Paper Plane

At three o'clock in the morning, Tang Junhe opened his eyes in the dark night, staring straight at the darkness in front of him for a while.

It was as if there was a taut string inside his body, being pulled by the forces at both ends, it seemed that if it was stretched any tighter, the string would break completely, but he didn't know how to relax himself.

Maybe the smoke would do something? After all, the last time he was in the car, he fell asleep before finishing a cigarette. He got out of bed, took out half a pack of cigarettes from the locker, lit it, and sat by the window sill to smoke.

The road outside the window was quiet, with one or two cars speeding past occasionally. He finished smoking a cigarette, but he still didn't feel sleepy.

Tang Junhe stubbed out the cigarette, and threw the half pack of cigarettes back on the coffee table. How could he not know that falling asleep in Yang Xuan's car that night had nothing to do with nicotine?

Maybe we should change the environment, Tang Junhe looked out the window and thought, but Tang Xiaonian is so seriously ill, where can he escape?

There is no way to retreat, there is no solution at all.

The next day, Tang Junhe was on duty at night. In the evening, a patient was sent to the emergency department. Due to a car accident, an iron rod from the roadside construction penetrated his right chest. Immediately, all departments cooperated urgently. After a three-hour operation, he was finally rescued without any danger. The patient was rescued.

It was nearly nine o'clock in the evening when he got off the operating table. He went to the lounge next to him to get a glass of water. After taking a few sips, he held the handle of the cup and walked to the window. His eyes unconsciously looked towards the hospital gate.

In the past, Yang Xuan would temporarily park his car next to the gate, but tonight there was no car parked there.

Maybe Yang Xuan knew that he was on duty tonight, Tang Junhe thought, after all, when he went to the hospital to remove the stitches a few days ago, he had told him that he would be on duty at night.

On the second night, Tang Junhe finished his work in the hospital and got off work according to the usual time. When he was about to walk to the gate, he saw a car parked in the usual position, not the SUV that Yang Xuan usually drove. .

When passing by that car, he couldn't help but glanced at the open window, there was a middle-aged man sitting there, not Yang Xuan.

The sense of loss that welled up in his heart at that moment made Tang Junhe feel a little ridiculous. He uttered those words word by word, and the purpose of the words was very clear. Now that the purpose has been achieved, why do he still hold vague expectations?

Maybe that's it. Yancheng is so big, with a population of tens of millions, and the hospital and the police station are so far apart. If you don't deliberately want to meet each other, you can't meet anyone by chance.

People come and go, tides come and go, and the next ten years will pass quickly. The worst ten years have passed, hasn't it?

People from the police station called and told him to be careful these few nights. "If you encounter suspicious situations when you leave the hospital, you must contact us in time."

"Is the arrest operation about to start?" Tang Junhe asked.

"It has already started. We have deployed police forces in the hospital and in the community where you live. The next time he shows up, he will be arrested and brought to justice if nothing happens."

"Does that require me to do anything?"

"You just need to be more vigilant and careful, especially in hospitals and communities. The arrest process is likely to be carried out in these two places. The more closed the environment, the higher the success rate."

"I see." Tang Junhe said. After hanging up the phone, he set a shortcut button for the phone number, set the phone to silent mode, put away the phone, and took two interns to the ward area for rounds.

***

Because Yang Xuan's file has not been officially transferred to the Yancheng Police Station, Group C can only apply for a consultant position to let Yang Xuan participate in the arrest plan.

"Zhang Kai entered the hospital that day most likely because he wanted to commit a crime. It was an accident to meet Dr. Tang when he came out. In desperation, he took out the knife he carried with him, but because there was a security guard standing next to him, he had to change his mind temporarily." You Xin, who analyzed the case, said, "The criminal lost patience before and planned to enter the hospital to commit crimes, but in the past two days, the plan seems to have changed back. After all, there are too many people in the hospital, and he chose such an environment to commit crimes. The odds of failure are too great."

"So, it's right for us to hide in the dark now. Once Zhang Kai becomes vigilant and changes his mind, just like that afternoon, if Doctor Tang was not there, no one can guarantee what will happen." You Xin finished speaking and turned to Looking at Yang Xuan, "This will not protect him, but will put him in a more dangerous situation."

Yang Xuan didn't look at her, his eyes fell on the data map on the screen: "Look at what I am doing, I have already promised not to pick him up before the implementation of the plan, do you think I will do this kind of thing that disrupts the implementation of the plan?"

You Xin shrugged: "After all, he is your own brother, so if you care about it, it will be messy."

"Didn't you remind him to be careful?"

"Yeah," Qian Lei next to him said, "But Dr. Tang is worthy of being a doctor, and he has a good mental quality. He doesn't look surprised when I tell him anything. Brother Xuan, is your family right?" Ancestral gene for boldness?"

"If it's hereditary, I wouldn't be afraid of the dark when I was a child." Yang Xuan said lightly.

