klisemfg Chapter 332 It’s not him
Chapter 332 It’s not him
The air in the basement of Renxin Hospital seemed to be frozen. The dim lights flickered in the silent corridor, emitting a depressing and eerie atmosphere.
Luo Jinxi stood there with a straight figure, his eyes firm and alert. Zhang Zhekun beside him also had a serious expression. Four members of the public security team lined up neatly on both sides of the stairs.
They are dressed in neat uniforms and have a strong posture. They are like a solid barrier, guarding the order of the area and providing a sense of security and support for those who come to identify the bodies.
Soon, they saw a white-haired old woman, carefully supported by her two sons and daughters-in-law, walking slowly towards them.
The old woman's steps were staggering and heavy, and every step seemed to carry endless sadness and fatigue.
Her face was full of traces of time, and at this moment her sunken eyes were filled with tears. Her eyes were full of anxiety and expectation, as if at this moment, all her hopes were pinned on the identification process before her.
The pale-faced middle-aged man was obviously the old woman's eldest son. He suppressed his inner grief, approached Luo Jinxi, and said in a trembling voice:
"Hello, police officer. My father has been missing for half a month. He was wearing silky pajamas when he left. This heartbroken person is my mother.
Please take us in to see if this is our old father whom we have not seen for many days."
Luo Jinxi turned his head and met Zhang Zhekun's eyes. There was a tacit understanding and trust in his eyes. He said softly, "Take the old man in to have a look!"
Zhang Zhekun nodded gently with a stern expression, then looked at the two daughters-in-law and said seriously, "Ladies, please stay."
After saying this, he led his two sons who were supporting their mother and walked downstairs with steady steps.
Time passed slowly in this silent basement, and every minute and every second seemed particularly long. Finally, Zhang Zhekun came up from downstairs with the mother and her two children.
The eldest son who had just spoken approached Luo Jinxi again, his face full of apology, bowed deeply, and said: "I'm sorry, police comrade, it's not my father, it's just that the pajamas are similar in style. Sorry to bother you."
Luo Jinxi nodded slightly, a look of understanding appeared on his face, and he gently made a gesture of invitation.
The faces of the mother, her two children and the two daughters-in-law were filled with disappointment. Their shoulders drooped slightly, and the glimmer of hope in their eyes was completely extinguished.
They walked away silently, and the heavy footsteps echoed in the empty basement, as if telling the sorrow and helplessness in their hearts.
Luo Jinxi, Zhang Zhekun and other members of the public security team continued to stay at their posts, waiting for the next group of people to come and identify the bodies.
They know that in this cold basement, every identification process is a test of humanity and a reflection of the responsibility and mission they shoulder...
Before the figures of the mother and her family of five completely disappeared at the end of the corridor, a burst of hurried footsteps came closer and closer.
Mu Xiaoji looked panicked, his eyes full of fear and anxiety, his forehead was covered with sweat and his hair was a little messy, as if he had experienced countless inner struggles and torment along the way.
Mu Huiying followed closely beside him, her face also full of worry, a hint of helplessness in her eyes, and she kept muttering something, as if praying that everything was not true.
Dean Guo walked steadily but could not hide his inner worries. His brows were furrowed and his eyes were staring deeply ahead. He held a handkerchief tightly in his hand and wiped the cold sweat from his forehead from time to time.
Luo Jinxi stood where he was and saw the three familiar people from afar.
Mu Xiaoji was seen staggering, as if being pulled by an invisible force, running towards this side with a panicked look on his face.
Before Luo Jinxi could ask, Mu Xiaoji rushed forward desperately like a bird that had lost its direction, shouting, "Jinxi..."
The voice became hoarse and cracked due to excessive tension and fatigue. As soon as he shouted these two words, his body became unstable, his legs went soft, and he almost fell to his knees in front of Luo Jinxi.
Luo Jinxi reacted quickly, stepped forward quickly, and held Mu Xiaoji's arms firmly with both hands, his face full of confusion and concern.
Puzzled, he asked, "Boss Mu, why are you running here in such a panic? What happened?"
