Chapter 84

Incurable disease, that is a word with despair.

Man is an intelligent individual, afraid of death and eager to survive.

People who know that they are terminally ill will feel confused and painful. Then some people will be depressed, others will be inspired, looking for all the possibilities - all the possibilities to survive.

Song Wen pointed to a pile of chicken bones in front of him: "do you have such a good appetite when you have a terminal disease? And from time to time she turned her head to one side, just listening to what the other side said. Then... " He pointed to Starbucks. "Someone's looking at us from over there."

Lu Siyu just sat there with a cold face and didn't speak. When the girl left, she turned to look at Song Wen: "how can you see that?"

The girl blushed, glared at both of them, grabbed the earphone and ran away.

"It's just asking for information. It's like Infernal Affairs." Song Wen pointed to one side of Starbucks, "call Zhuo, since they are all here."

But her speed is not as fast as Song Wen's. Song Wen picks a finger, drops a Bluetooth headset out of the girl's hair and lands on the dining plate in front of her with a clang. Her voice was not loud and she was drowned in the noise of the restaurant.

Before she finished her words, Song Wen suddenly stretched out a finger and lifted the girl's hair. The girl didn't expect that, ah, she hid behind.

The girl pursed her mouth I have to make sure In case... "

Song Wen said: "this has nothing to do with trading, right? We're not bad people anyway. "

The girl looked at them again. She turned her eyes around and wiped her hands with a tissue. "You Two, this age, this attitude, this, so handsome No Is it the police? "

Song Wen said: "it won't hurt you afterwards, but the premise is that you have to know their affairs."

Lu Siyu took out a paper bag, showed her the money, and then put it back.

From a long distance, they saw a girl in red dress gnawing chicken wings. Her red dress was as red as fire. She was very eye-catching in KFC. The girl was very good-looking. She wore a ponytail and hung down beside her face. She had a pair of apricot eyes. When she saw them sitting face to face, she raised her eyes and glanced at them: "is that what you want to ask about Chen Yanqiu and Zhang Rui? Did you bring the money? "

When Song Wen went to the door, he had a look. KFC has glass walls on three sides, with a wide view. Next to them are Starbucks and Haagen Dazs. People come and go. No wonder they choose such a place.

Song Wen didn't go to the police station. He took Liu Siyu to the people's Park in the south city. When they arrived, it was about a few minutes to twelve. It was just dinner time. KFC was always full of people.

The next morning, as soon as Song Wen woke up, he received a message, which was consistent with their reasoning. The mummy was Chen Yanqiu's, and the people in the Bureau began to check the previous questions to confirm whether the cremated victim was Zhang Rui.

Lu Siyu returned his mobile phone to him: "men and women are equal when they get sick. It's not only men who get sick."

Song Wen was stunned: "it's a woman..."

As soon as Song Wen's mobile phone rang, the news quickly came from the opposite side: "KFC in front of people's Park, at noon, I am wearing a red skirt."

There is an insurmountable gap between good and evil, between poor and rich, between life and death. Under the condition of incurable disease, this gap has been widened, life is about to pass, and the ego no longer exists. They can sell their dignity, or even kill people, take the blame, and take poison

"After the prawns are cooked, they can be fresher by using ice water..." Lu Siyu said, stirring the porridge in front of him with a spoon: "this is what human beings are. In the slave society, human beings are one of the commodities. Even in modern times, there are people selling children and women. Even those who are about to die are valuable. However, these people are still in the minority. We should not see many cases like this. "

Those people are dying people, they have no ordinary physical strength, but have a unwilling heart, they are dying, life is no longer valuable, money and * * are infinitely enlarged, such people, their lives have no bottom line, as long as there is enough money, let them do anything is possible.

Song Wen frowned. He had not guessed this possibility. If those patients were used, it would be a terrible thing: "many of those patients will die soon, and they are very short of money, then they Anything is possible. " With these words, Song Wen passes a shrimp to Lu Siyu, and he feels a kind of fun of feeding.

Lu Siyu added: "moreover, Lao Jia was right before. It is estimated that this job is not the right way."

After getting sick, only money can prolong their lives.

"no what has he got to know? And he wants money, money in my hands, and the news is not worth it. I has the final say. As a policeman, are you still afraid of fraud? " Lu Siyu said, "to do this group, to recruit people to work, and even to sell drugs, is all for money."

"It's generous of you to give you two months' salary." Song Wendao, "moreover, you are not afraid that the other party is a liar, do not know anything?""What? Can't I? " Lu Si language looked at him and said: "anyway, the other party is a patient, so it's regarded as charity."

Two people quickly reached an agreement, Song Wen was stunned by this way of trading: "are you ready to exchange money for news?"

"Well, I'll fix the time and place. I'll send it to you later. "

"After the fact."

"Cash."

Lu Si input: "interview."

Long time did not speak of burning suddenly came to life, head from black and white into color, beating very active: "ten thousand."

Lu Siyu bit the shrimp in his mouth and directly input: "let's make a price."

Song Wen lost patience, he gave up: "the other party seems to be offline, tomorrow we check the identity of this person, big deal call to the police station to ask." After that, he stuffed a peeled shrimp into Lu Siyu's mouth.

The other side didn't reply for a long time.

The first thing they need to know is what this so-called part-time job is. Now, it's very likely that the so-called work had something to do with Chen Yanqiu's later strange behavior, or with his death.

