Mystery Case Tracing [Criminal Investigation]

Chapter 70 Respect for blood

Near noon, the sudden sound of brakes in the quiet courtyard can almost be described as harsh. The staff at the grassroots level in the jurisdiction saw Qi Chuchen come down and immediately greeted him.

“With a knife, I don’t know who was kidnapped. The policeman went up two according to your arrangement, and is still persuading.”

“After a while, Zhang Chao, the head of the Criminal Investigation Team of the Municipal Bureau, will come over. When you come, tell him the situation, tell him not to expose him, and then come down to make arrangements. I will go up first.” After Qi Chuchen said this, he strode up to the third floor.

A concealed door separates the two spaces inside and outside, and people who don’t know the inside think it’s as calm as water inside.

Qi Chuchen knocked on the door of the room: “Sister, are you at home? Is your water pipe broken and leaking?”

Qi Chuchen opened the door, and the small living room was crowded with four people, and he was even more crowded when he stepped in.

“You, you, who are you? What are you here for? Don’t go if you don’t say it clearly!” The man standing in the distance waved his short knife twice. After years of drug erosion, it is hard to imagine that he is only in his early forties.

“I, I’m downstairs, my house is leaking, I, I’ll take a look.” Qi Chuchen raised his hands and took another step into the house.

The two policemen are still persuading, put down the knife, and negotiate.

The abducted middle-aged woman is shaking like chaff at the moment. The man was still muttering words in his mouth, and his high and low voice was repeatedly mixed with: Borrow money, my wife will not die, tell you not to lend me, die together, you lend me, OK, my wife still can’t save will die.

Qi Chuchen stood quietly and watched the policeman racking his brains to appease.

“Hey, you didn’t know if you came back after entering the door of a certain person.” The door was pushed open again behind him, and Zhu Zhen stretched out a head.

The man holding the knife was taken aback, before he could speak, Qi Chuchen yelled, “Wait for me when I go home!”

Zhu Zhen shrank his head and closed the door.

The man with the knife, obviously confused about the situation, began to swing the knife again, “Then who, who is that! How did you go?”

“My boyfriend, I was taking a shower just now. The bathroom leaked, so I came up to have a look.” Qi Chuchen answered calmly.

At this moment, all four people in the room looked at Qi Chuchen with strange eyes, but the meanings in their eyes were different.

“Fuck me, the criminal investigation buddy graduated from the Acting Department of the Academy of Drama!”

“When did such a strange young man move downstairs from my house? Am I asking the neighborhood committee to reflect on it.”

“Are you gay?” Only the man wielding a knife asked.

Qi Chuchen smiled awkwardly, and his eyes looked like dust when he looked at the man. No one knew that his eyes had already crossed the man’s shoulders and landed on the balcony of the house opposite.

“Aren’t you afraid of getting sick?” The man wielding a knife continued to ask. Compared to the mania before, his tone was tender at this time.

Qi Chuchen thought to himself, hehe, no need for me to take the initiative to hook up.

“Don’t be afraid, what kind of disease can’t be cured?” Qi Chuchen seemed to question, like a report.

“Can AIDS be cured?” There was a trace of ignorance in the eyes of the man wielding the knife.

“Yes! As long as I have money! I have money, what am I afraid of?” Qi Chuchen answered confidently.

“You have money? How much? Can you lend me?” The man brandishing the knife was surprised.

Qi Chuchen thought for a while and asked, “How much do you want to borrow? When will you pay it back?”

“Two hundred thousand! My wife can pay it back when she leaves the hospital.” The man said categorically.

“All right, then you go with me to get it?” Qi Chuchen hesitated and walked to the man.

The man looked at Qi Chuchen and asked uncertainly: “You really borrowed from me?”

Qi Chuchen stretched out his hand and pulled the middle-aged woman aside.

In front of him was empty, the man violently said: “Go to death!!!”

The knife that was placed on the neck of the middle-aged woman before, now one half of the knife’s blade pierced Qi Chuchen’s stomach.

Two police officers scrambled to subdue the man with the knife.

When the familiar heat flow ran across his body, Qi Chuchen had only one thought in his mind: I can go to Nima.

The door opened and a crowd of people poured in. Zhang Chao rushed in and quickly picked up Qi Chuchen and hurried downstairs.

Immediately before Qi Chuchen fainted, he felt his fingers touch the phone and heard Zhang Chao’s voice further and further away: “Let’s notify Yan Mu.”

Yan Mu was standing in front of the Liulitai, taking care of the beef carefully. When the phone rang, it was Qi Chuchen. Before he could pick it up, his face was as cold as frost. He turned off the heat on the stove, put on his coat and drove out. The hand holding the steering wheel has been trembling, and the lips are trembling, repeating silently: Nothing will happen, nothing will happen.

Running all the way to the door of the operating room, Zhang Chao’s foot was stabbed with blood on his clothes and almost collapsed.

Zhu Zhen hurriedly rushed over to help: “Mr. Yan, Brother Chen is still undergoing an operation. The current situation is… okay… okay.”

These two were okay, like comforting and helpless, Yan Mu walked to the door of the operating room and stood without a word.

“Sorry, I didn’t protect Chu Chen.” Zhang Chao was full of guilt.

Yan Mu waved her hand without saying a word.

“Drugs caused hallucinations and abduction of hostages. Chu Chen negotiated to rescue the hostages. In the end, the murderer was suddenly irritable and stabbed Chu Chen with the wound in his abdomen.” Zhang Chao tried his best to restrain his emotions and explained the situation to Yan Mu.

