Chapter 808 The Night Is Dark

Life is a test, forever.

The present era may not be better than the past, nor may it be much worse than the past. Living saints also have to go through the test, no one can be an exception.

Only the dead can lie there calmly. The world's complexity has become someone else's, and the pain and depression are other people's emotions. The dead lie on the hospital bed, on the bathroom floor, or hanging on a rope. All disorder has become order. The world no longer has any problems, or the problems still exist but are no longer related to him.

They are all others, the living.

The boundary between life and death is like a road surface after rain. The black and white sidewalks are deliberately clear, leaving no room for confusion.

At ten o'clock in the evening, the evening wind is silent, the shadows of the trees are submerged in the confusing street lights, and the flickering caused by unstable voltage is like a struggle before death, climbing the invisible last straw, and finally after a brief brightness, it sinks without hesitation and becomes part of the night, letting the darkness spread around without doing anything.

The honeysuckle on the roadside was green in patches, and the tireless photosynthesis during the day was just to express dissatisfaction with the suffocation of the night.

In contrast, people's footsteps also had colors, black, heavy, gray, and light.

Five minutes after Fang Ming's call, Mu Chun put down the book in his hand, reluctant to leave. He had just read half of the book he had finally found in the second-hand book market and was disturbed again. Between emotional reluctance and rational letting go, the latter won.

He had to pay a little attention to the call at 10 o'clock in the evening.

He called back, and the bell rang only once. Fang Ming was waiting.

"I know you will call back." Fang Ming was a little proud when he said this. It was not easy to guess Mu Chun's thoughts, but it was not difficult to guess that he would call back. Putting himself in his shoes, both of them could sense that something unusual was happening on this ordinary night.

On the one hand, it was the doctor's intuition, and on the other hand, it was the bad impression of the night by the doctor on duty at night. Once you have a bad impression of a particular period, when some small things happen, it is easy to associate those bad things with it. This is emotional memory.

It is unreasonable, but it has its own scientific logic.

"I didn't see the message you said. I didn't even look at my phone."

"You called me back without looking at your phone? Then take a look now to see if the message in the circle of friends is still there?"

Mu Chun was a little helpless. He switched to WeChat and took a look. The sharing that Fang Ming mentioned did not appear in the circle of friends.

"Forget it, I'll send it to you directly. It's this picture, with the text - there is only one way to end the loneliness of a person."

Fang Ming took a screenshot and sent it to Mu Chun. Mu Chun immediately understood why Fang Ming, who was usually indifferent, would be nervous and even a little overly nervous.

"Have you seen too much?" Fang Ming asked on the other end of the phone.

"That's not the case. It just reminds me of some things in the past. These are not important. Didn't you ask me to accompany you to rescue him? Do you have an address?"

"I asked the HR to help find the address, and I sent it to you. Shen Zifeng's phone call is still not connected."

"Then why do you think he must have gone there?" Mu Chun asked while putting on his coat.

"Don't think this guy is usually calm and steady, but he has caused a lot of trouble. He has no idea what to do when it comes to women."

"This..."

"Don't worry about this. What if the nurse set a trap for Zifeng? He is a married man. Besides, why should he be used like this?"

"Director Fang has said so much, let's go for a walk. I'm leaving now, but..."

"It is indeed possible that I am overthinking, but you don't say it. I think it's not peaceful tonight, and this woman has been in trouble for a long time. When Shen Zifeng told me about it before, we talked about it as a joke, but now thinking about it, this is probably not just a joke. Shen Zifeng took it seriously. I'm afraid he is trapped in the fairy tale of a hero saving a beauty."

Helping others, being deeply trapped in helping others?

Mu Chun naturally understood Fang Ming's concerns. He was worried that Shen Zifeng would be used by the nurse, worried that he would destroy his family, and worried that his cowardly nature would be used as a tool for others.

Part of human social interaction is to use... Seeking benefits in this way will inevitably hurt others.

It's like the wind blowing the tree, is the tree willing? In the end, he became the victim in the relationship and was not treated with sympathy or rationality... Fang Ming's worries were indeed far-reaching.

"Since you have considered it, I won't say much. It is expected to arrive in fifteen minutes. I hope it will be in time."

"I won't drive to pick you up, hurry up."

"It's useless to urge him. It's better to call Dr. Shen more. If you are still worried, you might as well call the police."

"Call the police! Dr. Mu's words are really cold. What if nothing happens?"

"If something happens, it may be a matter of life and death."

After being said by Mu Chun, Fang Ming's shoulders trembled and he hesitated in his heart. Soon, his mind could not hold anything else. The only thing left was "call the police" or "not call the police". This question made him uneasy. He simply didn't think about it. He just wanted to get to a community near the gymnasium in Raohai East District as soon as possible.

The night was filled with darkness. Two cars stopped at the gate of Jinxiuyuan at the same time. The guard greeted, "Which house are you looking for?"

"No. 18, 701." Fang Ming, who was familiar with the address, seemed to be talking about his own residence.

The seventh floor... this floor is enough. Mu Chun's heart was also hanging, and the emotional tension was driven by Fang Ming, and the two people's pace became faster and faster.

Shen Zifeng's phone call never got through. The environment of the community was no different from other places. The street lights were dim. The wild cats in the garden had not yet reached their time to make trouble. They squatted quietly on the stone table and looked at the pedestrians passing by in a hurry.

A young couple walked their dogs along the artificial lake. It was difficult for dog owners to go home and take their dogs out for a walk no matter how late they worked. They yawned and swiped their phones. They couldn't complain about the dog's living habits, but they could complain about each other, "I came back late from overtime, couldn't you bring it down first?"

Having a partner is not necessarily better than being single, even if there are multiple dogs.

"The phone can't get through, damn, where is No. 18? Why is this community like a maze."

Fang Ming was anxious. It was hard to see the building number at night. After walking to No. 14, he came to the fence. The sharp iron needles pierced the air. The Gothic iron fence was reflected by the moonlight, which was as creepy as a vampire movie.

The roses under the fence were crimson red. Edgar Allan Poe would have liked such a place...

Mu Chun pulled Fang Ming around the back of the building. Just as they turned around a street lamp, there was a loud "clang". The dog put down its legs, barking and retreating, circling the two confused young owners. The two people were looking at each other in anger. Their complaints were interrupted, but the dog was still barking and the night was still dark.