"What did he do when he went to work?"

"He didn't show up for a long time, I don't know."

The other party's head is gray for a moment. Just when Song Wen thinks he may not be able to speak, the other party sends a message.

It turns out that the other party judged that Zhang Rui was dead. Lu Siyu's eyes blinked slightly and typed a line: "I'm his friend. Where did Chen Yanqiu go? You know what? "

The other party was silent for a moment, and then typed out a line, "our group will punch in every week to prove that they are alive. Zhang Rui has not punched in for six months in a row, and has not answered his phone. He is dead. Who are you?"

Song Wen saw that he occupied the place, got up to wash his hands, sat down at the dining table and began to eat. He had eaten some before, which would be regarded as supper. Then he bowed his head and began to peel the scalded shrimp made in the evening.

Song Wen is thinking about how to say it. Lu Siyu grabs the mobile phone with a spoon in his mouth and presses a few words. Another question is: "don't you believe me?" Since you want to pretend Zhang Rui, you might as well pretend for a while more to explore each other's reality.

In an instant, Lu Siyu and song Wenqi in front of the mobile phone suddenly became energetic. Does anyone know that Zhang Rui is dead? So, does this person have any inside information? Does he have anything to do with the case?

The other side was silent for a moment: "Zhang Rui is dead, who are you?"

Song Wenfa used three words: "I am."

For a moment, Song Wen didn't know how to answer. Was his code right or wrong, or was there a problem. But he said, "you are not Zhang Rui."

After a while, the burning head swayed

Song Wen sent those four words.

Song Wen uses Zhang Rui's name, which is called Ruixue zhaofengnian. He typed a few words, "what kind of work is this time?" After thinking about it, it was deleted and changed to "I'm interested." Then Song Wen and Lu Siyu look at each other and Lu Siyu nods to him.

"Go and ask." Lu Si said.

Song Wen frowned, "why does this group send out the information of working at two o'clock in the morning? And Why withdraw it? Is the purpose of this to prevent other patients from getting up in the morning and seeing their conversation? " He pauses, "and Since the end of this burning hair, why did the group suddenly turn cold? Can't many people stay up in the middle of the night, just waiting for this information? "

"Cut the crap, you don't want to have people willing to, lack of money Burning and hit a sentence, "before this Friday, in urgent need of a person, gender male, money to talk about, have fate to come." Two minutes later, Fulao withdrew the message.

"Are you forcing us to sell it?"

"Oh, burning, come to solicit business again?"

A man with the administrator label, named Zhuo Zhuo, jumped out and asked, "does anyone want to work? I want to have a private chat

Then, the topic goes to "working".

It's two o'clock in the middle of the night, but the patients don't want to sleep at all. They seem to be grasping the last time of their lives and reveling.

When Lu Siyu wakes up, he leans next to Song Wen, eating dinner and watching the group chat. To be fair, Song Wen's porridge is not bad. After he tasted it, the food was ordinary and there was room for improvement.

"Well, I like the nurse surnamed Li over there. She looks good-looking and gentle, and punctures well."

"It seems that the Affiliated Hospital of Nancheng will add several wards to this department recently."

"I heard that India is developing a new targeted drug."

Suddenly someone said, "I don't know if I have a chance to finish this play." The atmosphere in the group was low, but soon everyone was warm again.

These people used to be ordinary people. They were talking about the movies they saw today and the clothes they were going to buy tomorrow. But they are different, each sentence seems to be full of despair, but also full of the desire for life.

When he first came into contact with this case, he was full of doubts. Moreover, Song Wen felt that he was far away from Chen Yanqiu and could not understand his life and feelings at all. Now he entered the chat group where he used to live, which made Song Wen feel that he had shortened the distance between him and those patients.The number of online people in this group is still over 100 at night, and after two o'clock, there are still many people talking on the screen.

Song Wen just sneaked in. What song Wen didn't expect was that the group they were in called three groups among the sick people. There were more than 200 people in the whole group. It can be seen that the number of sick people in Nancheng was not small.

It seems that since they were sentenced by the hospital, they have been different from ordinary people. It is this kind of group that makes them fill in the life where they don't know where to go.

There is also news of death. After a period of time, there will be a portrait in the group that will go gray and never light up again. They will be in the same boat, lighting candles for the dead.

Chen Yanqiu's sick group is a self created patient. In the group, people often make complaints about some wonderful things that they encounter. Some people say that some drugs are purchased, or the results are used. Compared with the general group, this group is more active, and people are constantly releasing various kinds of news every day.

The formation and existence of this group is of great significance to these patients, and it has become an important gathering place for them to exchange information. It has become their spiritual consolation, even the pillar.

In this case, the group of patients came into being.

They are lonely, lonely, afraid, and hope to meet more people like them. They encourage each other and keep warm together. Even if their hope is dim, they should take care of each other and live.

Although all of them are terminally ill, their destinies are different. Some people will die soon, while others can live for a few years or even more than ten years. They are willing to try drugs and surgery as long as there is hope.

Sure enough, after a while, from the direction of Starbucks came a woman with a hat and sat opposite them.

"Burning?" Song Wen asked again.

"I'm, say, what you want to know." The woman's voice is a little hoarse. She looks like she's in her early twenties. She looks up. Her eyes are dark and calm. They are used to seeing life and death. Net, net,...: