Chapter 129 - Lets Go to Find Him (1/2)

Chapter 129 (Let’s Go to Find Him) As Bitter Cold Was Approaching, Heavy Snow Blocked the Mountain

With the calmness of Zhao Yuan, Zheng Zihuan was tearful, and they three stayed up for the whole night.

A day later, the police gave the further confirmation and registered it as a murder case.

At present, only the view of one’s back in the video could be used as a breakthrough point.

The police carefully told them all the investigations—there was nothing else in the ward except the usual caregiver’s fingerprints and shoe prints. The buzzing alarm had been cut off earlier, and the red detoxification tube, which had been tightly connected, was loosened in advance. There was a white spot at the interface. Something hard caused the detoxification tube to fall down and the hard object was a stone. Combined with Zheng Zihuan’s recollection, it should be someone who used a launcher like a slingshot. The hospital’s video was blank for three hours because of a sudden power failure in the surveillance room, which temporarily was an accident. But after the power supply was restored, a strange man’s back appeared in the corner of the corridor, but the man’s face was not photographed.

There was a very large dose of sleeping drugs in Zheng Zihuan’s drinking water. If he drank all, it was also very likely for him to die.

After the police finished, they showed the remaining video to the three. Through the only 10-second video, they saw a man wearing a sport cap, and they could not tell how old he was. He rushed out of the safe passage, where there was no camera.

“He is somehow like… Zhang Dong.” Lin Wenxi could not help but shout out.

The reminder notes were like the slingshot hit Lin Wenxi. Zhang Dong visited once. Zhang Dong appeared twice. Zhao Yuan’s father died. Eventually, the handwriting of the note was identified as Zhang Dong’s. If he was the murderer, why should he remind him? If he was not the murderer, why did the evidence that appeared point to him?

Zhang Dong, the note, and the slingshot—Mo Shi, Zhao Yuan’s heart was cold.

“When can we bury Mingjiang?” Zheng Zihuan asked.

“The specific cause of death has yet to be ascertained. The video still needs to be analyzed, and the autopsy of the deceased will take time. I estimate that it will take at least half a month. It is difficult to get through this year.” The person in charge gave a sad smile.

“Why did it take so long?” Zheng Zihuan asked excitedly.

“There are many criminal cases, and we can’t look into this case so quickly if no one cares about it,” the policeman said and glanced at Lin Wenxi.

Zhao Yuan nodded gratefully and said to Zheng Zihuan, “Uncle Zheng, you should go back to rest soon. My father has gone. You can’t ruin your body because of him. You haven’t eaten for three days. Aunt is waiting for you at home. Besides, Brother Kai’s injury may not be healed yet.”

“When you will cremate him, I’ll see him off.” Zheng Zihuan did not reluctantly stay here. In addition to repeatedly seeing Zhao Mingjiang sleeping peacefully in bed but losing his bloody face, more was to recall everything before. He felt guilty when he saw that Zhao Yuan could forcibly resist grief these days and deal with all the matters in good order, but he was really incapable of helping anything. On the contrary, he needed the two children to take care of himself distractedly, so he really felt guilty.

“Before cremation, be sure to tell me because I don’t want to see him in a jar when I come.” Zheng Zihuan repeatedly asked Zhao Yuan to promise, and Zhao Yuan solemnly agreed.

“It’s an eventful year.” Shu Xiaoman and Gu Xi sat in pairs, idly turning over the fortune-telling book, and Zhang An’an was lying quietly with the book in hand.

“I didn’t expect that I am the only one in Dormitory 419 now.”

“I also didn’t expect that I am the only one in Dormitory 216 now.”

The two face to face laughed bitterly.

Wang Zhengjuan speeded up on the highway, and it was said that she killed someone. Zhou Nannan went to assist in the investigation. Zhou Nannan was the youngest in her dormitory, and her mind is the purest. Everyone treated her as a sister, and they never thought that she would cry for someone else. Shu Xiaoman had no alternative but to take care of her from time to time.

What worried Shu Xiaoman most was about Zhao Yuan’s family, but Lin Wenxi refused to reveal anything. Shu Xiaoman recently worried about her roommate. Seeing Lin Wenxi refused to say anything intimate to herself, she couldn’t help remembering what happened in the hospital that day. Suddenly, she felt bitter in her heart and then left with red eyes.

“Fortunately, in the hospital, you could eat a ready-cooked meal, and walk a hundred steps after the meal. This time, you could experience the taste as a mother. Would you like to make a quilt, or a pillow?”Shu Xiaoman couldn’t help teasing Gu Xi.

“Don’t mention it. As soon as Sister Wanxin knew that Zhao Yuan’s father had an accident, she lost the jujube soup that she hadn’t finished feeding, and ran away without a shadow. Guess what Zheng Kai would do?” Gu Xi asked, pouting his mouth.

“He would be distressed,” Shu Xiaoman said.

Zhang An’an put down the book and smiled lightly. “He would be full of blood.”

Gu Xi widened his eyes and said, “How do you know everything?”

“Dead?” Chen Wanxin had a hard time getting in touch with Zhao Yuan at that time. When she learned something from the phone, she took her bag and ran away before she could do more tidying up. Gu Xi saw Zheng Kai, who had been lying in bed for many days and was still breathless, immediately pulled out the saltwater, jumped up, and ran out in his sick clothes. Gu Xi, who had been brimming with energy, was so frightened and shocked.

“Who did you say died?” Zhang An’an asked.

“Zhao Yuan’s father,” Gu Xi whispered.

“Why didn’t you tell us earlier?” Shu Xiaoman asked nervously.

“What’s the use of telling that? Some went home, some followed and some accompanied, which were in chaos. What’s more, the holiday was approaching,” Gu Xi said.

The three were gloomy at the same time.

The first snow of the harsh winter buried all the disturbances in the mud.