“This is his duty. I believe he can continue to perform it well.” Yan Mu tried to restrain his emotions, still choking in his voice.

Standing next to Gao Rui, Luo Hao had an idea in his heart: He was indeed the man of Brother Ben Wanchen, so he was worthy of our Deputy Captain Qi.

After more than five hours, the lights in the operating room finally went out. At that moment, Yan Mu clenched his hands hanging on his side. Fear rises from the tail vertebra, and layer after layer surging rushing on the brain, it seems as long as a century has passed. The door opened, all kinds of threads wrapped around his body, Qi Chuchen, who was lying on the bed, was pushed out.

The fear accumulated in the back of his head dissipated immediately, and he fell back to his chest cavity in one breath, and his sanity returned to control his legs that were almost limp again. Qi Chuchen was admitted to an independent ICU, and Yan Mu and Zhang Chao followed the doctor.

The doctor in the ward kept arranging everything. Just after he calmed down, he walked out of the door and was surrounded by several people. The doctor looked at the battles and said faintly, “This buddy is a little bad this year, how many times has it been?”

This hospital is designated by the municipal bureau, and the conditions in the province are the best. This doctor is a high-level doctor who is responsible for all work-related injury treatment in the Municipal Bureau. After a few years, I have been familiar with Zhang Chao.

When Zhang Chao heard this, he was relieved. The doctor still had time to make fun of him, indicating that the situation was not serious enough to get out of control.

“Important organs are okay. There are several perforations and scratches in the small intestine, which have been stitched up, the bleeding has been cleared, and now the anesthetic has not passed. You can go in and be alone in a while, nothing serious, don’t worry.” The doctor finished. He patted Zhang Chao on the shoulder.

Yan Mu walked into the ward, stood beside Qi Chuchen’s bed, leaned down, and put a kiss on Qi Chuchen’s lips. A drop of salty and wet liquid hit Qi Chuchen’s pale face, perhaps it was the joy of the rest of his life, or the suffocation that was so distressed that it could not be added.

Yan Mu pulled a chair and sat on the edge of the bed, stretched out his hand to personally hold Qi Chuchen’s hand, fixed his eyes on that face, the face that couldn’t be seen enough.

As time passed, Qi Chuchen occasionally groaned and fell asleep again. Zhu Zhen came in instead of Yan Mu, told him to go out to eat and order takeaway. Yan Mu didn’t postpone it either, and went out to solve it quickly. He knew that he had to save his energy at this moment.

After eating quickly, Yan Mu persuaded Zhang Chao and the others to go back. Several people determined to wait until Qi Chuchen woke up before leaving. Yan Mu didn’t say any more, and continued to enter the ward to guard.

After more than two hours, Qi Chuchen finally opened his eyes completely, and Yan Mu hurriedly got up and kissed his lips: “I am here.”

“I’m fine.” Qi Chuchen squeezed out a smile, and the pain of the wound was clearly heard at this moment.

“Team Zhang, they are all outside. I will tell them that you are awake and let them go back to rest.”

Qi Chuchen responded with a hum.

Clear pain, unable to sleep peacefully, Qi Chuchen insisted not to take extra pain relief, clenching his teeth. Yan Mu has been gently stroking his face with his hand, kissing his hand and his face from time to time.

The nurse on duty separated by a glass wall said with an idiotic expression to the doctor on duty next to him: “When I am sick, if someone like this is by my side to take care of me like this, no matter whether it’s a man or a woman, it’s a dog. I will marry right away!”

Towards the early hours of the morning, the pain was numb, and tiredness finally returned. Qi Chuchen fell asleep, sleeping a little restlessly, frowning, his teeth biting his lips unintentionally. Yan Mu has been awake, gently smoothing his forehead and lips, trying his best to calm the restlessness in his dream.

After seven o’clock in the morning, the doctor made a round and Qi Chuchen was still asleep. The doctor lightly checked and asked about Yan Mu’s condition, “If it is too painful, you can give a pain relief pump or give me some medicine for the pain.”

“When he couldn’t help it, he took the initiative to ask, and I will look for a doctor again.” Yan Mu said.

Not long after the doctor left, Gao Rui brought breakfast to Yan Mu, asked about the situation, and went out to smoke instead of Yan Mu. Tell Yan Mu that they can all take turns to guard, Yan Mu is too exhausted and tired alone. Yan Mu declined his kind intentions, and just said: “I want to guard him, and he can’t do without me.”

Gao Rui felt that he was accidentally stuffed with dog food.

Three days after the operation, in order to prevent adhesions, Qi Chuchen was driven out of the hospital bed by the doctor. He moved one step at a time, and every time he moved, he felt as if he was being turned over by a sledge in his stomach.

Yan Mu had been standing by his side and stretched out his hand to lend Qi Chuchen’s strength, but he never gave too much support, unless he felt weak and fell to the ground.

Qi Chuchen stayed in the independent ICU for fifteen days in the hospital, slowly withdrew the monitoring equipment behind him, and did not return to the general ward. This was Zhang Chao’s arrangement.

A door cut off wave after wave of visitors. Except for a few leaders of the city bureau, none of them could get in half a step. Qi Chuchen’s identity today is different from the past. The cause of this injury was not the injury in the detection of the case. The involvement was too wide, and there was no need to find some trouble or get some empty cheques.