夜夜未满十八勿进的爽爽影院

Chapter 128 (Is Life Always This Hard) Zhao Mingjiang Died with Hatred

The night was getting deeper and deeper. A gust of cloudy wind beat against the car windows which consequently rustled. Rainstorm would occur before the thunder. Two police cars rushed to the hospital in the dark.

As soon as he arrived downstairs, a sudden ringing of his mobile phone rang. Zhao Yuan suddenly hit a nerve. He looked at the name of Zheng Zihuan on his mobile phone. A burst of uncertainty surged in his heart. He stared at the screen and dared not answer the phone.

Lin Wenxi took his cell phone and answered. He looked at Zhao Yuan blankly and his tears rushed down. When Hong Xuan saw the situation, he took several policemen to find the security guards of the hospital and immediately blocked the scene.

Zhao Yuan numbly took over the mobile phone. Inside it was Zheng Zihuan’s desperate voice calling, “He’s gone. Mingjiang, is gone...”

What awaited Zhao Yuan was a death notice and a cold body. When Zhao Yuan left a few hours ago, he still held the hand of the body, which was still warm.

“Was he peaceful when he has gone?” Zhao Yuan stared straight at one of the nurses with no tears in his eyes.

“He was quiet and painless.” The nurse looked at the child with pity, who got up early early and slept late to accompany his own father.

“We sometimes wish you a good sleep.” The nurse added when she left in tears.

Lin Wenxi stood beside Zhao Yuan with a dull look. When Zhao Mingjiang woke up, he took his hand with all his strength. He knew that Zhao Mingjiang had a lot to say, but he could not. All the warmth in his hands had not yet dissipated.

Zheng Zihuan had fainted. Several doctors were carrying out temporary rescue not far away. A cart rushed over and transported Zheng Zihuan to the operating room. Everything seemed in chaos.

The police quickly intervened, isolating the crowd, busily collecting fingerprints, shoe prints, and the forensic doctors kept making analysis notes.

“The cause of death is unknown, but it should be related to the pipe that was unplugged.”

“What is this?” There are white spots on the rubber of the nozzle, like something hard hitting.

“There were only the footprints of the caregivers. There is no sign of forcible entrance to the door and of the struggling before the deceased’s death.”

“The line has dropped. Why didn’t there be a buzzing alarm?”

“To get the surveillance video.”

Everybody was busy inside. Lin Wenxi and Zhao Yuan sat side by side. After a while, Hong Xuan came over and gently patted Zhao Yuan on the shoulder. “Restrain your grief.”

“Was no one found...” Lin Wenxi asked.

“There is no trace at all.” Hong Xuan sighed. He shook his head and dialed a number.

It was not until Zheng Zihuan stumbled out of the ward that Zhao Yuan got up to help him sit down. They were taken to the police for questioning and recording.

Zheng Zihuan was in a very good state of mind at night. Unexpectedly he suddenly lost consciousness and sank into oblivion. When he woke up again, he found the red pipe connecting Zhao Mingjiang’s lifeline was pulled out and held tightly in Zhao Mingjiang’s hand. Zhao Mingjiang’s face was calm as if he had fallen asleep. In Zheng Zihuan’s panic call, all the nurses and doctors rushed to transport Zhao Mingjiang and rescued him. At about 3 a.m., they declared the rescue ineffective and that he was dead.

“When I’m not awake, it seemed like... It seemed that a pair of hands poked through the door...”

“What did you do before you fainted?”

“I drank a glass of water.”

“Where was the water from?”

...

In the ongoing investigation of the case, Zheng Zihuan was unable to cooperate. He seemed to have lost his soul and became a little dementia. In the face of the next police inquiries, he gave the irrelevant answers.

Zhao Yuan rested Zheng Zihuan in bed and began to deal with his father’s affairs with Liu Lanhua, who was also informed of coming over. At hometown, he had to deal with the cancellation of the household registration and other matters, and needed to issue a notice to the corresponding relatives, and eventually, the body will go back to his home to make peace, all of which need to be handled by him. Zhao Yuan asked him to go home first. Everything left could only be his own.

Supporting his disintegrated spirit, Zhao Yuan signed his opinion on the disposal of the body, and received many investigations and inquiries from the police. Finally, he signed the letter of consent to forensic anatomy solemnly.

“Everything is fine, Brother Yun. Don’t drive me away. I just want to accompany you.” Lin Wenxi leant on Zhao Yuan’s shoulder.

Silent.

Zhao Yuan went to the morgue. He hadn’t said goodbye to his father yet.

Zheng Zihuan sat silently at the entrance of the morgue with a haggard look and a little beard. He saw Lin Wenxi, and nodded slightly, which was a greeting.

When the door of the morgue opened, Zheng Zihuan quickly turned around to run in and sat under one of the freezers.

“This man is really... If I don’t think that he is poor, I would have called the security to blow him away! When he came in, he would run to the cabinet, and ask me to open the cabinet. What do you think happened to this man? Is he crazy? It’s not an emergency cremation or a police autopsy...” The guardian seemed to be frightened to have a lingering fear and kept on nagging.

Zhao Yuan smiled apologetically and led Lin Wenxi’s hand into the cold morgue.

Zhao Yuan quietly watched his father who slept peacefully. In his life, the man who was blood connected with him had never slept so quietly. Zhao Yuan remembered that his father had been busy all the time for himself and his incomplete family. He only slept for four or five hours all night, under the desk lamp and street lamp all night. During his inadequate sleep time, he often called his wife’s name “Xuehua... “.

Zhao Yuan remembered that he once persuaded his father to take care of his health, but his father said, “Why should we sleep long before we die? We could sleep long after we die.”

Nowadays, this quiet and peaceful father was gone, with endless grievances and resentment. He must have missed his unknown mother in his lifetime. He must have missed himself in his lifetime, as well as the story of Wenxi that he once told him over and over again. How could he sleep for a long time?

“Your son was not filial! Why did I not accompany here without leaving for an inch? Why did I seek help to kneel for others! Zhao Yuan knelt down and felt that the blood in his body was frozen and could not feel any joy, anger and sorrow.

Zhao Yuan remembered what a girl said in a movie, and he also asked himself, “Is life always this hard, or is just when you’re a kid?”

Right, always like this.

“Join the Mo Shi, and you will be rich and powerful, live in the shadow of the city, curse this disgusting bustling world!” a voice said to Zhao Yuan.

“The world is so cruel, why bother to be sentimental?”

The shadows around him knelt down together with hands tightly clutching the freezer, and tears dropping to the ground. “His pain was no less than mine. I could feel that his heart was hot.”

“Maybe he is the last tenderness of my life.”