Chapter 15:

Wang Aijuan kept yelling and cursing. At the beginning, the medical staff and the police would give some comfort, but after being attacked several times indiscriminately, everyone watched her crying coldly.
Because it happened in the school, Principal Zhang, Director Ma and other teachers also came to visit. Wang Aijuan saw Principal Zhang as if he had seen a red cloth mad cow. He rushed up and pointed at the old principal’s nose to swear, that vulgarity. The dirty words made the old principal pass away on the spot.
The scene was suddenly panic.
At this moment, the door of the operating room opened, and the doctor in a white coat walked out. Zhou Sitian straightened up abruptly. She subconsciously stepped open her leg, hesitated, and put her leg back again.
The leader of the police has greeted him, "Doctor, how is the patient's condition?"
"The dagger directly pierced the patient's lungs. Although the blood has stopped, the patient's cardiopulmonary function is rapidly declining and probably will not last tonight." The doctor took off his mask and said gravely.
Zhou Sitian only felt his head buzzing, dead, he was going to die. She thought countless times, if there is no such person as Zhou Deqing in the world, it would be great, but how could he die, how could he die like this!
"Hahahahaha, the wicked pays off, did you hear my son? The murderer will go down to accompany you immediately. When you get down below, you have revenge and resentment!" Wang Aijuan's voice was sharp and harsh.
Li Zheng's eyes narrowed slightly, and he whispered in Zhou Sitian's ear: "Sister, his time is running out. If he is not a murderer, don't let him die with a bad name."
Zhou Sitian turned around blankly and looked at Li Zheng blankly. Li Zheng stretched out his hand to pat Zhou Sitian's head, and then changed to pat on the shoulder quietly.
The thing about height can be really disheartening sometimes.
"It's not him." Zhou Sitian's voice was so low that she herself could not hear her clearly.
"I know."
"Do you believe me?" Zhou Sitian suddenly raised her head, her eyes filled with disbelief. She thought no one would believe her. She was the only one present, Yang Kaijian was dead, he was still alive, and he happened to be her father. Even she herself felt that what she said was unconvincing.
"I believe, Zhou Sitian, tell them what you see and leave the rest to me." For the first time, Li Zheng was named Zhou Sitian by his first name, and his eyes were so soft that they seemed to glow.
Zhou Sitian discovered for the first time that this nasty brother who had only lost his temper had become so...reliable at some point.
Wang Aijuan is still cursing the so-called "murderer."
Zhou Sitian took a deep breath and said two steps forward: "Shut up! I have said that Zhou Deqing is not a murderer, but Yang Kaijian is holding a knife and wants to kill me. Zhou Deqing fights with Yang Kaijian to save me. of!"
This is the second time Zhou Sitian has repeated the "testimony." The police looked at each other and they all said nothing. Wang Aijuan wanted to rush up again, but Zhou Sitian pushed away.
"I didn't lie, the knife was made by Yang Kaijian, and he wanted to kill me!"
"You bitch, I..." Wang Aijuan screamed, and lifted the wooden chair placed in the corridor, making a gesture to smash Zhou Sitian.
Yang Sheng, who had been silent for a long time, pulled him back abruptly, "Zhou Sitian, speak with conscience. My son is dead, and you and him are classmates for so many years, you can’t pour dirty water on the dead! You and Zhou Deqing are immediate family members, and your testimony is innumerable."
Yang Sheng looked at Zhou Sitian as if poisoned. It is the first time that Zheng Jianguo has taken his position as the captain of the production team and smiled and said congratulations.
The testimony is not counted? Zhou Sitian didn't understand the law at all, so she looked at Li Zheng in a panic.
"Captain Chen, did you handle He Zhiqiang's case last night?" Li Zheng smiled soothingly at her, then turned to ask the old policeman who led the team.
Chen Jun, the old policeman who led the team, was obviously taken aback. It must be strange how Li Zheng mentioned He Zhiqiang's case at this time.
"No, the case was taken over by the county." Because the new factory was located in Qinghe Town, Yantian County attaches great importance to the public security of Qinghe Town, and sent someone to take over He Zhiqiang's case early the next morning. If you want to come to this case, you will soon It was picked up by the county public security bureau.
"Then I suggest you learn about the progress of the case."
Chen Jun frowned, "What do you mean."
"It's late autumn. Yang Kaijian is only wearing a long sleeve. Where did his coat go? His cufflinks were damp and wrinkled, and the aunt just called out in the hallway that his son didn't go home last night. My sister I arrived at school at six today and Yang Kaijian was already there. I assume he stayed in the carport all night, so may I ask which normal person would leave a good home and sleep in the carport all night in a cold world."
"The small wood where He Zhiqiang died is not far from Yang's house. I suggest that Captain Chen, you can compare the knife that Yang Kaijian stabbed Zhou Deqing with the wound of He Zhiqiang."
