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Apartment 10.699 (10)
Fa Tongye made a rustling noise in the hot summer night, and Xue Xuanqing recognized the person who got off the bus——
Zong Qinglin, Zong Ying's father. Reading at zero
The fire in her heart suddenly became more vigorous, but she let go of Zong Ying's hand, and stood aside without saying a word, and glanced at Zong Ying's face from the corner of her eye.
Of course Zong Ying recognized him as well, so he adjusted his uniform and called Zong Qinglin, "Dad."
Zong Qinglin glanced at the two of them, and said for a long time, "Go up."
Zong Ying was silent, and Xue Xuanqing turned her face away angrily.
In the end, Zong Ying turned around, took out the key to unlock the door, and opened the door to invite them in.
Zong Qinglin advanced the door, Xue Xuanqing looked down and took out the cigarette case, and refused in a bad tone: "I won't go up, I have to smoke a cigarette."
Zong Ying respected her decision, let go and let the door close automatically. Across the glass door, the cigarette in Xue Xuanqing's hand lit up in the dark.
Zong Qinglin hasn't come to Apartment 699 for a long time, maybe ten years, maybe even longer. Such a surprise visit today is rare.
The father and daughter didn't speak in the elevator. Just before the door opened, Zong Qinglin said, "They informed me that you are missing. I think it is necessary to take a look. So where did you go?"
Zong Ying effortlessly repeated the lie, but Zong Qinglin did not question her repeatedly like Xue Xuanqing.
He seemed to believe Zong Ying's statement easily, and didn't think there was anything suspicious.
When he saw the door lock that was picked up, he said, "How did you pick it? It's reckless."
Zong Ying ignored this sentence and entered the room to entertain him. But she didn't have anything to entertain. There were cold investigation boxes and evidence boxes beside the sofa, and the ashtray on the coffee table was full of cigarette butts discarded by Xue Xuanqing.
She went into the kitchen to pick up a pot of water, and the kettle started to gurgling, and the sound became warmer.
Zong Qinglin didn't take a seat when he entered the room, and said, "It's still the same here." Zong Ying kept the kettle silent, watching him walk around the house.
It was hot and the water boiled quickly. Zong Ying took a clean water cup, pulled out a box of black tea from the cupboard, and took some tea leaves in his hands, all of which were already hanging to the mouth of the cup, and finally gave up.
Forget it, maybe he's not used to it.
Zong Ying poured a glass of boiled water and brought it to the living room, but turned his head to see Zong Qinglin walking into the south-facing room.
It was Zong Ying's study over there. Before she used it, it belonged to her mother.
Zong Qinglin stopped in front of a bookcase, and the old light on the top illuminated the glass case.
A photo frame was quietly placed in the corner. In the black and white photos, dozens of people were neatly dressed, either sitting or standing, with a few teachers sitting at the front—
It is a souvenir for the 1982 graduates of the School of Pharmacy.
There is himself in the photo, Zong Yu's uncle Xing Xueyi, and Zong Ying's mother Yan Man.
The face is young, the corners of the mouth are raised, and they are all smiling. Photos can freeze happy moments, but they can't hold onto them.
Up to now, Yan Man is dead, Xing Xueyi is also dead, and only he is still alive.
Zong Qinglin raised his hand and subconsciously wanted to touch the photo frame, but was blocked by the glass cabinet.
Zong Ying said behind him, "That cupboard is all my mother's stuff. Grandma locked it. I don't have the key."
Zong Qinglin withdrew his hand, turned around and said nothing.
Zong Ying asked, "How is Zong Yu's situation?"
Zong Qinglin's complexion became heavier: "I heard it's not very good, I'm about to go to see."
Zong Ying didn't have a deep relationship with this younger brother, maybe they were too different in age, or maybe they had pre-set hostility from the beginning, so it was impossible to tell.
The only thing she can be sure of is that after her mother died, she grew up quickly and went to school quickly, just to stay away from her family.
