Chapter 88 Three Tombs 51 The End of the Follow-up

"In the end, you were sent to the hospital by him?"

On the hospital bed, Su Fengzi yawned and asked, Lin Chen felt that he almost rolled his eyes.

"yes."

Looking at his friend who had to stay in the hospital for the night even though he had only injured his hand, he looked away and tried his best to keep out of sight.

Just now, after Xing Conglian finished his ideological education for Jiang Chao, he ordered Jiang Chao's police officers to take him to the hospital on the way, with the purpose of having him re-examine his hands. It seems that Xing Conglian suddenly didn't believe it. Got that excuse about an orthopedic professor.

Xing Conglian himself, of course, along with the dynasty, stayed at the scene to deal with follow-up matters.

"That is to say, just because the live broadcast screen is bright again, you have been nervous for so long, and you have only come to visit me now?" Su Fengzi asked in a dissatisfied tone and repeated.

"It's not a big deal for you, so don't be so sad, right?" Lin Chen looked up at the wall clock on the wall, and the visit was over at nine o'clock, ignoring the time he spent hanging out with Xing Conglian. It's not too late either.

"How can you say that it's not a big deal, no one will peel the apple for me if you don't come." Su Fengzi crossed her legs, pressed the remote control in her hand, changed the station, put down the remote control, and took the apple from the bedside table. Hand it to him, "You weren't like this before."

I don't know if it was because he was injured or it was because he was late. Su Fengzi was full of resentment today. As he spoke, he raised his right hand wrapped in gauze sadly, showing his "work injury".

Lin Chen twitched the corners of his mouth, put the apple back into the fruit basket again, and said, "Of course, you clearly know that I've already given up my love."

Thinking that he didn't expect such a straightforward answer, Su Fengzi was silent for a while, and then said, "Mr. Lin, honestly, don't you think what you said just now is a little shameless?"

"yes."

"And it's too heartless for me."

"Yeah yeah."

"The cabbage that I worked so hard to raise has been humiliated by pigs."

"Um."

"The water splashed by a married child."

"That's right."

Lin Chen replied casually while watching the entertainment news being broadcast on TV.

It seems to be news about a singer's inappropriate words, which aroused some fans' disgust. He has not seen this kind of entertainment gossip for a long time, and occasionally it seems that he still finds it very interesting. After the anchor finished talking about the key points of the fans' debate on both sides, Lin Chen realized that the man on the bed didn't say anything.

He turned his head and found that Su Fengzi was looking at him seriously.

"You'd never be in this state when you finished the case before."

Su Fengzi said calmly.

"What was my state before, and what is my state now?" Lin Chen asked.

"You used to shut yourself up silently for many days, and then lied to me every day to deliver meals to you. Now you are empathetic, so when will those meals be paid back?"

"In the past, there were too many things that I couldn't figure out, what about now?" Lin Chen silently turned to the topic of meal money, turning abruptly.

But how could someone like Su Fengzi do what he wished: "So, have you figured out Huang Weiwei's death?"

Su Fengzi asked.

His eyes are rare, as if when you are happy at the playground, someone pokes your balloon, or walks in the community, and be poured from his head with cold water. Lin Chen lowered his eyes, and the floor tiles were white. For about three seconds, he felt that the cold water was so cold that he had a cold bone marrow.

He held his punch difficultly and took a deep breath. Unlike when facing Huang Ze, he suddenly heard others mentioning the name again. Those fragmented pictures emerged one by one. Those regrets were played again. There is an idea of ​​changing the past again to change the past.

This is of course a kind of delusion, very, very unhealthy delusion.

Lin Chen found that he had to mobilize all psychological regulation knowledge before he could suppress those emotions again.

"Fengzi, I found that you are very serious." Lin Chen covered his eyes and tried to wrap those pictures again.

"Do you want to boast that I am so good?"

"No, I mean, you really like which pot does not open."

"Did your highly respected teacher taught you, forcibly pressing the unpleasant memory without trying to solve it, then it will always be there, and it will accumulate over time, which will cause your serious psychological disease. At that time No matter how powerful the psychologist, you can't cure you. "

Su Fengzi said seriously.

"But how can I solve it?" Lin Chen asked back.

In this world or in life, there are always some problems that can't be solved or saying that it will never be solved, because it is too difficult, so what else can do besides bypassing it?

"Have you never communicated with your police officer, did you exchange the kidnap killing case?"

"No."

"why?"

"Because he has never asked me."

Su Fengzi sat straight and asked again: "Why!"

"Why are you so gossip?" Lin Chen frowned.

"I heard that you have met with Huang Ze, and Huang Ze's shouting and killing of you and can't ask for torment in your heart. In the case of your case, there are only two possibilities. Otherwise, he is really tolerated, or he doesn't care about you at all ... "Su Fengzi dragged his tone, his eyes circulated With a smile, "I think you really have a hard time to love alone."

Lin Chen was helpless.

After all, Su Fengzi is Su Fengzi, which is too sharp and sharp. Those problems and those words just now, probably since they reunited, he wanted to ask. The rare case solution can be asked. Resentment is so deep.

"Actually, there is still a third possibility." Lin Chen shook his head and said.

"What possible?"

