Chapter 73 Macbeth (fourteen)

Dong Xiaoqing, a young girl, didn't know where she got so much energy, she pulled and slapped her violently, and actually pulled the weapon from Zhou Huaixin's body again.

Her eyes were red, her description was upside down, and she swung a blood-stained knife, resembling a human-shaped Yaksha, turned and rushed towards the stunned crowd.

The people who were originally crowded together screamed against the ground. Except for a few warriors who were still hiding in the corner, most of them didn't want to lose their lives because of a little work. They pushed and fled in all directions. There were all those who were running around, perfectly forming a human barrier, blocking the bodyguards who were overwhelmed by the Zhou family.

Luo Wenzhou's adrenaline surged, almost squirting from the top of his head. Without even thinking about it, he chased after him and ran for more than ten meters. His consciousness was half a beat before he caught up with Scud. He thought of Fei Du again, and turned his head to take a look. .

However, to Luo Wenzhou's surprise, Fei Du was neither dizzy nor vomited, he just stood a little stiffly beside Zhou Huaixin, his eyes a little scattered without glasses, but he was still awake, he turned to Luo Wenzhou, his eyes Deliberately avoiding the blood around him, he caught a glimpse of Luo Wenzhou out of the corner of his eye and calmly waved at him.

For a moment, Fei Du's haemorrhage didn't look very serious.

Luo Wenzhou felt something was wrong, but it was too late to think about it now. Seeing that Dong Xiaoqing had passed through the crowd and was about to run out of Hengai Hospital, Luo Wenzhou roughly estimated her route, rubbed the corner of the wall to avoid the crowd, and stepped onto the roadside flower bed. , chased up like flying over the wall.

From Dong Xiaoqing's knife attack to the successful escape, everything was too fast.

There was a "hum" in Fei Du's head, and the blood that spread from Zhou Huaixin's lower abdomen was like a heavy hammer.

Although it is a little inconvenient to faint, but there are not many opportunities to see blood in daily life. Occasionally, when break a small mouth, the nausea will pass after a while.

Fei Du didn't know how long it had been since he faced such a scene, his ears roared, his limbs almost lost control, his fingertips twitched as if they were repulsive, and all the bones and muscles in his body were ròu in an instant. Tension, which kept him upright, seemingly awake, but in fact his consciousness was blurred.

Fei Du clenched his fists fiercely, and his joints rattled. He forcibly looked away and strode towards Zhou Huaijin while his heart was beating erratically.

Zhou Huaijin was pinned on one leg by the overturned wheelchair, and knelt on the ground at a loss. The next moment, he was picked up by the collar.

"He may have injured his internal organs, and the abdominal bleeding is very dangerous," Fei Du said to him in a cold and hasty tone, "Do you want his life? If so, call the best emergency personnel in your hospital immediately. President Zhou, I know you're not lame, stand up!"

Zhou Huaijin staggered for a moment before standing up, stared at Fei Du in horror for two seconds, then seemed to wake up from a dream and grabbed the phone.

Zhou Huaixin was like a fish whose stomach was ripped apart, instinctively thumping on the ground, surrounded by a circle of people, no one dared to move him rashly, and the blood rubbed more and more. Fei Du listened to Zhou Huaijin calling people incoherently, and then watched him throw his mobile phone at Zhou Huaixin, shouting nonsense such as "Look at brother" and "It's okay". Fei Du raised his eyelashes soaked in cold sweat and met Zhou Huaixin's gaze.

Zhou Huaixin's eyes were getting darker and darker, and his eyes were getting more and more out of focus. In Fei Du's eyes, he was undergoing a strange change - he was turning into a pile of unfamiliar organic waste.

He clearly felt that his whole person was divided into two parts, one half felt physically sick and dizzy because of Zhou Huaixin's bleeding wound, and the other half was like an outlier, looking into Zhou Huaixin's eyes inexplicably, unable to Associating this dying man with the Zhou Huaixin he knew, and at a loss for the anxiety and pain of others, he instinctively tried to blend in, searching in vain for the theoretical empathy that a normal person should have.

However, after scouring the stomach, there was no such thing.

"Everyone is afraid of death, but what they are afraid of is the unknown. Death itself is not painful, even pleasurable, you should have experienced it yourself."

"Have you ever noticed the eyes of those dying animals? Those are the eyes that have found the truth - the truth is that 'alive' itself is an illusion created by the nervous system, a false sense of self."

"Human consciousness is like flowing water, it changes all the time, and death is its final flow. Unless you can understand or control the whole process of changing consciousness, this life does not belong to you, something that does not belong to you, every time you change They are all deviating from your cognition, they are dying every moment, and the only thing that remains unchanged is the skin sac made of carbohydrates. When you feel this skin sac, isn't it like anthropomorphizing a pig on a plate? ? That's a type of paranoia."

The strong smell of blood rushed into Fei Du's nose, causing Fei Du's internal organs to boil. The emergency personnel rushed out of Heng'ai Hospital sweating profusely, surrounded Zhou Huaixin and started first aid. As if carrying the person away, Fei Du followed him all the way to the emergency room. Finally, unable to bear it any longer, he put Zhou Huaijin down by himself, turned around and rushed to the bathroom.

