"Who's at Lin's Bank?"

"Their chairman, Lin Anzhi."

Mo Bing is stunned. When he gets back to his senses, he turns around and runs to the stairway.

"Mo Bing!"

Jiang Jiusheng just stepped out to chase her. The lobby manager stopped her. "Young lady, people are coming and going upstairs. I'm afraid you'll be crowded. You're waiting here. I'll go and have a look."

If there is any mistake, his ten heads are not enough to compensate for it. However, six young ladies have explained it. It doesn't matter what else. They can't have less hair.

The corridor was full of people, pushing and jostling fiercely. Jiang Jiusheng had some difficulties, so he had to stop and lean against the wall to avoid the collision as much as possible.

"The police?"

The manager replied, "it has already been reported."

Jiang Jiusheng hesitated a little and asked, "are people still alive?"

The manager nodded.

She breathed a sigh of relief. If she is still alive, she will be fine. If there is no one left, Mo Bing will probably follow her.

"The manager added:" the ambulance has been called, young madam you wait here, I went first Later, the manager called two security guards to protect Jiang Jiusheng with the front desk, and then went upstairs.

The shooting took place on the fourteenth floor.

When Mo Bing arrived, Ding Chunlei was pressing Lin Anzhi's head with a towel. The white towel was all red and full of blood. He lay on the ground and kept his eyes open.

She stumbled over, not daring to move him, and called out his name.

Lin Anzhi's original empty pupils suddenly focused, reflecting a pale face. He opened his mouth and his voice was intermittent: "Mo Ice... "

Two words, it's like trying your best.

Mo Bing crouches down, reaches out to touch him, stops again, and is so stiff: "don't talk." As soon as he opened his mouth, his voice trembled. "Stop talking."

"Don't -" she can't speak.

Lin Anzhi reached out to her, his fingertips were full of blood, shaking badly. She held it, cold and cold, without any temperature, opened her mouth to talk, but could not say anything, from sobbing to crying.

Her whole world, at this moment, collapsed

Lin Anzhi's face was covered with blood. The towel pressing the wound was soaked. The warm liquid rolled from behind his ears to his neck. The collar of his white shirt was dyed red.

He said, "no, cry." Hold her hand, word by word, hard to say.

Mo Bing cried harder. He didn't know what to say, didn't have reason, and couldn't think. He just called his name and cried constantly.

He slowly lifted the master and wiped tears for her with his bloody finger belly. There was blood in his eyes, and her shadow was bright red: "I will not die," one word, one word said, "don't cry..."

The eyelids closed slowly and his hands fell.

Mo Bing cries, "An Zhi!"

Shi Jin came here ten minutes after the accident. He came out of the Qin's club in a hurry. He didn't take an umbrella. His hair was wet. He was in a hurry and his eyes were bathed in the cold of winter.

"Sheng Sheng."

Jiang Jiusheng was shocked: "how do you --"

when Jin lowered her body and hugged her: "you can't go out in the future." He sighed, as if with a lingering fear.

When he heard about the hotel accident, his first thought was that other people wanted to kill his family. Even if he knew that Lin Anzhi had been shot, his delusional symptoms of being killed had not been relieved at all.

Jiang Jiusheng patted him on the back and said, "I'm ok."

When Jin depressed mood, voice low: "if something is late."

After holding for a while, she retreated from his arms: "I'm going to see Mo Bing."

When Jin wants to also don't want to refuse: "too disorderly, very dangerous, you don't go anywhere, I take you home."

Jiang Jiusheng shook his head: "you accompany me."

He lowered his voice: "Sheng Sheng."

"I'm not sure," she insisted

He can't beat her. "OK, I'll take you." Turn around to tell the person in charge of the hotel, "call out the monitoring, cooperate with the police, check and clear the scene as soon as possible."

"Yes, less than six."

Shijin takes Jiang Jiusheng to the 14th floor by the internal elevator.

People from the police station and the hospital arrived almost at the same time. Lin Anzhi's condition may not be very good. The amount of bleeding is quite large. She has already been sent to the ambulance. Shijin called the hospital to say hello. She went to the operation directly. Mo Bing's whole condition is not right. She was in a trance. Jiang Jiusheng accompanied her to the hospital, while Shijin stayed to cooperate with the investigation.

The alarm has not been lifted. The hotel blocked the exit for the first time and checked the customers and staff in the hotel one by one, but nothing was found.

"Lin Anzhi's secretary was the first to find out. He said the door was closed at that time." "There are no signs of fighting in the house," Jiang said

Huo Yining went around the room.

