C196 External Head 3(2)

"I'm sorry I came so late..."

He said to her, his pale lips barely curved, his eyes were already red, and a bone-piercing pain spread throughout his body. Regret was like a ferocious ghost claw, easily cutting open his chest, tearing apart his heart, and there was nowhere to escape.

No one could say.

That night, Yan Xuan moved into the house where he had lived when he was still warm. He spent some money to get someone to clean it up, but there was no additional furniture. He only bought some necessities and put them neatly. He still didn't touch the two boxes in the corner. Not to mention taking them out one by one to look at them. He let them stay there quietly. Just like himself, most of the time he sat on the old sofa. Alone, silent.

"Hello, can I delay your time?"

At first, not many people noticed this new quiet guest. Although many people were saying that the unknown house was finally rented out, the tenant was a young and handsome young man. Soon after, without waiting for the others in the corridor to discuss or inquire about something with curiosity, Yan Xuan knocked on their doors one by one and took the initiative to pay them a visit.

"What happened that day? Sorry, I don't really remember."

"I don't know. I wasn't at home that day. If you want to ask, go ask someone else..."

"What's going on?! Who are you? Didn't the police say that they committed suicide?! "

" Is it my turn? I told the police force everything I could! Who would be willing to take such things to heart all day long? "

" What suspicious people? I don't know the person in this photo! Are you annoyed? Let me tell you, that day, I only saw the Wen family's little girl crying as she ran, saying that she killed her mother!"

" Why did you knock?! I've tolerated you for a long time! You're courting death, kid!! "

It was not a friendly visit from the neighborhood. Yan Xuan held a photo that he had prepared long ago. He was doing what the police had just done a while ago. He did not believe that warmth was suicide. He felt that someone in this building must have lied to the police. He was willing to pay, no matter how much, as long as they were willing to tell the truth. He said that he had met a stranger who would never appear in the corridor that day, and that he had forgotten some unknown details when the police questioned him. They said that they had heard of an argument, that they had not committed suicide, that he had killed them...

But no one said that to him.

Jumping off a building was already a very unlucky thing. His normal life had been disturbed again and again. There was anger and annoyance on people's faces, and from the beginning, they would even say a few perfunctory words to him. Later on, they might as well not open the door, and then directly curse at him. They even attacked, and the matter became more and more intense.

Those who would tell the truth would not be silent. Those who chose to be silent would naturally not be able to speak so easily. He knew that it would be very difficult, but he had never thought of giving up. The most painful thing had already happened. Those people's eyes, ruthless words, or fists were nothing at all.

"Cough cough... Hello, sorry to bother you..."

"Sigh, what kind of sin are you doing? Quickly come in, the corner of your mouth is already broken!"

There were 16 households on the sixth floor, a total of 96 households. Yan Xuan used two days to knock on 45 doors, but he did not get any useful information. He was scolded 37 or 38 times, and was beaten up three times.

The forty-sixth house was the fat woman's home. She had visited to persuade him before. She told him not to do anything stupid, but he insisted on doing it. Now he had suffered enough. His forehead was full of sweat, the corner of his mouth was stained with blood, his face was pale, and he could not even stand stably. He couldn't bear to see it, so he quickly let him into the house.

"Thank you..." He staggered to the sofa and sat down. Yan Xuan pressed his abdomen without a trace. The tattooed man gave him two punches and one punch landed on his face. One on his stomach. There was nothing wrong with bleeding from the corner of his mouth, but his stomach suffered a heavy blow. It was so painful that he couldn't bear it.

"I told you, there are all kinds of people in this building. Sigh, provoking them won't do you any good." The fat woman took out a cold towel and anti-inflammatory ointment and poured a cup of hot water for him. "Don't ask about that anymore, it's just a routine police officer. They might still have some patience, but what are you now? A few people have already come to me to complain about you disturbing the people. "

" The person who died was someone very important to me... " Yan Xuan took a cold towel and put it on the slightly swollen half of his face. He lowered his eyelids and said in a low voice, "I will not give up. Cough... There are still fifty households left..."