"Hey, I was afraid of the dark when I was a child, so how did you develop your courage?"

Yang Xuan looked at the environment map of the community displayed on another screen: "I was forced out, and I was followed by a **** for six years."

"Six years? Following a child?" You Xin asked in surprise, "Didn't you go to and from school together?"

"Not at that time. Let's discuss the case first. This place is a blind spot for the entrance of the corridor. Then we can arrange a person." Yang Xuan held the wireless mouse in the middle of the table and drew a cross at a certain corner of the community.

"Yes, the current situation is that the hospital has arranged eight people, the community has arranged five, and there are three mobile personnel just in case. If the criminal appears midway, unless it is a last resort, we will not act for the time being. After all, on the road If arrests are made online, not only will it cause panic, it will easily lead to traffic accidents, and the chances of criminals escaping will be relatively high.”

"There are fewer people in the community, mainly because the environment is relatively airtight, and we have already communicated with the security personnel. Brother Xuan, how is your injury? We plan to let you guard the community."

"Okay," Yang Xuan nodded and said, "It's nothing serious."

During the few nights when Yang Xuan came to the hospital, the person who had been following him in the dark seemed to have disappeared, except for the afternoon when Tang Junhe went to see a psychiatrist. A few days after Yang Xuan disappeared, that person reappeared.

That night, Tang Junhe walked home and needed to swipe his access control card when entering the community. When he walked to the door, someone happened to swipe his card in front of him, and he followed behind to enter. The security of the community is mostly useless, and the situation of tailgates abounds.

He was walking along the side of the road, and there was a low-pitched conversation behind him, a man and a woman, from the intimate tone, it was probably a couple relationship. After more than ten meters, the young couple turned to another small road, and the conversation faded away. At the same time, Tang Junhe suddenly realized that someone was following him.

Obviously not just now. On the three-kilometer road, if someone is following him, he can't fail to notice it. Tang Junhe held the phone with his hand in his pocket, and pressed one of the buttons three times with his thumb, setting it as a speed dial for that day. The number was dialed, and a few seconds later, the bell rang over there, and he fumbled for the end button again.

The light at the corner near the entrance of the corridor was dim, and when there were still a few meters away, he quickened his pace, but when he passed the corner, his shoulder was suddenly pinched by a hand behind him, and he followed closely A man, who put his hand over his mouth, pushed him into the darkness where the streetlights couldn't reach.

Tang Junhe saw that the man was holding a knife in his hand, the blade glowed with a sharp white light, and it was pressed against his waist through a thin layer of fabric. If there is no accident, as long as he resists a little, the knife will stab it mercilessly.

It's not a fatal position. This idea appeared in Tang Junhe's mind. He is familiar with the structure of the human body, and he is sure that while resisting, let the knife in this person's hand stab him in a non-fatal position, but flashed in his mind. A moment of hesitation—if he died like this, would he still be able to see Yang Xuan before he died? If possible, would Yang Xuan be willing to lie to himself?

As soon as this idea emerged, he quickly stretched out a hand from his side, and decisively grabbed the man's wrist holding the knife. At the same time, Tang Junhe's other shoulder was grabbed, pulling him back for a moment. In the next second, Yang Xuan, who was hiding in the dark, took a step forward, grabbed the man's shoulder, and slammed his knee towards his spleen, ruthlessly and accurately.

The knife then fell to the ground with a sharp crashing sound. The man's first reaction was to run away, but his wrists were firmly clamped. In desperation, he slammed into the heavy locomotive parked beside him. Under the impact of this force, the heavy locomotive immediately rushed towards Tang Jun He fell over, Yang Xuan raised his legs to resist the weight of the motorcycle, concentrated his strength on his legs, and his hands lost some strength, the man immediately shook off the restraint of his wrists and quickly escaped.

Yang Xuan stretched out his hand to pull Tang Junhe away from where the locomotive fell, raised his leg and kicked the heavy locomotive forcefully, and followed him out.

The locomotive fell heavily on the wall and made a heavy sound. It took only ten seconds from the time the man appeared to fleeing. Tang Junhe was pulled back by Yang Xuan and staggered a step. After standing still, he went around the locomotive and followed. The direction of the north gate was already brightly lit, and several people in casual clothes were outflanking from other directions.

The man had no choice but to run into a residential building when he had nowhere to go. Within a few minutes, he was hunched over and escorted out of the corridor by two policemen. Yang Xuan followed behind and came out a few steps behind. It seems that he is holding a walkie-talkie and bowing his head to say something.

Tang Junhe stood where he was and looked in his direction.

Is that the end? He was a little distracted thinking that after tonight, Yang Xuan's work would also be over.