"I don't know about Lin Anzhi's injury, but I found the bullet at the scene. It can be preliminarily inferred that the bullet hit Lin Anzhi's brain," Jiang Kai went to the bathroom door and pointed to the opposite wall. "Then he hit the bathroom door and bounced back to the wall."Huo Yining dipped his finger in the blood on the ground, which was still warm: "the model of bullet."

"Type 51 7.62 * 25MM pistol bullet."

It's a very common gun. It's not easy to find out.

Huo Yining put on his gloves and went to the bathroom: "have you picked fingerprints and footprints?"

"In addition to Lin Anzhi's own, our forensic colleagues took fingerprints of three people on the door, but it is not clear whether the fingerprints were left by the hotel staff." Jiang Kai looked at the notes in the notebook and added, "in addition, when Ding Chunlei came in, the window was open."

Huo Yining went over the scene carefully and said, "Jiang Kai, you and justice will adjust the hotel monitoring."

“OK。”

Huo Yining looked back: "do you have any ideas?"

When Jin is at the door, also did not enter the room, carrying the light, eyes a little emotion is not "your colleagues guess wrong." He pointed to a place, tone is very light, "the murderer should be standing in that position, opened the gun toward the bathroom door, bounced back and scraped Lin Anzhi, finally hit the opposite wall."

Huo Yining raised his eyelids: "so?"

"The other side doesn't want to kill people," Shijin pauses a little, her eyebrows and eyes are light, her happiness and anger are not clear, "but she is self defeating."

Don't want to kill.

That is to say, there are other purposes.

When Jin went back to Tianbei hospital, it was already six o'clock. Lin Anzhi was still in operation. The corridor of the hospital was cold. Jiang Jiusheng sat on the chair and didn't wear much. Jin frowned and walked over.

"How about the hotel?"

"The police are already investigating." He shook her hand. It was really cold. He covered her for a while. "Go to eat first?"

It's already six o'clock. She hasn't had a meal for more than five hours. She has no appetite at noon and only eats a little.

Jiang Jiusheng shakes his head.

Mo Bing sat at the other end of the table, still calm: "Sheng Sheng, I'll do it. You're a pregnant woman. You can't be hungry. You and Shi Jin will have dinner first."

At this time, the door of the operating room opened.

Chief surgeon is director Zhao of brain surgery. He came out wearing a mask: "who is the patient's family?"

Mo Bing rises fiercely, the footstep swings: "I am."

Director Zhao said: "at present, the situation is basically stable, but the patient injured the brain and had to observe for 72 hours. As long as consciousness can be restored, there should be no major problem."

Mo Bing took a breath of relief and thanked the doctor. Her tense nerves suddenly relaxed. Her legs were soft. She supported the wall and relaxed her mind. Her back and palm were all sweaty, which made her feel the chilling cold.

Director Zhao noticed that Jin was there, and said, "doctor Shi."

Shi Jin nodded, "please."

"The doctor was very kind."

After that, Shijin takes Jiang Jiusheng away, Lin Anzhi turns to the ward, Mo Bing stays, and Lin Anzhi's secretary stays in the hospital for one night.

The next day, Jiang Jiusheng packed breakfast and soup to go to the hospital. Mo Bing sat on the chair outside the ward. He was restless and his face was very haggard. He didn't sleep for about one night. He cried again. His eyes were red and swollen.

She had no appetite for breakfast.

"Jiang Jiusheng advised:" you go to rest for a while

"I'm fine." Mo Bing drinks the soup in the bowl and says to Jiang Jiusheng, "don't run to the hospital. You are still pregnant with children."

Jiang Jiusheng followed up with kindness and said, "you can rest assured that I will not run."

"Sorry."

She was quick: "forgive you."

Mo Bing smiles.

Jiang Jiusheng stopped teasing her: "don't worry, you'll wake up." She added, seriously, "believe me, my husband is a doctor."

Mo Bing can't laugh or cry. She makes fun of her, and her mood is much better.

Shi Jin is in the clinic today. Because of the rain, Jiang Jiusheng didn't rehearse, so he stayed in the hospital with Mo Bing and said that he would go back with him after work.

"Sheng Sheng."

"Well."

Mo Bing stood in front of the ward, didn't go in, looked at the people in the window, if Zheng ruoxong for a long time, she said, voice a little decadent: "I know I love him, but I don't know, I love him so much."

He who is in the game is a fan.

At least Jiang Jiusheng always knew how much mo Bing loved Lin Anzhi. She asked Mo Bing, "do you still hate him?"

Mo Bing thought about it and nodded: "hate, my father's injury still hurts, and my unborn child. I always dream of him. He is a little boy. He can't see his face clearly. He has been holding my hand and calling for my mother."