" Since they are very important people, they should be treated well when they are alive. What is the use of you doing these unpleasant things now? Can you revive her? The police have already come to a conclusion. You just rely on your intuition to go on a rampage. With your pathetic state right now, who do you think will pity you?" The fat woman was used to saying whatever she wanted to say, so she wouldn't think too much about it. She also didn't feel that what she said was wrong.

... "" Yan Xuan fell into silence. The intimacy that the fat woman had brought him. It disappeared in an instant. He didn't blame her for saying all this, because all of this was the truth. However, he wouldn't stop there, because "these unpleasant things" were the reason why he was still alive.

"Listen to my advice, don't be so stubborn anymore. My condolences, live a good life. " The fat woman saw that his expression had become even worse. She also knew that he wouldn't be comfortable listening to those words just now. But he still had to live these days, living people couldn't live in the shadows of the dead all day long.

"Please help me think about it again..." Yan Xuan took out a photo from his pocket and put it on the coffee table. He then looked up at the fat woman. There was a faint smile on his lips and his eyes were dim. "On the day of the incident, did you see the person in the photo?"

"You..." The fat woman frowned. Such a stubborn fellow... She really regretted renting the house to him now. "Alright, you want to ask, right? Then ask. Wait until the number of complaints exceeds a certain proportion. I'll call the police. When the time comes..."

"You haven't answered my question yet." Yan Xuan looked straight at her, completely unmoved. "This matter is very important to me. Please help me think about it carefully. If there is a need for payment, I will pay..."

... "" The fat woman's face turned red and white. Her gaze unconsciously shifted to the photo on the coffee table.

There were three pictures, two men and one woman. They were bright and fashionable. One look and you could tell that they were rich. The fat woman was silent for a while, as if she was seriously recalling something. Then, she shook her head and said that she had never seen them before.

"The heavens are watching. I hope you didn't lie, didn't go against your conscience, and let the dead suffer injustice." Yan Xuan put away the photo and stood up. After saying this, he walked towards the door with unsteady steps.

"What are you saying!? I helped you out of kindness. Why do you suspect me? You deserve to be beaten up!" Behind him, the fat woman gave him this sentence. She no longer had any good feelings or care for him.

Yan Xuan smiled indifferently. After closing the door, he leaned against the wall alone in the dimly lit walkway. He pressed down on his abdomen, rested for a while, and waited for a wave of sharp pain to pass. He propped up his body and knocked on the door of the forty-seventh house.

Forty-seven, forty-eight, forty-nine...

Sixty-one, sixty-two, sixty-three...

Eighty-five, eighty-six, eighty-seven...

After another two days, he was already on the verge of collapsing, as if he would collapse at any moment.

The high fever made him dizzy. His body was bruised and bruised, and his stomach felt like it was going to explode. The police officer received a call from the police and found him in the corridor. He was leaning against the wall and sitting on the ground, coughing in a muffled voice. There was no blood on his pale face, and there was blood on the corner of his lips. There was some dirt on his shirt, as if he had just been beaten up. He was in a sorry state, but he did not look weak at all. On the contrary, when he raised his head to look at them, he had a cold smile on his face. There was a shocking silence in his eyes.

"You have to come with us to the station." The police officer showed his ID and was not polite to him.

"I think... Ahem, you have to take me to the hospital first..." He opened his palm towards the police officer and a dark red spot appeared in his palm, causing the expressions of the people present to change.

He had already asked the 87th household and nine other families.

Who knew if there would be the truth that he wanted in the remaining nine families? But he seemed to have no choice but to go to the hospital for a few days, because his body had already reached the limit.

His head hurt and his stomach hurt. He did not sleep well for four days and vomited more than he ate. He felt incomparably at ease living such a life.

Since he was a very important person, he should treat him well when he was alive...

If he died, it would be too late.

Too late.

So that was the coldest word in the world. Now he more or less understood.