The suitability of the fishing system and the uncle attack

Shen Qingchi finished the lunch crying.

He was almost in a state of embarrassment, and he didn't know whether he was crying or choking, but he kept hiccupping and drank a few sips of water before he recovered.

At this moment, he heard his cell phone rang, and hurriedly wiped away his tears to pick up the phone. It was the police who asked him if he was free in the afternoon, so it was not convenient for him to go to the police station to make a statement.

"Convenience." Shen Qingchi said.

He just finished crying, and he was still twitching when he spoke. The policeman on the other side of the phone couldn't help but ask, "Are you okay?"

Shen Qingchi tried his best to restrain himself, but his nasal voice was still very heavy: "I'm fine."

After hanging up the phone, he hurried to wash his face, because the skin on his face hurt a little again because he cried so hard.

In the mirror, his eyes were red, and he looked overly sad. He couldn't help sniffing, thinking what's the matter.

When did he care so much about Shen Fang?

The police asked him to take notes at two o'clock in the afternoon, and it was just after twelve o'clock. After thinking about it, he decided to wash the blood-stained sweater.

After one night, the blood stains on the clothes had turned dark brown. He soaked the clothes in water, and the blood stains tended to gradually melt away.

Perhaps because of the special material of the clothes, they are easier to clean than ordinary clothes. He found a bag of washing powder, rubbed it carefully, and it was really clean.

The smell of blood dissolved in the water was not pleasant. He cleaned the pool carefully, hoping that there would be no traces left, which would make the hotel staff mistakenly think that this was a murder scene.

He hung the washed sweater on the balcony to dry, sent a message to Boss Su, and then took a taxi to the police station alone.

This is not Qingzhou City, he was not familiar with the place, so he chose to leave early, and when he arrived at the police station, he finished the record smoothly. Perhaps the police saw his red eyes and pale face, and their attitude towards him was surprisingly gentle.

When he came out of the police station, he found Su Ting's car parked at the door.

"Get in the car," Su Ting lowered the window, "I'll take you home."

Shen Qingchi got into the car, and sat in the back seat a little tiredly. As expected, blood donation still had an impact. Now he felt sore all over, couldn't lift up his energy, and his head was also groggy, as if he couldn't wake up.

Su Ting looked at him from the rearview mirror, saw that his complexion was not as bad as last night, but it was not much better, so he couldn't help sighing in his heart, and said to him, "I've bought medicine for you."

Shen Qingchi looked down, and there was a plastic bag in hand, which contained Yunnan Baiyao, safflower oil, povidone iodine, cotton swabs and other things.

The bruises on his wrists had lasted overnight, and they were even more terrifying than yesterday. They were a large bluish-purple patch, and there were many dark red blood spots, and the five finger prints became clearer.

He took the medicine and said to Su Ting, "Thank you."

Su Ting sent him back to the hotel, Shen Qingchi thought for a while and said, "Boss Su, can I trouble you to come up with me?"

"how?"

"There's something I want to tell you."

The two came to the hotel room and closed the door. Shen Qingchi moved the laptop to him, turned it on, unlocked it, and opened the folder on the desktop.

He showed Su Ting the contents one by one - except for the txt file.

The txt with only two sentences has already been "burned after reading" by him, thrown into the recycle bin and deleted.

After displaying the contents of the folder, he took out a bank card and pushed it in front of Su Ting: "Boss Su, I would like to ask you to help me. There are 300 million in this card, which should be enough."

He didn't spend any of the money Shen Fang gave him.

After reading the contents of the folder, Su Ting was shocked at first, and then saw the bank card pushed by Shen Qingchi, his expression turned complicated.

She began to fail to understand the relationship between the two of them.

Shen Fang was able to do this for Shen Qingchi?

In her impression, Shen Fang seemed like a playboy, and his bed partner changed every day, but he never had the slightest affection for anyone. She didn't expect that once he had true affection, he would be like this.

She liked it so much that she was willing to dedicate herself, knowing that he was a little liar, she was willing to continue to be deceived, and even paved the way for him early on. All the efforts she had made in these years seemed to be making a wedding dress for Shen Qingchi.

What kind of... view of love is this?

Su Ting didn't quite understand, but she showed respect, looked at the bank card, and sighed, "You don't need to give me money, let alone the living expenses Shen Fang gave you, keep it for yourself."

"I can't make Shen Jing feel better." Shen Qingchi's eyes were red again, his eyes were moist, and he lowered his head, "I know that I am not capable enough, so I can only rely on external forces, but Boss Su has no obligation to help me, so I would like to ask Boss Su helped me match up and gave me a way to expose these things."

Su Ting: "I can help you, not because I pity you, nor will I take your money. I just, as Shen Fang's friend, feel that I should help him fulfill his 'last wish', that's all."

last wish...

Shen Qingchi seemed to disagree with this word, and whispered: "Uncle, he will be fine."

Su Ting raised his eyebrows.

She laughed inexplicably: "I didn't expect you to care about him. I thought you would inherit his 'inheritance' as a matter of course, and then walk away, carefree."

Shen Qingchi began to curl his lips.

He raised his head and looked at the other party: "In Boss Su's eyes, am I this kind of person?"

Su Ting's tone was full of laughter: "Okay, I won't tease you anymore, let's just do it like this, you always call me Boss Su, Boss Su, it's weird, just call me Sister Su, and I'll help you with this ,How about it?"