Mu Xiaoji's swollen eyes were full of bloodshot. His eyes, which were originally bright and lively, were now like two burning flames. He stared at Luo Jinxi closely, and his hands unconsciously grasped Luo Jinxi's arms.
He asked nervously and excitedly: "Jinxi, is the person inside the little monster?"
Luo Jinxi was confused by Mu Xiaoji's sudden question. He stood there for a moment, his eyes full of confusion.
Just when he was stunned, Mu Xiaoji shook Luo Jinxi's body vigorously as if he had gone crazy, and his emotions became more and more agitated.
He continued to shout louder and louder, "The man found by the river bend in Qingshi Lane this morning, was he sent to the hospital by Little Monster? Tell me now!"
Luo Jinxi suddenly realized what was going on. A look of shock appeared on his face. He widened his eyes and asked, "Mu Xiaoji, what do you mean? Is Jiang Chengyu missing?"
However, Mu Xiaoji had completely lost his patience at this time. He couldn't wait to explain, and suddenly broke free from Luo Jinxi's support, turned around and rushed towards the morgue downstairs.
The four well-trained members of the public security team immediately stepped forward to block his way.
Mu Xiaoji struggled like a trapped beast, waving his hands in the air and shouting, "Get out of the way, let me see if it's the little monster!"
His voice echoed in the silent basement, full of despair and helplessness.
Seeing this, Luo Jinxi rushed forward and grabbed Mu Xiaoji by the collar, with anger and confusion on his face.
He said loudly: "Mu Xiaoji, if you don't explain clearly, you won't be able to go in today!"
Mu Huiying and Dean Guo rushed over and grabbed Luo Jinxi's hand that was holding Mu Xiaoji's collar.
Mu Huiying burst into tears, tears kept sliding down her cheeks, wetting the clothes on her chest. She choked and said, "Jinxi, Jiang Chengyu left without saying goodbye last night. We are very worried about him. Let us go in and see him!"
Luo Jinxi turned his head and stared at Mu Xiaoji, asking again in confusion: "Mu Xiaoji, tell me clearly, why did Jiang Chengyu leave without saying goodbye? What did you do to him?"
Mu Xiaoji's eyes were full of bloodshot, like a red net, tightly wrapping his eyeballs. His lips trembled as he said word by word: "I tore up the marriage certificate and gave him back his freedom."
When Luo Jinxi heard this, he was furious. The muscles on his face trembled slightly because of anger. He cursed: "Mu Xiaoji, you are a fucking bastard. Do you know that he..."
Before Luo Jinxi could finish, Mu Xiaoji knelt on the ground with a plop, his eyes full of pleading, and said anxiously: "Luo Jinxi, I beg you, take me in to have a look!"
Luo Jinxi felt sad when she saw the man in front of her who was once full of vigor and vitality but now in such a miserable state.
She quickly bent down and used both hands to help Mu Xiaoji up: "Okay, okay, I'll take you in, and you stand still."
After saying that, he supported Mu Xiaoji and slowly walked downstairs. Mu Huiying and Dean Guo followed closely behind them, and every step seemed particularly heavy.
The door of the morgue slowly opened, and a gloomy and cold air blew in, as if it was a cold wind blowing from the depths of hell.
Mu Xiaoji's body trembled violently, he took a deep breath, mustered up the courage and rushed in. He hurried to the stretcher where the body was placed, and lifted the white sheet with trembling hands.
When he saw the face that was soaked beyond recognition by water, his face turned pale instantly and his lips trembled bloodlessly.
The swollen face had lost all its original features, and the skin was a strange grayish-white color. The hair was wet and stuck to the scalp, mixed with some water plants and mud.
Although Mu Xiaoji was filled with fear, he still did not give up. He hurriedly went around to the left, mustered up the courage to find his left hand, then grabbed it tightly and examined it carefully.
When he found that there was no familiar ring on his ring finger, he could no longer hold back his tears, which burst out and slid down his cheeks.