Dong Xiaoqing, the murderer who committed the murder in front of everyone's eyes, was covered in blood, her hair tie was broken, her heart-scorching wavy curls were scattered behind her, and her infinite strands of hair flew up and down in the wind, sometimes entangled in her. On the shocking murder weapon in his hand.

"Dong Xiaoqing!" With his long legs, Luo Wenzhou kept the distance from Dong Xiaoqing shortening. Seeing that she had already rushed onto the main road, Luo Wenzhou roared at her, "Stop, do you really think you can run!"

Dong Xiaoqing may have been exhausted and her steps slowed down. After hearing these words, she suddenly stopped, turned back to Luo Wenzhou, and raised the knife at him.

Luo Wenzhou was not afraid of her slashing with a knife. In his opinion, ten Dong Xiaoqings with knives were nothing to be afraid of, but he was really puzzled by the girl's motives, for fear that she would commit suicide in an unstable state of mind. , quickly stopped a few steps away.

"Calm down." Luo Wenzhou pressed his hands down, and tried to look at Dong Xiaoqing with a calm and firm gaze, trying to stabilize her, making up a nonsense on the spot, "Listen to me, girl, the person you stabbed just now isn't dead. The consequences are not serious, don't be afraid, it's fine."

Dong Xiaoqing was still in a state of stress, but at this time she probably had a bit of an aftertaste. Her hand holding the knife was shaking all the time. don't know if she was scared, or if she regretted not giving Zhou Huaixin another shot.

"I'm a policeman," Luo Wenzhou said in a deep voice, taking out his ID card from a distance and holding it up. "You can tell me if you have anything."

Dong Xiaoqing took a step back, and her gaze finally focused on Luo Wenzhou. After a while, the frenzy and distortion on her blood-stained face gradually subsided, and only the deep-seated grief and anger emerged. Dong Xiaoqing's eye circles turned red from the outside of her eyelids to the inside of her eyeballs. She was like a mute. The world couldn't hear her voice. Occasionally, when she encountered inquiring ears, she didn't know where to start.

Luo Wenzhou cautiously tried to take a step forward: "Relax, don't keep holding that sword, won't it sink? How dangerous."

"I..." Following his voice, Dong Xiaoqing lowered the tip of the knife subconsciously a little, and said upside down, "My father, he..."

Luo Wenzhou stared at the knife in her hand, carefully calculating how confidently he could take her with one blow, and while approaching Dong Xiaoqing calmly, he continued: "Your father is wronged, we all know that, and it will definitely happen in the future. Give him his innocence."

Unexpectedly, after hearing this sentence, Dong Xiaoqing's tears "swiped" and fell: "My father... my father is not wronged."

Luo Wenzhou was taken aback: "What did you say?"

"He's also one of those people who..."

As soon as Dong Xiaoqing said this, a strong wind suddenly swept across. A sudden car turned sharply after accelerating without warning. When it hit Dong Xiaoqing righteously, Luo Wenzhou couldn't react at all. Dong Xiaoqing had already wiped him and flew away. Going out, the voice didn't even have time to come out of his throat.

The shards of the front windshield were like raindrops swept up by the strong wind, spraying Luo Wenzhou all over his head, and the car that caused the accident accelerated again without hesitation, stepped on the accelerator to the bottom, and came straight towards Luo Wenzhou. It might be useful to hide

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His strength was exhausted, but he was still hung by the rear-view mirror on the side of the car. The rear-view mirror broke on the spot. Ignoring the severe pain, he instinctively tightened his muscles to protect his head, and rolled out to the side of the road away from the road. .

The perpetrator was indeed very experienced. He knew that every second he delayed would be a big risk. He didn't waste time turning a corner to pursue him.

The road from the back door of Heng'ai Hospital is a bit desolate. It's not rush hour at this time. The road is empty.

Half of Luo Wenzhou's body was numb from the blow, and it took a while for him to struggle to get up. Only then did the others react one after another and dashed over. While rushing towards Dong Xiaoqing, he contacted the city bureau office: "Nanshan Road at the back door of Heng'ai Hospital, white XX car, license plate Yan CXXXXX, wanted in the city... No, the province, the whole country, even if he goes to the Pacific Ocean, he will be given I'll drop an anchor and pull it back!"

Dong Xiaoqing's head was deformed, and a shoe flew directly across the road. Luǒlu's hands and feet were covered with dust, and her blood was blurred. She really couldn't die any longer.

"Fuck you bastard." Luo Wenzhou couldn't help but utter a foul language. His brow bone was itchy.

Luo Wenzhou gasped violently, "What's going on with Tao Ran and Xiao Haiyang, did they arrive at Dong Xiaoqing's house?"

Lang Qiao first carried out his order without any doubts, and it was not until this moment that he had a chance to speak: "I was just about to report to you, just now Deputy Tao called and said that there was no one at Dong Xiaoqing's house, and there was a fire... Boss, this is What's going on? Also, why do you want this car?"

Luo Wenzhou closed his eyes fiercely.

Dong Xiaoqing, who had just been wounded with a knife, was so frightened that the people who were running around gathered around again.

