Back to the end of the world: I rely on hundreds of millions of materials to lie down and win natura

Chapter 32 Suspected that he died suddenly

At noon the next day, they carried a section of bacon to the Western-style building area and knocked on the door of Building No. 4.

The person who opened the door was Mrs. Su Linhao.

Her eyes were red and swollen, she had obviously just cried, and she was in a depressed state, so she opened the door without asking who it was.

"Who are you looking for?"

"Is Lin Hao here?" Wen Qizhou briefly introduced himself, then slightly raised his hand carrying the bacon: "I'll bring him something."

"Lin Hao, he..."

"What's up with him?"

The sister-in-law was choked up and unable to speak.

Su Linhao's elder brother Su Heng came over at this time and saw Wen Qizhou standing outside the door, so he invited them to come in and sit down.

He was fairly familiar with Wen Qizhou, and he had also heard from Su Linhao about his coming to the city, so it was not surprising to see him.

"Lin Hao had an accident last night." Su Heng probably didn't close his eyes all night, his face was extremely ugly, and there was sadness in his eyes.

When he came home from get off work last night, he suddenly heard the news of Su Linhao's accident, so he rushed to Linshan Lake with the person who reported it.

But when he stepped on the boat, Su Linhao, who was lying on the ground, had lost his vital signs and could never be rescued again.

He wiped the tears from the corners of his eyes: "The doctor suspected that he died suddenly due to excessive drinking."

In the absence of trauma, the deceased needs further dissection to find out the cause of death, so it can only be said to be suspicious.

But since they didn't have any feud with anyone, and they didn't find out about the drinking problem, they decided that Su Linhao's death was an accident.

"Oh." Wen Qizhou sighed heavily.

He put the bacon on the table, patted Su Heng on the shoulder and called him to mourn: "Where is Lin Hao now? I want to see him."

"Backyard." He asked someone to set up a shed in the backyard in the early morning, and hurriedly made a coffin.

Su Linhao was lying in the coffin at the moment.

He was wearing an ironed shirt and trousers, folded his hands neatly on his stomach, and closed his eyes peacefully.

Glancing at his paler face than ordinary people, Wen Qizhou averted his eyes lightly, said a few words of comfort to Su's mother who was sitting next to her weeping silently, and burned a few stacks of yellow and white paper they found.

"Brother Heng, how long will he be buried?"

"Three days later."

"Then I'll come and help when the time comes." As a "good brother", Wen Qizhou naturally couldn't just glance at it.

He made an appointment with Su Heng to take Chi Yue out of the environment full of grief, and the regret in his eyes disappeared instantly.

When gradually pulling away from the mansion, Chi Yue tugged on his sleeves lightly: "How much cephalosporin did you give him?"

"Five."

"Can a blood test find it out?"

"No." He was reading a medical book recently: "Although cephalosporins have an effect on the number of white blood cells, it is impossible to find out that he took cephalosporins before his death through blood tests."

Chi Yue has been taught.

I have to say that his move is really good, even if he is under the nose of the Su family, it will not arouse their suspicion.

If the previous life could be silent...

It doesn't seem to work, she was too poor in her previous life, she had to break a cephalosporin in half to eat, so she was not willing to give five of them.

She pulled back Piaoyuan's thoughts, no longer imagined the established facts, held his hand and walked slowly towards the direction when she came.

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Su Linhao was buried on a certain hillside in Linyun Mountain. Wen Qizhou, who helped dig soil to cover the coffin, looked at the hill where the wooden monument was erected, and the accumulated hatred dissipated with the wind.

He bid farewell to the Su family, returned to the hotel to meet Chi Yue, and dragged the inflated rubber boat down the mountain together.

"Brother Wen!" Coincidentally, I met Xu Gan, a tuberculosis young man who was going down the mountain with his friends: "Are you going down the mountain too?"

"Yeah." He and Chi Yue haven't gone out for a long time, mainly because they want to see what's going on down the mountain.

"Then shall we be together?"

"also."

More people will be safer.

Wen Qizhou put the rubber boat on the water, helped Chi Yue into the boat, and each took an oar to row towards the city.

Xu Gan, who was behind, caught up with them.

"Brother Wen, I know where there are supplies!" He flipped through the road map he had drawn: "Just follow me."

Without them asking, he said that the road map was drawn by his parents who had worked in Lincheng for many years.

It does look detailed.

Wen Qizhou and Chi Yue did not refuse either.

They rowed the rubber boat and followed Xu Qian, their eyes wandering on the buildings passing along the way.

After six consecutive days of hailstorms, the older buildings were battered, and the water around them was covered with shards of glass and damaged tiles on the walls.

The office buildings and LED display screens with glass curtain walls are full of spider webs hit by hailstones at a glance.

Occasionally, broken glass fell down.

Watching the falling glass splashing layers of water, the two boats silently stayed away from the office building to avoid unintended disasters.

After paddling for nearly three kilometers, Xu Gan pointed to a building with strip brick exterior walls and told them to stop by the window.

They stowed their oars, stepped across the bow into the smashed window, and dragged two rubber boats into the house.

"Let's go to the tenth floor first." Xu Qian told them that there are two private kitchen restaurants on the tenth and thirteenth floors: "My dad came here yesterday to look for it, and he said there are still a lot of rice noodles left in the restaurant."

Dad Xu couldn't take all of them away yesterday, so he entrusted this "difficult" task to him.

"No wonder." No wonder he was so sure.

They went up the stairs to the tenth floor, went to the storage room of the first private kitchen, and took a look at the supplies piled inside.

There are not many supplies.

The rice and noodles add up to nearly a hundred catties, and the seasonings and dry goods are also scattered there, and there is nothing else.

The situation on the thirteenth floor is similar, but it is more than enough to meet the short-term needs of a family.

When Xu Gan proposed to divide the supplies equally, Chi Yue and Wen Qizhou didn't agree. The former said: "Since it's something uncle left for you, twenty catties of rice noodles is enough for us."

They didn't want to take advantage of his stupidity, but if they didn't want a catty of rice and noodles, it would be contrary to the current environment.

Only meaning.

"That won't work! Brother Wen also helped me."

"What did he do for you?"

"Give me an umbrella when the hailstorm hits." Xu Qian pointed at his forehead and said seriously, "If Brother Wen hadn't helped me, there must be more than one bag on my head."

Wen Qizhou: "..."

He is not called a gang at all.

If it wasn't for the emergency, arguing with Xu Gan would have delayed their search for a shelter, and he would have pushed them away long ago.

"It's just a small matter." Wen Qizhou insisted not to distribute more supplies, and picked up a bag of rice noodles: "There is enough for the two of us."

Xu Gan had no choice but to give up.

They carried the supplies back to the sixth floor, stacked them on the rubber boats, and pushed them to the surface with light movements.

"Is there anywhere else you want to go?"

"No." Chi Yue explained that he would not continue to search for supplies on the grounds that he had made an appointment to have dinner with others at noon.

They went down the mountain to observe the water level.

I have seen it before, and the eighth floor has signs of being soaked by floods, indicating that the water level has dropped to the height of two floors.

It should subside completely by the end of January.

(End of this chapter)