Chapter 1898

Small talk network, ♂ Bai Tongxi recognized the depression in his words and couldn't help looking up to respond to his kiss: "Mr. Meng, I don't seem to have said anything sad for him, do I? You see, I didn't even shed a tear for him. "

Meng Peiyuan lowered his head and looked at her carefully: her eyes were clear, and there was no blush around her eyes. It really didn't look like crying.

Seeing this, he quietly breathed a sigh of relief, and then said more willingly: "sorry, if you want to see him for the last time, I can't agree."

Bai Tongxi stabbed him: "it sounds like it's very reluctant."

Meng Peiyuan is magnanimous: "not reluctantly, what do I have to contend with the dead?"

Deceiving. I just asked her to stop thinking about Mo Yuyang.

Bai Tongxi sighed in his heart and said, "since you don't mind, I'll go to see him for the last time."

As soon as Meng Peiyuan heard that she really wanted to go, he could not help feeling a little stuffy again. But he said it. Can't he turn back?

Thinking of this, he clenched his teeth and said, "good!"

Bai Tongxi then asked: "by the way, although Mo Yuyang died, he was a prisoner after all. Do you think he can hold a funeral?"

Meng Peiyuan said: "if the family members apply for him, it should be OK."

"So..." Bai Tongxi then asked, "did the elder brother inform his family?"

"I've been informed." Meng Peiyuan said.

"That's good, and he won't be too miserable after his death."

Bai Tongxi said, burying his small face in Meng Peiyuan's arms and rubbing it: "Mr. Meng, I'm sleepy. Take me back to my room and have a rest."

"Good."

Meng Peiyuan knows that she just doesn't want to talk too much, because the more she talks, the more memories she will have. This is not what he is happy to see.

After he picked up Bai Tongxi, he went into their bedroom and carefully placed her to sleep. He followed her to lie beside her and let her lean against her.

No matter what he said, he is a person I know. It's impossible for me to have no feeling at all. ]

therefore, Xi'er is still miserable. Even if she doesn't question or shed tears, her heart is certainly not as calm as it appears.

But what can we do? Can he erase Mo Yuyang from her memory?

If the bad things Mo Yuyang had done before were simply murder, that would be fine. But he was carrying his own blood feud, which led to the misunderstanding. After the misunderstanding was solved, Mo Yuyang became a complete tragedy. Therefore, it seems that people can no longer define him as a "good person" or "bad person". If he is a good person, he will not play with Xi'er's feelings, cheat Bai Su's marriage, and poison Bai Jianming. But if he is a bad person, he will not commit suicide after knowing all the truth.

Therefore, at this time in Xi'er's heart, it is estimated that it is also very contradictory. Whether Mo Yuyang is a good man or a bad man, and whether he should die or live is really hard to tell.

Slowly, he saw Xi'er close her eyes. It looked like she was asleep.

Yes, it just looks like it.

As soon as Bai Tongxi closes his eyes, the scene of seeing Mo Yuyang in the hospital for the last time appears in his mind -

at that time, his thin face was full of hatred for Bai Jianming and his madness to destroy him. Unexpectedly, he destroyed himself in the end.

[I've always had no love for Bai Su, because I spent all my feelings on your eldest daughter. You know, when I was pursuing her, I put a lot of hard work into it, and I couldn't help getting involved in the play. ]

Mo Yuyang's words to Mu Qiuyu in the hospital have always been regarded by her as an excuse to stir up their family's feelings. Originally, did he really like her?

It's all in the past

Let all the enmity related to Mo Yuyang disappear with his death.

At noon the next day.

Mo Nian's dusty appearance at the door of the police station.

His clothes were messy, the corners of his mouth were white, and he was carrying a schoolbag on his shoulder. He looked like a poor lost child who came to the police station to report a crime.

Immediately, the police on duty asked: "little brother, what can I do for you?"

"I..." Don't read a mouth, throat then spread a burst of hot pain.

After he learned about Mo Yuyang's death yesterday, his tears never stopped, he did not eat or drink for several times, and his body began to protest for a long time.

"What's the matter with you? Don't worry. Speak slowly When the police saw the vicissitudes on his face, they couldn't help comforting him.

"I, I'm here for my brother!" Mo Nian finally squeezed out a sentence.

"What's your brother's name?" The policeman looked at him up and down, thinking, is this the brother of a colleague in the bureau?"My brother's name is mo Yuyang!"

As soon as Mo Nian's voice fell, he saw the policeman standing up: "are you the brother of the dead?"