Now, as she wishes, she has become a "stranger" in that family, and she can only stop caring and inquiring.
Zong Qinglin answered a phone call at this time, it seemed that Zong Yu's mother called and urged him to go to the hospital. Zong Qinglin replied briefly, "I know," and then said to Zong Ying, "You're almost thirty, so be more measured. It's better not to happen again."
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He won't give any substantive advice, and he's not willing to communicate. He only likes to say "you can, you can't", "good, bad".
Zong Ying has long been accustomed to such big parents.
Xue Xuanqing only smoked two cigarettes when she sent him out.
Watching Zong Qinglin get into the car, Zong Ying planned to go upstairs, Xue Xuanqing followed closely, frowned and asked, "Does he still care about the shares your mother left you, otherwise why would he condescend to come here?"
Zong Ying glanced back at her, Xue Xuanqing said quickly, "I talk too much."
Zong Ying walked out of the elevator and said without looking back, "You have to find someone to solve the lock you picked. I don't want to sleep with the door open."
Xue Xuanqing was absolutely wrong about picking the lock, so he really contacted people to change the lock, but it was too late, and many people were unwilling to go to work, so Xue Xuanqing simply went out to find it.
She all walked to the door, suddenly took two steps back to the living room, picked up the evidence box like a baby, stared at Zong Ying, and looked cautious and defensive: "I must take this away first, and I will never give you a chance to do something. "
Zong Ying knew her too well, it was useless to stop her at this time, so she said generously: "Take it."
After Xue Xuanqing left, Zong Ying tidied up the house and opened the window to let the south wind pour in.
She remembered last night, which was also here, but it was a completely different scene, more orderly and clean, prompting her to sleep well.
Zong Ying stood at the wind and looked at the lights of the high-rise buildings, and warned herself that she should not think about it any more. That era and the upcoming war had nothing to do with her.
Xue Xuanqing came back at about two o'clock, carrying a new lock that I didn't know where to buy, and took out the toolbox from Zong Ying's house, and simply changed the lock by himself.
These two people are people who don't like to chat at work. Xue Xuanqing only cares about changing the locks, while Zong Ying just sits on the sofa and watches her change, and the two of them don't communicate at all.
By the time it's changed, it's past three in the morning. Xue Xuanqing stood up and clapped his hands, complaining "It's really troublesome", then quickly packed the toolbox, slammed the door, and went into the room to wash his hands.
With the sound of water rushing, she asked, "it's almost dawn, do you want to take a shower and go to the station with my car?"
"No." Zong Ying refused.
"Then hurry up and sleep for a while." Xue Xuanqing turned off the faucet, dried her hands, and threw the new key on the coffee table in front of her: "Remember to change it, I'll go first, and then I will kill you if I turn it off on purpose."
Zong Ying lay on the sofa without making a sound, Xue Xuanqing saw her pretending to be dead, and strode out of the door, intending to close the door to vent her anger, but in the end, only a click sounded, be careful.
Zong Ying raised his hand to cover his face, and after a long time, he got up to charge the phone, and then went to take a bath.
After a long absence, the hot water washed away the exhaustion all over her body, and her heartbeat gradually increased. After changing his clothes, Zong Ying bent down and picked up a bunch of keys on the coffee table. After thinking about it, he took off a spare and put it in the drawer at the entrance. under the key.
She looked up, and inadvertently saw the corridor lamp that had been on for nearly a century.
At this moment, she suddenly remembered something, and hurried back to the room to open the safe, took out Sheng Qingrang's briefcase, picked up her mobile phone, and went out.
It was past five o'clock when we went out, and the subway had not yet opened. The taxi stopped on the half-illuminated street and loaded Zong Ying straight to the Pujiang Hotel.
The road was blocked unexpectedly. The driver said, "It seems that there was an accident ahead." Zong Ying sat in the car and watched the time approaching six o'clock.
The street that had just woken up kept going backwards in the corner of the light. When she rushed to the hotel out of breath, a wall clock at the front desk indicated that it was just past six o'clock, and she was finally a step late.