How much love, how much hate.

She stood for a long time and didn't go in. At nine o'clock, her father called.

"Dad."

Qin's hotel is on the cusp of the storm recently. The media has been reporting about it. Mo Bing's father learned about it from the news.

My father didn't get to the bottom of the matter and asked me a few simple questions."In the hospital?"

"Well, in the hospital."

"How is Anzhi?" the father asked

An Zhi, taken from an Zhiruo Su, is the name of his father. Mo Bing swallowed the sour and astringent stomach, calm as water back to his father's words: "not awake."

Over there, father is silent.

After a while, he whispered, "take care of yourself, too, and don't fall ill."

"I know," said Mo Bing

"Then I'll hang up." My father said, "I'll go to Jiangbei to see you with your mother in two days."

You.

It also includes Lin Anzhi.

They haven't seen Lin Anzhi for more than a year. Because of Mo Bing's relationship, his father didn't even mention Lin Anzhi. After nearly half a year's maintenance, his father suffered a lot, but he never complained in front of her. Even at home, Lin Anzhi's room and Lin Anzhi's things remained intact, as if everything had happened.

Mo Bing doesn't know what her father thinks. Her father is a philosophy professor. He seldom talks with others, even his family.

Before hanging up, Mo Bing shouted, "Dad."

"Well."

She was silent, a little choked. "I'm sorry."

Father was smoking there with matches. The sound of friction came into the earpiece, along with his old but firm voice.

"I'm not stupid. I'm your father. I'm sorry."

Mo Bing squats down against the wall, listening to the father over there slowly saying, "I knew when you took Anzhi home when you were 14 years old. My daughter was going to be abducted by this child."

My father paused for a long time, smoking a cigarette, and said, "I think I should be kind to him, and then he can be kind to my daughter. In the past ten years, I have treated him as my child, Mo Bing, a parent, and my own child. I can never be cruel to you and Ann's business. I can't decide for you. You should think for yourself, and be safe with us At home, it's not the household registration that can be broken when it's moved out. A few days ago, your mother also made the preserved fish he likes to eat. "

Mo Bing lowers his head, tears fall on the ground, and his father, who has always said little, talks for a long time.

Jiangbei Municipal Bureau.

Zhao Tengfei is giving a confession to Ding Chunlei, Lin Anzhi's accompanying secretary.

"I've been busy with overseas investment projects these days. The partners are in a hurry. President Lin has stayed in the hotel for several nights."

Ding Chunlei thought for a moment, then went on, trying to be as detailed as possible: "there are overseas meetings, the representatives of the partners are blocked on the viaduct, so I ordered lunch for President Lin first, only went out for less than 15 minutes, and came back to see him injured and collapsed in the room." He added, "in the middle of the day, I knocked on the door, but no one responded. I thought Lin was taking a lunch break."

Zhao Tengfei asked, "has Lin Anzhi offended anyone recently?"

Ding Chunlei quickly shook his head: "twenty-four hours a day, Lin always has 14 hours of work, contact with all of the bank's customers, I have been with Lin for more than a year, I have never seen him conflict with others, that is to say very little." He thought, "if you really want to form a feud, it's only the Wen family."

Mentioning the Wen family, he thought of another thing: "before President Lin was injured, Xiao Wen always came to see President Lin."

"Who is Xiaowen always?"

"Miss Wen, Wen Shihao."

Zhao Tengfei made a point in his confession under the name of Wen Shihao.

After the interrogation, Huo Yining came out of the monitoring room. Xiaojiang said, "Captain, there are new discoveries." He turned the computer screen around and pointed to it. "The hotel monitor caught Wen Shihao entering Lin Anzhi's room, and during this period, there was no other person except her."

Huo Yining rewrote the video a little bit and reread it: "bring people to the police station to ask."

An hour later, Wen Shihao sat in the interrogation room of the police station, and Huo Yining personally tried.

"What do you want me to do?"

She had a calm expression, not a hint of panic.

Huo Yining turns the laptop to her and points to the person in the video: "this is you?"

She just glanced and said, "I didn't hurt anyone."

Calm response, she must have understood the whole story.

Huo Yining didn't bother to go around and turn off the computer: "our police didn't say that you were the murderer, just wanted you to explain why you were on the scene?" He added, "there are your fingerprints at the scene, and the surveillance has also taken them. You stay inside for five minutes before you come out."

"I went to talk to Lin Anzhi," she said

"What is it?"

"About the bank."

"To be specific."

Wen Shihao sipped his lips, hesitated for a while, and then said, "I want to go back to the board of directors. He is the chairman of the board, and I need his consent."

