girlfriend's brother

Thick blood covered the floor, and the room was filled with a sickening smell of putrid blood.

The police arrived, and the room was in chaos.

With his head down, Zhou Hui sat slumped on the floor in the corridor, his knees wet with tears.He clearly remembered that just a few hours ago, he had checked Liang Jing's room, when Liang Jing was still lying on the bed.

Thinking of the blood-red thing on the ground, and Liang Jing's hideously distorted face when he grabbed his neck, Zhou Hui's stomach started to churn again.

Until a pair of shiny leather shoes stopped in front of him, Zhou Hui still hadn't recovered from his senses, staring at the toes of the shoes in a daze.After a few seconds, he moved his gaze up one frame at a time, and finally settled on the man's fair chin.

The jaw moved a few times: "Hello, can I ask you a few questions?"

Zhou Hui nodded dumbly.The policeman looked at his pale face, was silent for a while, and then took out his notebook and squatted beside him to start questioning.

After asking some questions, the policeman got up and left.

Zhou Hui stared at the forensic doctor who wrapped up the organs and Liang Jing's body at the scene, and carried them away after a while.

He still couldn't think in his head. When he was taken to the police station to take notes, he was in a daze with a dull expression. The police sitting across from him knocked on his arm countless times before he managed to finish the notes.

He was not released until it was almost dark.

After returning home in a daze, Zhou Hui didn't turn on the lamp, went straight to the sofa, and fell headfirst.He fell into a deep sleep, with a headache that was about to split, and still refused to wake up.Many fragments related to Liang Jing flashed in the dream——

Skipping class together, fighting together, cheating together, writing love letters together... Dreaming of these, the corners of Zhou Hui's mouth curled up unconsciously, and his breathing was gentle.

But the beautiful scene suddenly twisted and rotated, turning red.Standing in front of a room door, he saw Liang Jing, who was coughing nonstop, pull out a knife from the drawer, slowly cut open his chest, and pulled out his organs.Then he lay on the ground, his eyes were bulging, his chest was cut open like a black hole, and blood mixed with unknown liquid flowed out.

"Ah Jing!!! Don't!"

Zhou Hui rushed over, but was suddenly pulled back by a force.

"Zhou Hui, wake up, wake up."

Zhou Hui felt his arm being gently shaken, and a familiar voice softly called his name.He struggled to lift his eyelids, moved his chapped lips, but found that he didn't even have the strength to utter a word.

Song Nuan reached out and touched his forehead, sighed: "You have a fever."

Raising his hand to wipe away the tears from the corners of his eyes, he turned around and poured a glass of water, helped him up and poured the water into his mouth, and found some medicine for him to feed.

Zhou Hui felt chills all over his body, but his internal organs were hot and uncomfortable.The cold water passed through his throat and flowed into his intestines, which made him shiver, but he finally regained consciousness.The last person he wanted to worry about him was Xiaonuan, and he forced a smile: "I'm fine. You weren't here when I came back. Where did you go today?"

"I came here as soon as I heard the news, and I didn't go anywhere." Song Nuan replied, "Zhou Hui, you can't be resurrected after death. Don't blame yourself. It's not your fault."

"How could it not be my fault? If I went to see him more at night..." Zhou Hui's mind flashed the bloody organ, and his stomach started to convulse again.But his stomach was empty, and his internal organs were churning and churning, like clothes thrown into a drum machine, and the pain made him break out in a cold sweat.

Song Nuan was silent, just leaned down and hugged him, and patted his back lightly.

When Zhou Hui woke up in the morning, he was already in his bed, and his fever had subsided.Song Nuan was cooking porridge for him in the kitchen, and briefly talked about his affairs. His brother's funeral has been dealt with, and his father has returned home to accompany his mother.

Although Zhou Hui knew he was meddling, he still couldn't hold back: "I didn't see your father at the funeral, why didn't he show up—"

"Do you think he is cold-blooded?" Song Nuan interrupted him.

His malicious speculation was exposed. After a moment of astonishment, Zhou Hui glanced at the steaming pot in embarrassment, and explained in a low voice, "I'm sorry, I just found it strange."

Song Nuan put the porridge into a bowl, carefully placed it on the small table next to the sofa, and said behind his back, "It's normal for you to be curious. If he wasn't my father, I wouldn't understand. dead father?"

ah?Zhou Hui stared at Song Nuan's petite back, didn't know what to say for a while, so he had to wait quietly for the next sentence, but Song Nuan turned around and pulled him over, pushed him to sit on the sofa, and handed him a spoon: "Eat something Bar."