She tried to breathe calmly and asked the front desk if she had already checked out. The front desk replied, "Retired, ten minutes ago, a gentleman left." She then asked if there was a message, and the front desk gave a "En?" and gave a standard smile. , Answer: "No."
The expected answer, but Zong Ying actually noticed a trace of uncontrollable loss, and the briefcase in his hand seemed to sink a little.
She walked out the door, got into the taxi that the doorman called for her, and had to go back to her work unit.
On the way, she took out Sheng Qingrang's notebook and turned to the latest page——
"On the 24th, the capital committee meeting is tentatively scheduled at 8:00 in the morning. In the afternoon, the professional group will discuss the matter of internal relocation. In the evening, the college moot court will continue as usual. Take the time to visit the teacher."
Flip forward-
"On the 23rd, I will have a detailed talk with Miss Zong in the evening (hope to meet)."
That night was their official meeting.
Zong Ying closed the notebook, the sun rose outside the car window, and the sun was covering the wide river. Everything was old, and everything was new.
She turned on her phone to check the news about the 723 Tunnel case, and saw an insider who came out and said—
Drugs were indeed found in Xing Xueyi's car, but Xing Xueyi's autopsy results showed that he did not drive under the influence of drugs.
There is a lot of doubts below-
The vehicle is not broken, right? Why does the car get out of control without drugs? Is the forensic doctor in charge of the case the eldest daughter of Zong Qinglin?
Insider Answers -
The forensic doctor in charge of the case is someone else, not the clan forensic doctor pointed out in the news. At the same time, an internal form with mosaics was posted.
Doubts still persist, with snarky sarcasm—
It's just a habitual tactic of stealing the beam and changing the column after being exposed, and it's so fake.
The insider has not replied so far, maybe because of anger, or because...it's unnecessary.
Some people may not really care about the truth, and they question it just to verify the "facts" they want to believe.
Other related, in addition to the "denouncement" of the relatives of the victims against the relevant departments and Xinxi Pharmaceutical, there is also a photo of the child.
With a broken shoulder, bandages and casts, he sat in a wheelchair with helpless and blank eyes, and the title was "He lost his parents and unborn brother in an accident", not much to say, but enough Let the spectators eat this abrupt end of sadness.
A kind of indifferent consumption out of the way.
Zong Ying closed the page and sighed very slowly. After a long time, he dug out the address book and allocated it to a junior sister who worked in the affiliated hospital.
She cut to the chase: "Xiao Dai, can you make an appointment for a cerebral angiogram for me?"
The junior sister was stunned for a moment and asked, "What's the situation, come up and do DSA directly?"
Zong Ying looked out of the car window: "The screening has been done, I need a diagnosis report."
There was silence for about half a minute, and finally said: "Okay, you can spare two days, can you come out on Friday and Saturday?"
The unit building appeared in sight, and Zong Ying replied, "Okay, thank you."
On the last day of July, Zong Ying took a good leave and was admitted to the hospital as scheduled.
After a series of pre-imaging examinations, Xiao Dai asked her about her condition, and only asked her, "Is it strictly fasting?"
Zong Ying gave a positive answer, and Xiao Dai added: "Our hospital is not as strong as Senior Brother Sheng's Hospital. Why do you want to be far away? Don't want to let Senior Brother know?"
Zong Ying said: "He knows almost as much as everyone knows."
Xiao Dai smiled bitterly: "You only came to me because of my strictness." After that, he handed her the informed consent form: "Sign it."
After the sensitivity test was over, Zong Ying turned off her mobile phone and went into the examination room. The equipment nurse sterilized her and spread it out in a single layer. Xiao Dai covered her mask and asked, "Senior sister, you can transfer to another department at that time. Why did you just give up the hospital? The public security system may not be easier than the hospital."
1% lidocaine was injected, local anesthesia was completed, the puncture needle was advanced into the skin, and the artery was pierced.
Zong Ying was lying on the imaging bed and lost his mind.
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