He took a few steps back, leaning his back against the wall of the building, staring in the direction of the north gate for a while, then exhaled, straightened up, turned around and walked towards the building where his rented place was. When he passed the corner just now, he saw the knife that fell on the ground was shining slightly, and suddenly remembered that he had picked up a knife when he was sixteen years old, and that knife changed the relationship between him and Yang. Xuan's fate, what would he and Yang Xuan be like now without that dusk?

Tang Junhe went upstairs absent-mindedly, and sat on the sofa for a while before remembering to feed the cat. He walked to the corner and squatted down to open a box of canned cat food. In the past, Shisan would rush over eagerly and occasionally knock over the furnishings in the house, but today the house was abnormally quiet.

He stood up holding the canned cat food, and looked around the room, but there was no sign of Thirteen as far as he could see.

"Thirteen." He called out its name, walked around the house, searched under the bed and in the closet, but couldn't find Thirteen.

He began to panic. The loss of a cat that had been with him for several months was not a big deal, but maybe because too many things had happened recently, he suddenly felt palpitations again.

It is always different to have a living creature in the house. Since he picked up Thirteen, he would occasionally talk to it. It might seem silly to talk to a cat, but there are certain things he can only say to cats.

Yang Xuan doesn't come here anymore, Tang Xiaonian is leaving too, won't even Shisan be with him? He tried his best to calm himself down, calm down and analyze when Shisan walked out—probably not in the morning, he left very early, and Shisan was still sleeping on the bed at that time.

Then it could only be just now, he was thinking about something when he opened the door, and didn't notice whether Thirteen ran out. Thinking of this, he hurried to the door, opened it and walked out.

The sensor lights in the stairwell lit up with the sound of his footsteps. He walked all the way down from the fourteenth floor, looking around every corner of the stairs. Every time he went down, his anxiety increased.

Where are you going? He walked to the first floor, opened the door at the entrance of the corridor, and ran all the way anxiously looking for it. He found Thirteen in a disused air vent downstairs. Its legs were stuck and it couldn't get out. Tang Junhe was on duty at the second line that night. Passing there, he heard a very faint meowing, and then he stopped, leaned over and took a look inside, and then saw poor Thirteen.

He struggled to free the kitten, only to find that one of its hind legs had been pinched off, and the hair at the joint was soaked in blood and stuck together.

He gave it a simple treatment that night, and after dawn he took it to the pet hospital, underwent surgery, and fed it carefully for several months before he had to heal the broken hind leg. Going up is a little lame.

The arrest operation just now seemed to be over. At the north gate, several police officers were pushing the criminal into the police car.

Tang Junhe glanced in that direction, Yang Xuan didn't seem to be among those people, maybe he had already gone back. He withdrew his gaze, walked quickly to the abandoned air vent, squatted down and took a look inside, and was immediately relieved.

Maybe it's because he lived here since he was a child, but now Shisan ran into this dirty cave again.

"Thirteen, come out." Tang Junhe yelled into the exhaust vent.

Perhaps because of the shock just now, Shisan drilled deeply, looking out with a pair of round eyes, but refused to move. Tang Junhe stretched his hand into the air vent, trying to hug it out, but Shisan then shrank inward, no matter how Tang Junhe pulled it out, it refused to come out, only occasionally making a very soft cry .

Tang Junhe had no choice but to withdraw his hand and think for a while, planning to go upstairs to get the cat food and lead Shisan out. In order to prevent it from going to other places, he moved a stone from the side to block the hole, then got up and walked back.

As soon as he got up, he saw Yang Xuan standing a few steps away from him, looking down at him.

He froze for a moment, forgetting to take a step.

"The cat is lost?" Yang Xuan stood in the dark corner with his back to the light, looking at him and asked.

Tang Junhe came back to his senses and said: "Thirteen ran inside, I'll go up and fetch cat food." After speaking, he stopped looking at Yang Xuan, turned and walked back.

How could Yang Xuan stand behind him? How long has he been standing there? Did he come to find him? Tang Junhe couldn't help thinking about these questions.

He found that what the psychiatrist said might not apply to him. As far as he is concerned, the only antidote is Yang Xuan, and the remaining two methods are just different routes leading to the same goal.

His fingers were trembling, and he pressed the wrong password three times before he could enter the door. He hurriedly took the unpacked canned cat food and went downstairs.

When I go downstairs again, will Yang Xuan still be there? The elevator was too slow, and he stared at the jumping numbers on the small screen.

He stepped out of the elevator, opened the door at the entrance of the corridor, and hurriedly walked towards the abandoned air vent. When he was a few steps away from there, his footsteps slowed down until he stopped—Yang Xuan was still there.

Yang Xuan was standing at the corner of the building, holding his cat in his arms, and seeing him coming, he raised his eyes to look at him.

The kitten shrank in his arms, and "meowed" at Tang Junhe, as if a little scared.

Under the warm yellow street lamp, those slightly sunken eyes looked dark, and there seemed to be an imperceptible emotion hidden in the depths of the eyes.

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Changed the name of the cat, the last one seems to have collided with other cats