He paused After a moment, "And... since the burning hair, why did the group suddenly become cold? It's not because many people don't sleep in the middle of the night, just waiting for this information?"

"Go and ask." Lu Siyu said.

Song Wen used Zhang Rui's account, and his online name was Ruixue Zhaofengnian. He typed a few words, "What kind of work is this time?" After thinking about it, he deleted it and changed it to "I'm interested." Then Song Wen and Lu Siyu looked at each other, and Lu Siyu nodded at him. .

Song Wen sent those four words over.

After a while, the burning head swayed: "?"

Song Wen didn't know how to answer for a while, because his password was right or wrong, or there was something wrong. But when he saw that he came back to him, "You are not Zhang Rui."

Song Wen sent three words: "I am."

The other party was silent for a moment: "Zhang Rui is dead, who are you?"

In an instant, Lu Siyu and Song Wen in front of the phone were all refreshed. Does anyone know that Zhang Rui is dead? So, does this person know anything about it? Could he have something to do with the case?

Song Wen was thinking about what to say, but Lu Siyu grabbed the phone with a spoon in his mouth, pressed a few words, and asked another question: "You don't believe me?" Since you want to pretend Zhang Rui, you might as well pretend for a while. Explore the truth of the other side.

Song Wen saw that he had taken a seat, got up and washed his hands, sat at the dining table and started to eat. He had eaten some before, which would be used as a late-night snack, and then he lowered his head and started peeling the boiled shrimp that he made at night.

The other party was silent for a moment, and then typed out a line of words, "We check in every week in our group to prove that he is alive, Zhang Rui has not clocked in for six months in a row, and he has not answered the phone, he is already dead, are you? Who?"

It turned out that the other party judged that Zhang Rui was dead. Lu Siyu's eyes blinked slightly, and he typed a line: "I'm his friend, where did Chen Yanqiu go? Do you know?"

The other party's avatar darkened for a moment, and just when Song Wen thought he might not be able to speak, the other party sent a message.

"He hasn't appeared for a long time, I don't know."

"What did he do when he went to work before?"

The first thing they need to figure out is what this so-called part-time job is. Looking at it now, it is very likely that this so-called part-time job has something to do with Chen Yanqiu's strange behavior later, and it is also possible that it has something to do with his death.

The other party did not reply for a long time.

Song Wen lost his patience, and he gave up: "The other party seems to be offline. Tomorrow we will check the identity of this person. It's a big deal to call the police station to ask." Peeled shrimp.

Lu Siyu bit the shrimp into his mouth and typed directly: "Make a price."

Zhuozhuo, who hadn't spoken for a long time, suddenly came to life, his head changed from black and white to color, beating very vigorously: "Ten thousand yuan."

Lu Siyu input: "Interview."

"cash."

"After the fact."

"Okay, I'll set the time and place. I'll send it to you later."

The two quickly reached an agreement, and Song Wen was stunned by this transaction method: "Are you going to exchange money for news?"

"What? Can't you?" Lu Siyu glanced at him and said, "Anyway, the other party is a patient, so it's a charity."

"You are so generous with your salary for two months." Song Wendao, "Besides, you are not afraid that the other party is a liar and doesn't know anything?"

"No, he should know something, and he wants money, the money is in my hands, and the news is worth it, I have the final say. As a policeman, are you still afraid of fraud?" Lu Siyu said Click on each profile to check the names of those people, "Being in this group, recruiting people to work, or even selling medicines, are all for the sake of money."

After getting sick, only money can prolong their life.

Lu Siyu said again: "Also, Lao Jia was right before, I guess this part-time job is not the right way."

Song Wen frowned, he did not guess this possibility, if those patients were used, it would be terrifying: "Many of those patients are dying soon, and they are very short of money, then they... anything is possible. ." As he spoke, Song Wen stuffed Lu Siyu with another shrimp, and he felt the pleasure of feeding it.

