The Li family was blocked by the police on the other side of the corridor. Some cursed Zhang Shu, and Zhou Ping, while others threw themselves on the old man's body and cried loudly.

Li Haiming was like an outsider, standing aside like those watching the fun. The only difference was that he looked dull and his eyes were not on them. He didn't look at his wife, his dead father, or his relatives.

Zhou Ping sighed and found the hospital security guard who was helping to maintain order.

He is not familiar with this city and now he can only contact local mental hospitals through the hospital.

It happened to be in the hospital and there were police next to it, so it was convenient to find a special mental hospital.

Zhang Shu was taken away.

Even Li Haiming was taken away together.

The middle-aged man of the Li family signed the letter. As Li Haiming's younger brother, Li Haiming's normal family member signed and agreed to allow him to be admitted to the hospital for treatment.

Zhou Ping had been running around for the day and took a sip of water at noon. At around 8 o'clock in the evening, he finally returned to the hotel.

He was very tired, but he couldn't sleep. The things he had experienced this day were still lingering in his brain. Especially Zhang Shu's two voices, they couldn't get rid of them. The twenty minutes at Zhang Shu's house seemed very long. He could remember every detail, and even the chill and fear in his heart at that time. What happened later was just a quick look and quickly passed through his mind.

Zhou Ping was stunned.

The young man looked at him for a while and didn't care too much. He folded the quilt and put it on the chair. After that, he took out something from his luggage, raised his hand, spread the thing onto the bed. It was a disposable sheet. After making the bed, he put a disposable quilt cover on the quilt and took out a disposable pillowcase.

After tidying up his bed, the young man pulled out another bag of disposable tools from his suitcase and asked Zhou Ping as he had done in the past few days: "Do you want it?"

Zhou Ping shook his head and had no strength to complain.

"Are you washing up now?"

Zhou Ping shook his head again.

"Then I'll wash up first." The young man said and entered the bathroom.

Zhou Ping heard the sound of closing the door and suddenly realized that the young man was also called Li Yun, exactly the same name as his cousin.

Li is not a common surname. The name Li Yun is not a common one.

It’s just that coincidental that his cousin called this name, and his new colleague who was on a business trip also called this name.

He had never noticed this in the past. On the one hand, he was not familiar with his cousin's name, and on the other hand, he was not familiar with young people.

He suddenly remembered the mourning hall.

There is a small altar with urns and photos, and Li Yun's spiritual throne. The name is carved on the wooden board.

Maybe not the board...

That material looks very cheap.

The urn is very delicate.

Zhou Ping was thinking randomly, and his eyes fell on the carpet in front of his toes.

He saw a burgundy hair.

His eyes slanted and his eyes fell on his cuffs.

The burgundy hair is still there.

It was a day and night, and the hair was still there.

Zhou Ping remembered Zhang Shu's hair all over her head.

The woman who didn't know who was in the Li family pulled a lot of Zhang Shu's hair. There was hair in the hospital corridor, and there was also a white cloth on it...

That blue-gray dead face...

Black and white photos...

Zhou Ping felt a little disgusted.

He remembered that he should call his mother. This was the most troublesome thing he had this day. His cousin died suddenly, his aunt went crazy, and his uncle was abnormal, that was just a trouble. He felt tired, but he would not be sad for them. When he thought of his mother, he felt sad. And his grandparents and grandparents had never said bad things about his aunt. They missed her very much, and they were very worried about their grandchildren and son-in-law who had never met several times. How sad they should be...

Zhou Ping felt confused, dusted off his hair on his cuffs, kicked off his shoes, took off his coat, and lay on the bed with all his strength.

Let’s call my mother tomorrow. No, call my father first. You can’t tell my mother directly about this. If you want to make her mentally prepared, there must be someone around you who can persuade her.

Click.

The bathroom door was opened and closed again. Li Yun changed into a pajama and came out. He hung his shirt and trousers before lying down on the bed.

He lay flat on the bed. I don’t know what material the disposable bedding set he used was made of, it was pure and pure, but it always made a tiny friction sound.

After a few days, Zhou Ping became accustomed to this kind of voice.

Li Yun turned his head and looked at Zhou Ping.

"I'm turning off the lights?" he asked.

Zhou Ping nodded.

Li Yun reached out and pressed his hand on the switch of the bedside table, and the room lights were turned off.

Zhou Ping turned over, curled up the quilt and closed his eyes.

He didn't fall asleep.

I am so tired, but I still can't sleep.

Maybe it was because he was wearing trousers and shirts. He didn't even take off his belt.

He heard the tiny friction of the bed next door, as if Li Yun was breathing normally, his chest was undulating, and the quilt cover and the sheets made a sound due to friction.

However, the sound was much louder than the previous two days.

Li Yun probably didn't sleep either.

Zhou Ping simply sat up, took off his belt, and wanted to change his clothes.

He tinkered in the dark for a long time, but couldn't find his pajamas, so he reached out and turned on the bedside lamp.

The warm yellow dim light illuminated the single bed on Zhou Ping and slightly illuminated half of Li Yun's space.

Zhou Ping saw Li Yun lying down well, his eyes closed, as if he was asleep.

Li Yun suddenly opened his eyes, scaring Zhou Ping.

"Sorry, I'll change my clothes..." Zhou Ping thought he was turning on the light and woke him up.

Li Yun did not respond. He sat up and looked at his pillow.

On the snow-white pillowcase, there is a black hair.

Li Yun pinched the hair, frowned, and pulled it out.

The hair is very long, most of it is hidden under the pillowcase, and only a small part of it pokes out.

Li Yun pulled out his hair intact, raised his hand, and looked at it for a while after studying.

Zhou Ping was stunned when he saw this scene.

He knew Li Yun's turtle hair, but he didn't expect that his turtle hair to be so.

Princess Pea?

Can you feel a piece of hair under the pillowcase?

Li Yun put his hair aside and reached out to remove the pillowcase.

"You want to call room service?" Zhou Ping asked tentatively.

Although they are consumers, in the middle of the night, the hotel waiter would probably use their towel to wipe the toilet with their towels. Li Yun didn't have to worry about this, he brought his own towel. Zhou Ping was in trouble.

Li Yun ignored it and carefully checked the pillow.

Zhou Ping looked so serious that he was infected.

"Is there any problem?" Zhou Ping asked cautiously.

"I've checked it before and didn't see this hair." Li Yun replied.

"Maybe it was the cotton inside the pillow... pressed into it and it was squeezed out again."

Zhou Ping has no obsession with cleanliness, but he feels a little disgusted when he says such words.

Li Yun had no expression on his face.

He re-packed the pillowcase and threw that hair into the trash can.

Seeing that he was about to continue sleeping, Zhou Ping went through his suitcase barefoot and said, "I'll change my pajamas."

He found his pajamas, changed his clothes, and turned around and saw Li Yun lying flat and closing his eyes.

Zhou Ping also lay down on the bed and covered it with a quilt.

He was about to turn off the light when he heard the rustling sound on Li Yun's bed.
Chapter completed!