He said excitedly: "Mom, Uncle Guo, it's not him, it's not him."
There was a hint of relief in that voice, but more of it was deep worry and longing for Jiang Chengyu, which echoed for a long time in this cold morgue...
At dawn, soft light shines on the private helipad of Kuncheng Zidong International Group. The propellers of the helicopter slowly stop turning, making a low roar, as if it is a sigh after completing a long and arduous journey.
Rong Shishan was the first to push open the cabin door and jumped down nimbly, followed by Song Shijie who carefully supported Jiang Chengyu out of the cabin.
Jiang Chengyu looked tired and haggard. He was wearing wrinkled silk pajamas, his hair was messy and scattered on his forehead, and the hotel slippers on his feet were covered with dust, which formed a sharp contrast with the luxurious and clean environment around him.
The three of them got into the luxury business car that had been waiting beside them. The leather seats in the car were soft and comfortable, but Jiang Chengyu had no intention of feeling them. He stared blankly at the scenery passing by quickly outside the window, his thoughts still seeming to linger on that night full of pain and struggle.
The car started smoothly, slowly drove out of the helipad and headed towards the Goldsmith Bay Villa.
Soon, the luxury car slowly drove into the spacious and imposing courtyard of the Goldsmith Bay Villa.
The flowers and plants in the yard swayed gently in the breeze, as if welcoming their owner's return, but at this moment Jiang Chengyu had no time to appreciate the beautiful scenery.
Rong Shishan got out of the car first and quickly walked to the back seat to open the door for Jiang Chengyu. Song Shijie still held Jiang Chengyu's shoulders tightly, as if he wanted to use his strength to give him some support and comfort. The two of them walked straight to the living room.
In the living room, warm sunlight shines through the huge floor-to-ceiling windows onto the ground, forming golden spots of light.
Xiao Yue was sitting on the sofa, gently holding Chou Bao in his arms, with a gentle smile on his face.
The old lady sat at the side, her eyes narrowed into a crescent-like gap with a smile, and the corners of her mouth slightly raised, revealing a row of white and neat teeth;
His kind and amiable appearance made people feel warm in their hearts, and the whole living room was filled with a warm and peaceful atmosphere.
Shen Rou came out of the kitchen, holding the milk powder she had prepared for Chou Bao, and whispered softly, "Little Chou Bao, it's time to eat."
However, as soon as she finished speaking, her eyes swept towards the three people who walked into the living room.
When she saw Jiang Chengyu in a dishevel, the smile on her face disappeared instantly, replaced by a look of tension and worry.
She quickly put down the bottle in her hand, walked quickly to Jiang Chengyu, and shouted nervously: "Chengyu, what's wrong with you?"
There was a slight tremor in her voice and her eyes were full of concern. She looked Jiang Chengyu up and down carefully, as if trying to find the answer from him.
Jiang Chengyu was a little overwhelmed by this sudden concern. He lowered his head slightly, a blush appeared on his face, and he avoided Shen Rou's gaze embarrassedly.
Xiao Yue heard Shen Rou's exclamation and turned to look at the person coming into the living room. When he saw Jiang Chengyu's appearance, he was also shocked. He stood up quickly, holding Chou Bao and approached Jiang Chengyu, shouting: "Master Jiang..."
Seeing this, Jiang Chengyu quickly reached out his hand to stop him: "Xiao Yue, I feel cold all over, don't let Chou Bao get close to me."
Song Shijie saw it and said lovingly, "Child, go upstairs and wash up and have a good rest. Lao Rong, go order some clothes for Cheng Yu."
After receiving the order, Rong Shishan turned around and left the living room without saying a word.
Jiang Chengyu nodded gratefully to everyone, then dragged his heavy steps and walked straight to the bedroom upstairs.
His figure on the stairs looked lonely and desolate, and every step seemed to carry endless fatigue and worries.
As he left, the atmosphere in the living room became solemn. Shen Rou and the old lady looked at each other, their eyes full of worry and confusion. They knew that Jiang Chengyu must have experienced something unknown, and all this might have just begun...