"If my guess is wrong, then I apologize." Li Zheng gave no chance to speak, and smiled purely.
Quietly in the corridor of the hospital, the policemen looked at each other, and a young policeman suddenly said, "Captain, He Zhiqiang's wound and Zhou Deqing's wound seem to be quite similar."
Seeing everyone's eyes focused on him, the little policeman laughed, "Well, they all look the same..."
Chen Jun took a look at the little policeman and said, "We will investigate the matter of the case. Now the family members should go back to rest." Then, he gave Zhou Sitian a complicated expression, "Let’s see him. ."
Wang Aijuan's eyes were red with anger, "Yang Sheng, you are talking! You just watched them slander your son so much!"
Yang Sheng held the cart tightly in his hand, his eyes pierced and stared at Chen Jun, "I hope Captain Chen can give my son an explanation, and don't let him go so uneasy." He ignored Wang Aijuan's cry. Pushing Yang Kaijian's bed to walk outside the hospital.
No one saw his trembling hands under his sleeves. Li Zheng's words reminded him suddenly that he seemed to have seen He Zhiqiang at the door of his house yesterday...
Li Zheng lowered his eyes slightly, "Sister, go see him."
Li Zheng dared to "guess" that Yang Kaijian killed someone. Naturally, it was not just a simple "hypothesis" above. He just discovered that the soles of Yang Kaijian's feet were covered with reddish brown material, which was a mixture of mud and blood. The color of human blood will change slightly as the contact time with air increases.
This change is obvious at the beginning, and then becomes weaker. Only Li Zheng's laboratory-tested eyes can spot the problem at a glance. The red-brown substance on his feet could not have been contaminated just in the morning.
"I..." Zhou Sitian opened her mouth and slowly walked into the ward under Li Zheng's encouraging eyes.
The ward was very simple, with four beds placed in the four corners of the room, two beds were empty, and one bed was lying with a gray-haired old man. With the wound behind, Zhou Deqing lay on the bed like a turtle, with a pillow on his chest, breathing hard.
Seeing Zhou Sitian coming in, his eyes brightened, his lips moved, and there was no sound after all.
Zhou Sitian slowly moved to his side, "Are you... okay?"
Zhou Deqing nodded vigorously and said, "I'm fine." His voice was hoarse and the blower was broken.
Zhou Sitian's tears came down all of a sudden, he was dying, why could he still say nothing happened before his eyes.
"You... don't cry!" Zhou Deqing was obviously flustered. He wanted to get up, but moved to the wound with a slight movement, with a pained expression on his face.
Zhou Sitian immediately held him down while squatting down and wiped the tears from his face.
"Don't move."
"Okay, I won't move."
The two were silent for a long time. Zhou Deqing took the lead and said: "I heard others say that your name is Zhou Sitian, sweet girl, it sounds very nice."
"I am very grateful to her, your mother, for doing what I am sorry for her, and she is willing to give birth to you and give your surname Zhou. I...I am very happy that I can protect you once. After so many years, I have not What did I do for you."
Zhou Deqing spoke intermittently, and there was no logic.
"I was told in prison that I was very happy when I had a daughter. I want to wait for me to go out every day, and I must treat her well. Then I really came out, but I didn't dare to see you. So I was behind Did you scare you by following secretly?"
Zhou Sitian held back the tears and shook his head vigorously.
"It must be scared. I saw it all. You were almost wrestling that day...cough coughing coughing" He coughed suddenly, affecting his heart and lungs, and blood was leaking from the gauze.
The passing nurse quickly rushed over, "You are not suitable to talk now, lie down quietly!"
Zhou Deqing shook his head, "If I don't say it, I won't have a chance to say it. It's been eighteen years...I want to finish talking."
The nurse was dumb, glanced at Zhou Sitian, then bowed her head and left.
"Hey, Zhou Sitian, Sitian, which two words are they?"
Zhou Sitian stretched out her right hand and wrote her name on Zhou Deqing's palm.
Zhou Deqing smiled like a child, thinking about sweetness and sweetness in his mouth.
He curiously asked about every detail of Zhou Sitian's life, when did you get up, when to eat, what you like to eat, how well did you go to school, and what class you like best.
When he heard that Zhou Sitian took first place in the school almost every time, his face flushed with excitement.
The sun slowly set, and the room became dim. Perhaps because of talking for too long, Zhou Deqing's breath became weak before evening. The doctor stood at the door and did not step forward to disturb Zhou Sitian. And Zhou Deqing.
And Zhou Deqing didn't ask Zhou Sitian to call him father from beginning to end.
"Dad!" Seeing Zhou Deqing's eyes slowly close, Zhou Sitian panicked, and father called out.
Zhou Deqing trembled all over, tears streaming from the corners of his eyes, dripping on the white bedding, but his eyes never opened again.