Huo Yining speculated: "if Lin Anzhi disagrees, you can't get into Lin's Bank?"She nodded.

Huo Yining took back his long legs, sat upright, turned the front of the conversation, and brought some oppression: "that is to say, you have the motive to hurt people."

Wen Shihao was in a critical position and immediately denied, "I didn't hurt anyone."

Huo Yining didn't give her the time to explain: "but no one went in except you. Within 15 minutes from Lin Anzhi's entering the room to his being shot, the surveillance only caught you."

Wen Shihao loses color and argues loudly: "it can't be ruled out that someone hid in the room first. At that time, the window was open, the murderer fired a gun, and it's not clear that he escaped from the window."

Indeed, the window is open.

Huo Yining said: "what else do you see?"

"I didn't see the murderer either. When I went in, the door was open. Lin Anzhi was injured and lay on the ground bleeding a lot." Wen Shihao looked down and said, "I was so flustered that I calmed down for a while."

Huo Yining is lazy to answer a mouth: "the result that you are calm is to see death do not save?"

Wen Shihao raised his head, did not answer, and asked back: "legally, which rule says that citizens must do justice and bravery?"

Huo Yining was asked and smiled by her.

He asked this question superfluously. If Lin Anzhi is really dead, the biggest beneficiary is her. How can she do justice and bravery? It's good not to take advantage of the fire.

Wen Shihao calmly continued: "I was too scared and panicked, so I forgot to make the emergency call, and I was afraid that your police suspected it was me, so I left the scene." Finish saying, she raises an eyelid to see Huo Yining, "do not break the law, Huo team."

It's arrogant. I want to shut her up.

"No offense, we'll find out." Huo Yining stood up and pulled back his chair. "At present, you are the only suspect in this case. Besides, you are still on probation. Our police will detain you."

"May I contact my lawyer?"

"Yes."

From the interrogation room, Huo Yining gave a direct order: "Jiang Kai, you go to the hotel, check out Lin Anzhi's window to see if there is any clue left."

"OK."

"Xiaojiang, you can check the monitoring of all the buildings to see if there is any abnormal situation that you can't get in or out."

“OK。”

Tianbei hospital.

In the 20th hour after Lin Anzhi's operation, he still didn't recover his consciousness. It was still raining outside. The rain was small, more like water mist. The temperature was very low, and the raindrops on the window were frozen, so he couldn't see.

Mo Bing opened the door of the ward and was shocked a little: "Why are you here?"

Qin Mingzhu stood at the door. He didn't know whether he had just come or was there all the time. He was broken. He was a little embarrassed. He bowed his head in frustration. His hair rained a little and collapsed listlessly. He looked a little bit listless.

He said, "listen to my six brothers. Come and see you." He looked at Mo Bing. His eyes were soft, not like he didn't wake up. He asked carefully, "are you ok?"

Mo Bing shut the door of the ward and stood beside the wall, saying, "it's OK."

Lie.

Her face is not good at all, and her eyes are swollen.

Qin Mingzhu swallowed the words and didn't know what to say. After standing for a while, he was so silent and uncomfortable that he said, "I'll go back then."

With that, he regretted and pursed his lips regretfully.

Mo Bing said yes.

He grabbed the messy hair and slowly turned around. In such a cold day, he wore a thin sweater and didn't wear a scarf. His white neck was exposed outside and was a little red with cold.

Mo Bing shouted, "pearl."

Qin Mingzhu looks back like a pair of stars. When he is tired, he is clean and clear. When he looks at people seriously, he is very focused and beautiful.

"I'll see you off." She said, "I'm afraid you'll get lost again."

Qin Mingzhu tangled for a moment, frowned, then let go, and finally nodded, "OK."

Mo Bing took an umbrella and went downstairs with him. She walked in front of him, and he followed him. He lowered his head, only occasionally looked up at her.

All the way no words, to the hospital door, Mo Bing asked: "can you find the way back?"

Qin Mingzhu licked his lips and nodded.

She did not ask again. She handed over her umbrella: "it may rain later. Take your umbrella with you."

"Well."

He took the umbrella, put on the cap of the sweater, went out of the hospital gate, stood in the wind and rain, and looked back at her.

Mo Bing waved: "goodbye then."

He looked for a while and left with an umbrella.

It's cold outside. The rain and fog are all over the place. Mo Bing shivers. He goes back. He doesn't take a few steps. He is shouted.

"Mo Bing."

She looked back.

Qin Mingzhu ran back again. His umbrella was carried on his shoulder askew. He stood on the side of the road and shouted, "I wish you happiness."

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