Every family has scriptures that are difficult to recite, and Xiao Nuan has her own difficulties, so Zhou Hui can only obediently drink porridge.

A few days later, Zhou Hui was summoned to the police station for questioning again.

The police preliminarily ruled out homicide after an autopsy.

This time, Zhou Hui calmed down a lot. He could calmly recall the information asked by the other party.

"Are you sure the deceased is fine after coming out of the hospital?" the policeman asked.

Zhou Hui stared: "Yes, Liang Jing got into the car by himself. He fell asleep when he got out of the car. I carried him upstairs."

"He didn't move on the road, how can you be sure he's still alive?"

"I...he was still breathing, I could hear it. And his body was warm when I carried him."

Zhou Hui recalled the scene at that time. He remembered very clearly that when he parked the car on the side of the road to smoke, he heard a slight breathing sound clearly.

The other party knocked on the table with the tip of a pen, paused for a while, then started to rattle again after a while, and then put the pen down: "According to our time report, the time of death of the deceased was between 2:4 and [-]:[-] in the morning. The cause of death is He cut open his chest cavity with a knife, pulled out his internal organs, and died of excessive blood loss."

Zhou Hui's eyes widened, and he couldn't believe his ears: "When I was alive... cut my chest... and... no, it's impossible!"

"We found a pinhole camera on the ceiling of the crime scene." The other party hesitated for a while, turned on the computer and moved the screen to Zhou Hui, "It happened to capture the behavior of the deceased that night."

The picture is very dark, and it is aimed at a bed, and a person is lying on the bed.Although the light was poor, looking at the layout, Zhou Hui could tell that it was Liang Jing's room.

Liang Jing's body trembled and he could see that he was coughing badly, and he kept covering his chest with his hands, as if he was suffering.

He coughed for a long time, and the time in the upper right corner soon reached 4 o'clock in the morning, and the people on the bed suddenly became quiet.

A little bit of time passed, and the screen didn't move.

Just when Zhou Hui almost thought he was asleep, the person on the bed moved a bit, then sat up, got out of bed without turning on the light, and fumbled for something in the desk drawer with both hands.

Zhou Hui couldn't help but move closer to the screen, and when he saw what was in his hand, he subconsciously hid in fright.

It was a knife, the knife Liang Jing was holding in his hand when he died.

Next, began the scene that Zhou Hui would never want to recall for the rest of his life——

Liang Jing faced the camera and stabbed himself in the chest neatly.

Then he pulled the knife down with difficulty, cutting open his chest bit by bit.

After pulling out the knife, he lowered his head and didn't move for a long time, as if he was sizing up his own wound.After a while, he reached into his chest and felt for a while, as if looking for something.

Zhou Hui held his breath in front of the screen, guessing what was going to happen in the next second, his heart started beating crazily, it was so deafening that his head hurt.He subconsciously murmured "Stop, stop, don't move," and yet what he prayed for happened.

The next second, Liang Jing, who had been groping for a long time, seemed to have finally determined the location. After a few seconds of pausing in a certain place, he pulled out the organs in his chest.

His body was like an unconscious puppet, he couldn't feel any pain, he just moved mechanically.

After a while, the portrait in the video lost its support and fell limply to the ground.

Liang Jing's body twitched slightly, his round eyes seemed to be staring at the camera, looking at Zhou Hui outside the screen, as if he wanted to tell him something.

Zhou Hui stared at those eyes and kept his posture, unable to return to his senses for a long time.

The police turned off the screen: "According to the captured footage, we preliminarily deduce that the deceased committed suicide. It may be sleepwalking suicide, and more detailed reasons need further investigation."

Zhou Hui wiped away his tears and shook his head: "But Liang Jing recently said that he wanted to travel. How could he commit suicide in such a way? I have known him for more than ten years. We played late when we were young. They will sleep together, and I have never seen him sleepwalking, let alone heard him mention his sleepwalking."

"This..." The other party paused.

Zhou Hui suddenly thought of something: "I heard that there is a kind of drug that can cause someone to do certain behaviors, and it is often used to do some illegal activities, such as abduction and trafficking of people, cheating out passwords, etc. Could it be that Liang Jing fell for this kind of drug? drugged?"

The policeman flipped through the notebook in his hand: "According to reports, no drug-like ingredients were found in the body of the deceased."

Zhou Hui recalled Liang Jing's body movements in the picture, it seemed that there was an uncoordinated stiffness, as if someone was pulling a string.If it wasn't under the influence of some kind of drug, how could it be so numb?

He suddenly felt an indescribable fear. If Liang Jing's suicide was controlled by others, and his relationship with Liang Jing was so close, would he be the next target?