When I woke up, I found myself in the hospital with many tubes inserted into my body.

There are almost tubes on my mouth and nose, so I have some difficulty breathing.

The air inhaled was very dry, which made my nose, mouth and even my throat seem to be cracked.

The sound of the ventilator operating was coming and going in my ears, and I opened my eyes slightly and there was no one around me.

What I inhaled from my nose was pure oxygen, which made me feel dry and dry.

I wanted to try to move, but found that I couldn't move at all.

I have no strength at all, and I have no way of knowing what happened.

A little further away there is an old TV hanging in the air, and the TV is hanging in the glass room. I can see the picture through the glass, but the distance is indeed too far.

The TV picture is very blurry, I don’t know if it is because my eyes cannot be focused or if there is something wrong with the TV picture.

At this time, the news was played on the TV: Ms. Lai from Hangzhou disappeared for sixteen days.

The date is July 21st, and I know that the day I went to climb the mountain was around July 6th.

This means that I have been lying here for fourteen days, and this place should be the guardianship room of the important town, that is, the ICU.

I don’t know how long it took, but the footsteps sounded and the nurse came over and seemed to change the dressings for me.

At this time, the nurse looked at me and quickly spoke excitedly: "Sir, are you awake?"

I wanted to nod and make a sound. But I couldn't do anything, so I tried to open my mouth for a long time to squeeze out a word: "Water."

The nurse immediately reacted and took a visa-free dip to me and slid it on my lips twice.

I spoke again, which moistened my lips slightly, “Drink water.”

"Sorry, sir, you can't drink water." The nurse said helplessly.

"Why?" I said weakly.

"It's very complicated. Simply put, because of not eating, the low blood sugar content leads to a decrease in plasma osmotic pressure. If you rehydrate quickly at this time, the plasma osmotic pressure will drop and cause the cell to rupture. The consequences are very serious. Sir, please bear it. I'll call the doctor, don't be anxious." The nurse explained.

It was uncomfortable, and the salt water made me feel even more thirsty. I wanted to drink water, but the other party obviously wouldn't give me water.

The nurse ran out, and a moment later the doctor came and looked at the case where I was hanging on the head of the bed.

And I found a problem, there were two men under the TV set before.

They were all wearing casual clothes, but their eyes kept looking at me.

They were watching whispering outside the glass room, and they could feel that they were coming for me.

We didn't know who they were through the glass, and then the conversation between the nurse and the doctor made me alert.

"Is he conscious?"

"Sure, there should be?"

"This person is very special. Since he is out of danger, he will take him to the ordinary ward."

"I'll call a nurse."

"No, don't call the nurse. Go and ask the two comrades at the door to come and tell them how to do it, and move the bed out to the general ward. I said before, let the patient contact less people. Anyway, it's right to listen to them, go."

Comrade? My first reaction was that the doctor called for someone who could be gay. Then I realized that it was probably the policeman.

...

After hearing this, I realized that I was being targeted.

The two men who came in came in and operated at the request of the nurse, then released the bedside latch and took me to the general ward.

Two men put me on the hospital bed one after another, and there was almost no communication during this period. One of them took out a silver bracelet and fixed my hand that had not had any drip to the head of the bed. Then they started a conversation with the nurse.

“How long will it take to be discharged from the hospital?”

"If you wake up, you will be discharged from the hospital soon, and the patient is out of danger."

"Can we transfer him to the hospital today? If we issue a certificate here, we want to transfer him to the prison hospital for our follow-up."

"Then I'll ask my leader, will the patient tell his family about the matter after he was idiot?"

"No, this person can't meet anyone."

"Is he a criminal?"

"You don't need to know this either."

"Understood."

One of the two men followed the nurse, and the other sat down a little far away from me and hugged her and began to close her eyes and rest.

And I could only pretend to be dizzy, and I could see that there was a device on the man’s chest that seemed to be a camera.

I dare not act rashly, I am thinking about what the situation is now.

Xiaomei is dead, and the police investigated herself? So the insurance company thinks there is something wrong and called the police?

Or is Xiaomei not dead, so she called the police to investigate herself? So there is still a way, as long as she doesn’t admit it, it will be done?

Both possibilities exist, at least I can know very little information now.

While the other party asked to transfer the hospital, he seemed not to want to see anyone.

Then there is only one problem. What the other party is afraid of is what useful words my parents or Xiaomei’s parents reveal to me.

At this moment, I understand one thing, I am now the suspect.

But the other party seemed to treat me directly as a prisoner. Could it be that he discovered the secret in my phone?

I began to say nothing, and I understood that the more I said before the other party said, the more wrong I was wrong.

It’s better to pretend to be unconscious directly, as long as you can.

That night, I was taken away.

It's still a hospital, no difference.

It’s just that there are tables and chairs in front of each room.

And I could find that from the first day I came, a thin bamboo pole always came to see me.

He would stare at me in front of my bed for a few minutes and then leave, and I didn't say anything, he didn't talk to me.

This person is obviously not a doctor, but it is obviously related to me.

The doctor said three days later that I could be discharged from the hospital, and I was taken away by the police that day.

The car seemed to drive to the suburbs not far away. The wall here reads: You can win battles and have a good style.

And I was taken to a small room, which was particularly dim.

There was only a yellow ceiling light shining behind me and it said: Resist strictness and be honest and lenient.

I could see a glass wall in the distance. If it was correct, it was one-way glass, and there should be other people and equipment behind it.

The two people who came here were fat and thin. The fat man opened the recorder in his hand with paper and pen. I knew him so thin that he came to see me every day.

They recorded and interrogated each other, and then I understood what was going on.

"Please, name and age." Shou Zhugan interrogated and spoke.

"Lixia, twenty-five. That, I don't know why I came here. Did you catch the wrong person? I'm a good person." I replied.

The fat man smiled, and the thin man laughed too.

The fat man said, "There are eleven out of ten people who were caught in. But think about it, can you come in if you are really a good person?"

I was silent, and when I reached this point, it was obvious that the visitors were not kind.

"No hurry, you have just recovered from a serious illness. Let's take your time, no hurry at all. I'll tell you a funny story first, right? We just learned about it. There is a rich man named Wang Meng in our city who is engaged in a water business. He went back to his hometown last year to develop a villa he bought with two million yuan five years ago. The property management told him that there were about a hundred express delivery waiting for him to collect. At first, he didn't think so much and opened it and saw that it was not something he bought. He thought it was on Taobao's orders and brushed it on his head. Because he was doing water.

Recently, he has also been working on Taobao online and is also aware that there will be a way to brush orders to increase the store's data. If the data is good, it will naturally be able to sell better sales. At first, he didn't care, but almost every month later, a few to dozen express delivery was sent to him. He couldn't help but want to see who the sender was. See if there was any contact information left so that he could call them and scold them. He told them not to send things, but he was frightened." The interrogator said, and was silent for a moment.

"Why?" I naturally spoke, I didn't know why the two people in front of me wanted to tell me such a story.

"He saw that the sender was himself, and the phone number left on it was indeed empty. What's even more strange is that the recipient came from all over the country. He understood that these things did not seem to have been sent to her by someone else. Instead, someone sent the express delivery outside with his identity and was returned. Do you think this story is fun? By the way, I forgot to say that the things in the express delivery are called dominoes, and you are familiar with this thing." The interrogator looked at me with a smile.
Chapter completed!