Don't even hesitate to see each other, the bottom of my heart with the last hope quietly shattered.

How he hoped that this was a prank, but the cruel reality was already in front of him.

Seeing that after he asked, the boy in front of him was speechless. The police could understand him more or less and said, "come with me. I'll take you to see our leader."

Mo read a stuffy "um" sound, followed the police and walked in.

Half a minute later, they stood outside an office. The police turned to Mo Nian and said, "this is it. When you go in later, you can call our leader" officer Meng ". He knows everything about your brother. You can ask anything you want."

Mo Nian wriggled his lower lips and whispered back: "OK..."

So the police went back and knocked on the door.

The next second, just listen to the sound of "please come in".

The police unscrewed the door handle and pushed the door, revealing Meng Jingheng's figure inside.

Police: "Sir, Mo Yuyang's brother is here."

Meng Jingheng, who is looking through the archives, looks up and sees a boy in plain clothes standing behind the police. His clean eyes are full of sadness and fear.

Meng Jingheng put the file aside, waved to him, and said gently, "come, sit in front of me."

Smell speech, Mo Nian's legs unconsciously forward, obedient sitting in Meng Jingheng opposite chair.

When his eyes were facing each other, Mo Nian only felt that although the man in front of him was smiling, his dignity was the most terrifying one he had ever seen. Even the most unsmiling professor in the University couldn't match him by a tenth.

Meng Jingheng didn't mind looking at himself. He still asked with a smile, "is your name Mo Nian?"

After Mo Nian nodded, he asked in a tight voice: "officer Meng! Did my brother really commit suicide? "

Up to now, he still doesn't want to believe it.

Meng Jingheng said, "yes, we don't have to cheat you."

Mo Nian's shoulder suddenly collapsed: "can I see him now?"

"Of course." Meng Jingheng said, and stood up: "go, I'll take you to see him."

Morgue.

When he saw these three words written on the sign at the door, Mo Nian's eyes could not help but show deep grief.

Then, he heard a "click" in front of him. It turned out that Meng Jingheng had opened the door of the morgue.

The next second, a stream of cold air rushed forward, Mo Nian subconsciously stepped back.

"What's the matter?" Yu Guang noticed Meng Jingheng and asked him.

Don't be speechless.

Seeing this, Meng Jingheng said, "are you afraid? It doesn't matter. I'll go in with you. "

Mo Nian shook his head: "no! I just don't want to believe that my brother is really dead... "

Meng Leng said: "after all, if you are not ready for another two days."

After taking a deep breath, Mo Nian's eyes are no longer so fragile: "no, sooner or later we have to face it."

Said, he unexpectedly first Meng Jingheng one step, walked into the air-conditioned straight out of the morgue.

Meng Jingheng had to say "nice" in his heart.

In the morgue these two days, there is a corpse of Mo Yuyang, so Mo Nian has a clear goal. At a glance, he sees Mo Yuyang lying on the stage.

At this time, Mo Yuyang's body is covered with a white cloth, showing only his face, neck and collarbone.

Mo Nian came to him and found that there were finger marks on his face and neck. He could not help but ask angrily, "who made these?"

"Bai su." Meng Jingheng, who came in later, replied, "your brother's wife."

Mo read after a Leng, sad cry: "my brother is like this, why does she want to do this to him!"

Meng Jingheng said: "if your brother didn't cheat her feelings, she probably wouldn't do that to him."

"What about here?" Mo Nian suddenly finds the wound in Mo Yuyang's throat and asks Meng Jingheng in panic.

Meng Jingheng took a look and said, "your brother made it himself."

"My brother He did it himself? " Mo Nian looked at the wound in disbelief and thought that his brother tortured himself like this?!

"Well, your brother killed himself with a needle." Meng Jingheng said truthfully.

"How can there be needles in prison? Shouldn't you take care of these things? " Don't read to be about to angry mad of shout a way. Meng Jingheng had no choice but to tell Mo Nian that Mo Yuyang had a high fever before he committed suicide, and then the hospital invited doctors and nurses to treat him: "maybe the needle was left by the doctors or nurses carelessly at that time, maybe it was stolen from the medical box after your brother woke up, but it was really our negligenceI'm sorry

Mo Nian choked in his throat and then turned to look at his brother's peaceful face. He never thought that his brother would say goodbye to him in this way. He was really cruel! He couldn't help holding out his hand and touching his brother's face. The cold touch made him shiver: "officer Meng, I want to be alone with my brother for a while, OK?"