Dong Xiaoqing fell in broad daylight.

This girl has a bad temper and is stubborn. On the one hand, she claims that she is ready to spend all her wealth to compensate the victim, and on the other hand, she resolutely defends her father's reputation all the time.

So why did she take the risk, why did she assassinate Zhou Huaijin?

Why do you need to contact Xiao Haiyang in advance?

What does she want to gān? What does she want to give to Xiao Haiyang?

And her dying sentence "He is also one of those people"...

Who are "those people"?

Who is so bold and dare to kill and set fire in front of the criminal police?

Luo Wenzhou was out of breath for a moment.

At this time, Fei Du in Heng'ai Hospital was almost spitting out his internal organs, and his hands were shaking when he rinsed his mouth.

Fei Du irritably unbuttoned two shirts, splashed a handful of cold water on his face, grabbed the wet hair behind his head, and stuffed two mints into his mouth, until the mints melted. I finally managed to get the strength to walk upright. Fei Du glanced indifferently at his blue-colored self in the mirror, and put his trembling fingers into his pockets.

Zhou Huaijin bent over, curled up on the hospital bench, his blood-stained hands were nervously tangled together, and the tendons on his neck were ferociously exposed. Suddenly, a wet towel fell from the sky, Zhou Huaijin raised his head blankly, and saw Fei Du walking beside him, but didn't look at him, just stared at the lights in the operating room.

"Let's wipe it," Fei Du said first, "Mr. Zhou probably doesn't know me well, but I occasionally play with Huai Xin."

Zhou Huaijin mian qiáng to deal with him: "I know, Mr. Fei, I have long admired..."

"I have long admired you," Fei Du interrupted him. "Zhou Huaixin never leaves his brother for three words. Every time he mentions President Zhou, it seems like he hasn't been weaned. Hearing it, his ears will grow calluses."

Zhou Huaijin took a deep breath and clasped his hands together tightly.

At this time, a few medical staff hurried past them without knowing what was going on. This movement alarmed Zhou Huaijin. He stood up abruptly, and looked in the direction of the operating room for a while, as if he could not sit still. Live, walk around in place. His gentle and elegant face, which he usually wears like a mask, is absent, his hair is messy, his hands are involuntarily clasped together, as if asking for mercy from an unknown god, and he murmurs to comfort himself: "It's okay, it's okay... It's definitely okay. ."

"With such a long knife, once it's in and out, it's probably very small." Fei Du interrupted him again nonchalantly, "Mr. Zhou, although it's life and death, he still does it for you."

Zhou Huaijin slumped his shoulders weakly: "I know, I just..."

"I'm not talking about him blocking the sword for you," Fei Du said slightly aggressively, "Mr. Zhou, you know what I mean, I'm referring to the cause and effect of the whole thing—you believe that people who deceive the world will Is there any retribution? Lie and lie, maybe bad luck will come true."

Zhou Huaijin shuddered.

Fei Du: "Do you want to start with how you planned to kidnap yourself?"

A few black-clothed bodyguards approached quietly, surrounding Fei Du nervously.

Fei Du's pale mouth held a sarcastic smile, completely ignoring these parallel imports—if they were useful, Zhou Huaixin wouldn't be on the verge of death in the emergency room.

After a while, Zhou Huaijin waved his hand and said softly, "You're right."

"It's all gone, go out," Zhou Huaijin said to the bodyguards, "let me chat with Mr. Fei."

Fei Du walked to the vending machine, bought two bottles of water, and handed them to Zhou Huaijin.

"It's the person I'm looking for." Zhou Huaijin took half the bottle in one gulp, took a deep breath, and said, "Including Dangtuo's Hengda, I also chose."

"Aren't you afraid that the police will be late and they will drown you in the river in a fake show?"

"Someone is watching, and if something goes wrong, they will save me. We are looking for local people who are familiar with the path, and it is not easy to be caught by the police - even if they are caught, it doesn't matter, I can prove that they are enthusiastic passers-by. "

This is really convenient.

Fei Du nodded: "You are not in the country all the year round, so you may not be so familiar with the terrain. Hu Zhenyu helped you contact the two kidnappers, right? Why did you choose Baisha District?"

"I'm the planner and the decision maker. Others just follow my instructions and don't need to involve others." Zhou Huaijin paused, then nodded reluctantly, "When choosing Baisha District, the way out of the airport is very smooth, and secondly The people who came here for help happened to be local people, and none of us were obviously involved in going to Baisha, so it’s not easy to be suspected.”

Fei Du: "The one who helped?"

"It's just that I helped a friend before." Zhou Huaijin shook his head, "It has nothing to do with this matter."

"I... I suddenly learned about his death that day, and I realized that this was an opportunity." Zhou Huaijin said hoarsely, "I am in the group, just a bright mascot, Zhou Junmao covers the sky with one hand, even if he is dead, there is still Zheng Kaifeng. This bastard, it's not my turn to speak."

Fei Du: "I think President Zhou is at least better than Yang Bo in terms of identity and seniority."

"Identity?" Zhou Huaijin smiled bitterly, "What is my identity? I'm just a fig leaf."