Those people are dying people. They don't have the physical strength of ordinary people, but they have a heart of unwillingness. They are about to die, their lives are no longer valuable, and money and sex are infinitely magnified. Such people, their lives have been There is no bottom line, as long as there is enough money, it is possible for them to do anything.

"After the shrimp is cooked, rinse it with ice water to make it more tender..." Lu Siyu said, stirring the porridge in front of him with a spoon: "This is how human beings are. One, even in modern times, there are people who are selling children and women. Even people who are dying have value, but these people are still a minority, and cases like the one we encountered should be rare."

Good and evil, poor and rich, life and death, there are inherently insurmountable gaps. Under the condition of terminal illness, this gap is magnified, life is about to pass, and the self does not exist anymore. They can sell their dignity, even kill, commit crimes, and bring drugs...

Song Wen's cell phone rang, and a message came from the other side: "KFC in front of People's Park, at 12 noon, I'm wearing a red dress."

Song Wen was stunned when he saw this sentence: "It's actually a woman..."

Lu Siyu returned the phone to him: "It's not only men who get sick, men and women are equal."

The next morning, Song Wen woke up and received a message. Everything was consistent with their reasoning. The mummified corpse was indeed Chen Yanqiu's. The people in the bureau also began to check the previous problems to confirm whether the deceased cremated at that time was Zhang Rui. .

Song Wen didn't go to the police station, and took Lu Siyu directly to the People's Park in Nancheng City. When they arrived, it was about twelve o'clock. It was meal time, and KFC was always full of people.

Song Wen took a look when he walked to the door. This KFC is surrounded by glass curtain walls on three sides, with a wide view. There are Starbucks and Haagen-Dazs next to it. People come and go. No wonder the other party chose such a place.

Across the distance, they saw a girl in red, nibbling on chicken wings, wearing a red dress that was as bright as fire, very eye-catching in KFC. The girl was good-looking and had a side ponytail. , hanging down beside his face, with a pair of almond-shaped eyes, seeing the two of them sitting opposite to each other, he raised his eyes and glanced at them: "That's what you want to ask about Chen Yanqiu and Zhang Rui? Did you bring the money?"

Lu Siyu took out a paper bag, showed her the money, and put it back.

Song Wendao: "It won't hurt you afterwards, but the premise is that you have to know their affairs."

The girl looked at them again, rolled her eyes, wiped her hands with a tissue, "You two, this age, this attitude, this, so handsome... no... are you the police?"

Song Wendao: "This has nothing to do with trading, right? We are not bad people anyway."

The girl pursed her lips, "...I have to confirm...in case..."

Before she could finish her words, Song Wen suddenly stretched out a finger and stroked the girl's hair. The girl didn't expect this, sighed and ducked back.

But her speed was not as fast as Song Wen's. Song Wen picked up a finger and a Bluetooth headset fell out of the girl's hair and landed on the dinner plate in front of her with a clang. Her cry was not loud and was drowned out in the noise of the restaurant.

"It's just to ask for some news, it must be like Infernal Affairs." Song Wen pointed to the Starbucks beside him, "Call Zhuozhuo here, since they're all here."

The girl blushed, glared at them both, grabbed the earphones and ran away.

Just now, Lu Siyu sat next to him with a cold face and didn't speak. When the girl left, he turned to look at Song Wen: "How did you see it?"

Song Wen pointed to the pile of chicken bones in front of him: "Have a terminal illness and still have such a good appetite? And she turned her head to one side from time to time, just listening to what the other party said. Then..." He pointed to Starbucks, " Someone is looking at us from there."

Sure enough, after a while, a woman with a hat walked over from the direction of Starbucks and sat opposite the two of them.

"Bright?" Song Wen asked again.

"I am, tell me, what do you want to know." The woman's voice was slightly hoarse, she looked like she was in her early twenties, she raised her head, her eyes were dark and calm, those were eyes that were used to seeing life and death .