The car behind had already started honking impatiently.
The midday sun was lovely.
But it wasn’t cold, yet a surge of wind hit Tang Si, making him feel colder and colder all over.
It seed as if there was a pair of hands dragging him into deep, cold black water, entangling him, unable to break free.
Hearing Song Yi’s gentle reminder, he snapped back to reality, glanced at her, and smiled.
It was a response of sorts.
Then he stepped on the gas and drove away.
Song Yi looked at Tang Si’s profile, he seed to be suppressing an emotion he couldn’t separate from, emanating from within, making the car eerily quiet.
After looking at Tang Si for two or three seconds, Song Yi lifted her eyes and looked at his hand on the steering wheel: "If you’re tired, why don’t I drive?"
Tang Si shook his head slightly while gripping the steering wheel: "I’m not tired, just thinking about sothing."
"Alright." Song Yi didn’t press further, giving Tang Si space and not aggressively giving him a hard ti.
She just held her phone, not knowing what she was doing.
The car finally stopped outside the hospital.
They found the ward of Liu Zhong’s younger daughter, Liu Linyue.
The eight-year-old girl, very pretty, lay quietly on the bed, neither crying nor fussing.
Tang Si and Song Yi walked into the ward.
The little girl’s eyes were covered with gauze, as if she heard a sound, she sat up from the bed.
Song Yi instinctively glanced at Tang Si beside her, his expression hardly changed, just deeply gazing at the girl.
His eyes seed to be tearing with anxious, suppressed emotions, but not showing on his face, Song Yi hooked her hand onto his arm.
She only felt that the man standing beside her, who could do anything, was tense all over, very tight, not relaxed.
She frowned, not knowing why he was reacting this way.
The nurse then walked to the girl: "Yueyue, the police and an uncle are here to see you. They have so questions to ask you."
The girl’s face was expressionless, nodding blankly and lifelessly.
The nurse looked at Tang Si: "Her emotions might not be very stable, be careful and pay attention to the girl’s emotions when asking."
After the nurse left.
Tang Si pulled up a chair to sit closer.
"My na is Tang Si, I’m the team leader of the Criminal Investigation Division. I have a few questions, can I ask you?"
His voice was slow and gentle, purely in a coaxing manner.
The little girl nodded.
Tang Si habitually rolled up his sleeves, exposing his sturdy forearm, tight and smooth lines, muscles strong and well-proportioned.
His hand naturally rested on his leg, starting to ask: "Before your eyes got hurt, did you see anyone?"
He went straight to the point with this question.
Because of this question, the little girl’s expressionless face imdiately turned terrified, shrinking into the quilt shaking with tension.
"I, I don’t know, don’t know..."
This reaction clearly showed she had been threatened.
Before losing her sight, this little girl must have seen sothing she wasn’t supposed to see, causing her accidental blindness.
Tang Si and Song Yi soothed the little girl for quite a while, but couldn’t get anything out of her.
"You go out first, let ask." Song Yi suddenly said, her voice soft and clear, in the quiet ward, sounding extrely distinct.
Tang Si left.
Song Yi sat by her bed.
"Now it’s just the two of us, if there’s anything you’re scared of, you can tell sister. Sister promises she won’t tell anyone, okay?" Song Yi’s tone was very gentle.
The whole ward seed to be enveloped by her softness, layer by layer spreading and reaching the little girl.
Liu Linyue’s emotions gradually stabilized.
Under Song Yi’s coaxing, she haltingly said: "I saw dicine... and water, and darkness..."
"Ah...!" Liu Linyue seed unable to bear the images her mory conjured, breaking down into cries and screams.
Song Yi gripped her small hand: "Don’t be afraid, don’t be afraid, sister is here, sister is here, tell sister where you saw it."
Her voice was gentle and warm, every tone tenderly coaxing and reassuring.
It really worked, Liu Linyue clutched Song Yi’s hand: "In the restaurant garden..."
Tang Si stood outside the ward, watching the slender woman sitting by the bed, patiently and softly coaxing the girl, tender and lovely.
That innate gentleness and charm could switch effortlessly.
Just looking at her seed to have a calming, focusing effect.
When his emotions were unstable, she was by his side, never disturbing, quietly as if no one was there.
When he needed, she was always the first to appear, pulling him out of the darkness.
Tang Si suddenly laughed lightly, looked at the floor, then up at the ceiling, his gaze clear but aloof, the corner of his mouth curling bitterly, muttering to himself: "Is it you protecting her, or her protecting you?"
A numb, repressive feeling coursed through his nerves, a deep sense of powerlessness.
This emotion lasted only a minute in Tang Si.
When Song Yi ca out, he looked no different emotionally.
She said: "Liu Linyue said she saw water and dicine, the place is in the restaurant garden, shall we go have a look?"
"Water and dicine...?" Tang Si’s mind sank for a mont.
The scene surged into his mind.
——"dicine, Tang Si, give the dicine, I’m going to die, I’m really going to die."
——"I can’t give it to you, hang in there a bit longer."
——"You bastard! Give the dicine!"
He lunged at Tang Si to grab the dicine, Tang Si dodged.
Unable to bear the pain, he turned and ran from the garden into the alley, it was also a night, Tang Si chased after him.
By the ti he was in the alley, that person stood in the dark, damp depths, blood-red eyes staring at him, laughing maniacally: "It’s all your fault! You want dead!"
With a piercing scream, that person raised the dagger and viciously stabbed it in his own eye, sothing rolling onto the ground.
Before he could react.
The blade slashed at the major artery again.
Blood spurted out.
Stinging his eyes, he was too quick for him to stop.
That familiar voice, like a curse, still echoed in his ear: "I hate you..."
The damp sll of blood, still freshly rembered, spread from old mories, enveloping him completely.
In the next mont.
In his mind, endlessly echoed the once joyful youthful words of that deceased boy: "Brother Tang, I’ll be your brother for life."
——"Brother Tang, when I quit, let’s go to the city bureau together, eliminate the wicked!"
The mories in his mind were like cold knives skinning him alive, the demon in the darkness drinking his blood, clamoring: "Die, die, you don’t deserve to live, your blood is filthy, die!"
Song Yi looked at him, his expression seed normal, but he said nothing.
Song Yi’s lips moved slightly, wanting to speak, but she didn’t know what to say.
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