Shen Qingchi was startled.

He didn't seem to expect Su Ting's condition to be this, he hesitated for a moment, and said, "Sister Su."

"Hey, what a good boy." Su Ting seemed to enjoy the title very much, his eyes curled up in laughter, "Okay, you can make a copy of these things for me, and you don't have to worry about the rest."

"Will it be too much trouble for you?"

"It doesn't matter, anyway, in the circle of wealthy families, Shen Jing has never been very popular. It is natural for everyone to push the wall down. Why not do it if you can see the fun in the world?"

Shen Qingchi gave Su Ting a copy of the entire folder, and Su Ting looked at him with interest: "But I have to remind you in advance, if you do this, if Shen Fang wakes up, he will know this You spread the news, so all your pretense for so long will be in vain."

"It's useless already." Shen Qingchi lowered his eyes, "He's willing to leave these for me, which proves that he's already seen through my disguise, and there's no point in continuing."

He paused, then added: "It's not 'in case', uncle will definitely wake up."

"Okay." After Su Ting's testing of him, he made sure that the kitten had a conscience, and said before leaving, "If there are no accidents, I will have to go back to Qingzhou City tomorrow and the day after tomorrow. It will spread completely within two or three days, and then is the best opportunity to spread the news, I have to go back early to prepare."

Shen Qingchi nodded.

He thought for a while and asked, "Boss Su... Sister Su went to the hospital just now, did the doctor say anything?"

"Ask yourself and it's over?"

Shen Qingchi pursed his lips slightly: "Yes."

For some reason, he was a little scared.

I was afraid of hearing any news from the doctor that Shen Fang's condition was not good.

After sending Su Ting away, he replied to Chen Qiyu's message—Chen Qiyu already knew that something happened on the cruise ship. From this morning to now, he sent him many messages, but he still hasn't had time to reply.

After telling him that he was fine and asking him to ask the counselor for leave, Shen Qingchi gave himself some medicine, not only the bruises on his wrists, but also the bruises on his knees when he tried to climb back to the cruise ship, and fell on the deck It is not an exaggeration to say that Shen Jing was bruised and bruised when he knocked down Shen Jing.

The wound hurt as soon as he touched it, he rubbed the medicine, feeling inexplicably wanting to cry, recalling that when Shen Fang applied the medicine to him before, his movements were gentle and hardly hurt him.

Just the bumps and scratches already hurt so much, so how much pain did the uncle get stabbed twice?

In that case, he could still be pulled up.

Shen Qingchi sniffled, resisting the tears rolling down his eyes, and went out to the hospital.

Last night he was in a daze, his mind was muddled, he could hardly remember how he got to the hospital and the hotel, he couldn't even remember which floor the ICU was on, and who Shen Fang's attending physician was, so he had to go and ask.

Speaking of it, it seemed that Su Ting had paid for the operation and treatment expenses. At that time, his mind went blank, and he forgot to hand in the money, and the hospital didn't even rush him.

He checked Shen Fang's account, and found that Su Ting not only paid the money, but also advanced tens of thousands, which was enough for him to stay in the ICU for a few days.

But the money is clearly not enough.

Shen Qingchi thought that Shen Fang would be seriously injured this time, and he was mentally prepared, but he didn't expect him to be so seriously injured. It took half a month before he was finally transferred from the ICU to the general ward.

He couldn't go in to see him for half a month, and felt that this person looked a little strange. According to the nurse, Shen Fang hadn't been able to wake up even once in the past half month, although his vital signs had stabilized.

At this moment, Shen Qingchi was sitting beside the hospital bed, looking at the steady ups and downs on the ECG monitor, feeling a little lost in thought for a moment.

In the past half month, the content he handed over to Su Ting has been exposed in batches. Not only the "cruise murder case" has attracted widespread attention from all walks of life, but the previous "Qingzhou University impostor case" has also been brought up again. There was a lot of trouble, and the city was full of wind and rain.

Affected by this, the Shen family's major industries were also affected by Chiyu, the chairman was arrested, and he was deeply involved in the murder case, causing these companies to be gloomy.

However, what happened, what Shen Fang should have witnessed, Shen Fang himself failed to see.

Shen Qingchi sat on the edge of the hospital bed and lost his mind for a while, and couldn't help but read these to Shen Fang, although he knew that he was unconscious and couldn't hear it.

"Uncle, if you don't wake up, the turmoil of this matter will be over," Shen Qingchi began to threaten him, "You have planned for so many years, and when it is the critical time to witness the results, don't you plan to see it for yourself?"

Shen Fang didn't respond.

Of course Shen Qingchi didn't expect him to respond, he thought for a while and said: "Uncle, if you don't wake up again, I won't be with you anymore, I have to go back to school."

Feeling that this is not enough, he added more: "I want to take your inheritance... your family property and run away, and then find an uncle——I call others uncles, aren't you angry?"

As he said, he felt that it was too much. If he was Shen Fang, he would definitely wake up with anger.

But Shen Fang still didn't respond.

Shen Qingchi felt a little lost, stayed for a while, got up and left the ward.

So I didn't notice that shortly after he left, the heart rate displayed on the ECG monitor suddenly increased, and the eyelids of the people on the hospital bed trembled slightly, as if they were undergoing some kind of fierce struggle.