Zhou Fan asked again: "When you picked me up, have you checked at that time? Do I still have... breathing?"

Zhou Yin had no answer.

Zhou Fan said seriously: "Dad, please tell me that I will not be afraid, this is very important to me."

Guifeng was sobbing, she didn't dare to say it, or she couldn't say it.

"No more, when I put you on the bed, your face turned pale and your breathing was cut off." Zhou Yimu sighed and said.

"Have you breathed absent..." Zhou Fan lowered his head slightly. He was not surprised by the answer, but he still felt a little fear in his heart. The bones on the back of his brain were cracked and his vitality was cut off. How did such a body recover?

"Apart from these, was there anything that impressed you at that time? It's okay for me or around me." Zhou Fan looked up and asked again.

"Is something particularly profound?" Zhou Yimu thought deeply, "I was very panicked at that time. There were too many things I couldn't remember. What made me particularly concerned about was that your face was a little twisted and frozen, and you seemed to be afraid of something."

Zhou Fan was stunned for a moment. This is called the memory face before death. When he was a criminal policeman in his previous life, many murdered dead people had distorted their faces because they saw some special things before death. There are many reasons for this memory face, some were because they were threatened by the murderer, some were because they saw the murderer's face, and the deceased knew the murderer, etc.

In any case, the conclusive message revealed by the memory of the face before death is: the deceased did not die suddenly when he died. He knew that he would die before he died, so his face turned into a ball with fear.

This seemed a bit unusual to Zhou Fan. His predecessor died in the back of his head. Common sense was that his predecessor would not see the murderer, and he did not know that danger would come. He died suddenly, and his face would not change so much.

If you don’t die suddenly, there will be many possible situations. For example, if the other party doesn’t knock on his predecessor to death, it will knock on him a lot before he knocks him to death. Or maybe when the other party killed his predecessor, he didn’t know what intention was to let the predecessor know that he would die?

Zhou Fan thought of this and asked, "Will there be any other injuries on my body except the hole in my head?"

Zhou Yimu shook his head and said, "You were bleeding a lot at that time, but there was only that wound."

Zhou Fan nodded. If the other party really knocked a lot, if it weren't for accurately tapping the same place, there would never be only one wound. It was only the person who deliberately let his predecessor know that in order to mentally abuse his predecessor?

Zhou Fan asked a few questions in a row, but unfortunately there was very little information available. He could only guess that the predecessor died when he was discovered and there were not many signs of moving his body. But he could not be sure that the predecessor was attacked in front of the door.

The murderer may erase the traces of moving. It is not strange whether the front body touches the ground on the back or the front body when the front body falls. The murderer can completely turn the body of the front body.

Zhou Fan looked at Zhou Yimu and said, "Will there be enemies in our family hate me so much that they want to kill me?"

It is not yet confirmed that it was done by Zhang He, so Zhou Fan asked this.

Zhou Yimu was silent for a moment and shook his head and said, "No, your mother and I have no enemies. Most of the time we are in the village, no family in the village will hate us so much that we want to kill you cruelly. In fact, I have been thinking about this question for a long time. Who wants to kill you? But the problem is that our family really has no enemies, and I can't think of who did it."

Guifeng also said, "What Yimu said is true, we have not made great enemies with anyone."

Zhou Fan frowned slightly. He vaguely felt that his parents were hiding something. Of course, this might be an illusion. At this time, they should not hide things from themselves anymore.

Zhou Fan felt that there was nothing to ask about the situation of his predecessor, so he said seriously: "Dad, what you said next is very important. I hope you can try to say it in detail. What is the situation when you go to find Zhang He?"

Zhou Yimu took another sip of cigarette and recalled seriously: "I rushed into his clinic at that time, and he was lowering his head to sort out the herbs."

"Is there anyone else in the room? Do you still remember his expression?" Zhou Fan asked.

"No, he is the only one here. As for his expression, it was almost dark at that time, and I couldn't see clearly." Zhou Yimu replied.

Zhou Fan said sharply: "You said it was almost dark and you couldn't see clearly. Isn't there any lights in the clinic?"

Zhou Yimu was stunned and said, "I can't remember it very clearly, but it shouldn't."

Without lighting the lamp, what herbs should be sorted out in such a dim environment? Oil lamps are not expensive and unaffordable things, and Zhang He would not save to this point.

Zhou Fan's eyes turned slightly cold. Zhang He had indeed had a problem. His injury might be related to him. He was waiting in the clinic for his father Zhou Yimu to come to ask for help!

"I called him, and he raised his head and asked me what happened. I said my son was injured and told him to follow me quickly. Then he hurriedly picked up the medicine box and followed me..."

"You said I was injured. Have you explained clearly what the injury was?" Zhou Fan interrupted Zhou Yimu's explanation and asked.

Zhou Yimu thought about it carefully and said, "I was too anxious at that time. I shouldn't say you were injured, but I just said you were seriously injured."

Zhou Fan said: "Didn't Zhang He ask?"

"No." Zhou Yinmu replied.

Zhou Fan said: "Has his medicine box been ready long ago? Did he look at the things in the medicine box?"

Zhou Yinmu said: "His medicine box is placed on the table. He lifted it and left with me. He didn't look at the things inside the medicine box."

Zhou Fan's face became colder and colder. It was not surprising that ordinary doctors prepared the medicine box to go out of the emergency room. However, a doctor did not even ask any injuries, and did not look at whether the medicine box was complete. The combination of these two points seemed very strange. Zhang He knew that he was injured could basically confirm.

Zhou Fan did not ask again, and Zhou Yimu continued: "On the way to go, I told him that your head was broken. He looked surprised and told me to go faster. We were in a hurry to go, so we didn't say much, and then we got home."

"When you get home, your mother was panickingly using a towel to wipe the blood left from her hair to her face. The hot water in the basin was dyed red. Zhang He quickly walked to the bed. He held the oil lamp and looked at the change of color on his face and shouted, "Why is it so serious?" I said, "Doctor Zhang, save Afan quickly, and we will give it to you whatever you want."
Chapter completed!