"Because of this kind of thing, you can only say when you need to push your heart." Lin Chen walked to the end of the bed, slowly adjusted Su Fengzi's bed, and then turned off the TV. The patients who wanted to struggle and poured it to the bed. Finally, cover him with a thin quilt, "You don't have to think too complicated, he doesn't ask me why it is simple, because he also has too many stories that can't be told."

Lin Chen sat down beside the bed again, and the lights on the bed were darker.

Thinking of the house card, those inexplicable cameras, and the bizarre but talented dynasty, where will Xing Conglian be an ordinary criminal police?

But now he is indeed an ordinary criminal police officer, there must be many stories in it, many stories he has never told.

Of course, Lin Chen also wants to know those stories, but telling stories and listening to stories requires the right time. Perhaps a pot of wine may be a cup of tea or maybe go to the left to the left. The moment. But unfortunately, they still have not yet reached the time of each other, and they are even very likely that they can't go like that in their lives.

If you can't treat each other frankly, it is the minimum respect for the proper distance of others*. At least, he wants to punish him like this.

"You guys are really interesting." After a long time, Su Fengzi said.

"I think it's quite interesting."

"Where is interesting?"

Interestingly, if he did not come to such a moment, he would always have fantasies about punishment.

"Well, are you really empathy and don't fall in love, or do you pay back the meals in the university first?" Su Fengzi turned around and faced him.

"Why are you so city?" Lin Chen laughed.

"I'm really sad, what's so good about punishment?"

"Su Fengzi, you know you ask this question now, especially like those little girls in your novels."

"Then I will change the question, what's not good for punishment?"

Lin Chen thought about it, or said, "It is said that his hidden desire to control is very strong."

"Oh, the ability to control the desire to be strong must also be strong."

Lin Chen bite the apple and found that this kind of words were said from Su Fengzi's mouth. He really didn't feel surprised at all: "Well, it is possible, but I haven't tried it for the time being."

Native

When he walked out of the hospital, Lin Chen no longer remembered what he and Su Fengzi talked in the dull ward.

About a little boring, you can write a dialogue in the three rumors.

When the wind was blowing at night, he suddenly realized that Su Fengzi was likely to really treat him as the material, so he asked so many weird questions.

The jeep of the prison was parked on the opposite road, across the long and empty road, he saw him standing by the car, but he did not smoke.

The night breeze brushed his hair and brushed his clothes. His face was blurred, but his body was very clear.

Lin Chen walked towards him, and suddenly he wanted to know what the story would be written in Su Fengzi's book?

"What about Su Fengzi?" After getting in the car, the first question of Xing Conglian was actually asking Su Fengzi.

Lin Chen was on the seat belt, and when he saw the dynasty holding his computer, he slept crooked in the back row. He wanted to come to punishment. He was probably afraid that the atmosphere in the car was too deserted. He specially found a topic to chat.

"Very happy, the nurse bought him an apple, and he noisy said that no one would peel him."

"Your friend, it's really interesting." Xing Conglian lowered some windows. The night wind made people a little sober, "How about your hand?"

"Go to make the film again, and show me the doctor who looked at me for a long time with a look of nothing." Lin Chen leaned on the back of the chair. At this time, there was no one on the street. It seemed like a dream. He turned to look at Xun Conglian and said, "Fortunately, I did not take the case I wrote by Professor Zhang, otherwise the attending physician would probably scold people."

Cong Cong Lian laughed: "Advisor Lin, the organization is also considered for your physical health, and the bureau is reimbursed."

Lin Chen smiled and shook his head and asked, "How about Jiang Chao?"

"Except for the report of three days and three nights, everything is good."

"So follow -up?"

"Of course, it was detected by Yongchuan Police. We have to go home tomorrow."

When he said that he was going home, he stopped the car outside the hotel. They faced a wide lake, and the cool lake style traversed the entire carriage.

The young man who looked back at the back seat was still smashing his mouth, and asked him with a smile: "What do we see here?"

Of course, his words were very pure, but he heard it in Lin Chen, but couldn't help but stop his heart.

I really need to talk less with Su Fengzi...

Lin Chen thought so, but saw Xing Conglian suddenly opened the door and got out of the car, then went around to the car door on his side, knocked on the window, and asked with a smile, "Consultant Lin, are you free for a drink?"

Before he could react, he saw Xing Conglian took out two cans of Yongchuan Chunsheng from his left and right pockets, and then opened the door for him.

"I originally thought that this case is over, and everyone can go drink together." Xing Conglian leaned in front of the car, pulled the pull tab, and handed over the beer, "But it seems that only the two of us can drink."

The lake was breezy, Lin Chen held the beer can and touched him lightly, but didn't speak.

The lake in the distance was dark and quiet, with only scattered lights dotted on the shore of the lake. .

The night is deep.

Not many words.

"The scenery here is very good and the drinking is good."

"Yeah, I think so too."

"Can you still have breakfast near your school tomorrow? Bring Dynasty with you."

"Okay, I'll take you to another one tomorrow. It's also very good."

In a word, it was about this kind of small talk without too deep meaning, don't know what said, don't know how much said, but it was probably where it was said.

"Sanfen, is it really an organization that doesn't exist?"

Suddenly, he heard Xing Conglian ask.

Lin Chen leaned on the bumper, took a sip of wine with a smile, then turned his head and saw Xing Conglian's quiet and meaningful gaze.

There is a sweet smell of alcohol remaining in his breath, and he is really a smart person.

Lin Chen raised his head.

Starlight is good and he wants to kiss him.