Chapter 57 Love Face x
The aroma of tea lingered in the air, white mist filled the air, and a solemn atmosphere permeated the room.
Old Master Zhou sat in a chair, looking at the doctor in front of him thoughtfully, then slowly raised his teacup and took a sip.
"What are the chances of memory recovery before the blood clot disappears?"
The doctor said sternly, "There's a certain probability of this happening. Don't be too anxious. We can wait and see how things go."
"A while?"
The other party thought for a moment and said, "About twenty days."
After hearing this, Mr. Zhou didn't say anything else, but just sat there quietly.
After a while, he gently placed the cup in his hand on the table and uttered slowly, "Can an eight-year-old child remember so many things?"
The old man in front of him looked calm, and the doctor had no idea what he was thinking. Did he want Zhou Tingyun to recover his memory or not?
I just answered truthfully, "At eight years old, the brain is basically fully developed. Plus, after experiencing such a serious accident, there's a high probability that he will retain those memories."
After hearing the doctor's reply, Mr. Zhou didn't say anything else. He just waved his hand casually, indicating that the doctor could leave.
On the other side, Ming Zhao got up after a good sleep and went straight to have lunch.
She was going to coordinate the museum's exhibition design work in the afternoon, so her clothing style became more crisp and her lipstick was changed to a low-key color.
This is a special museum that does not display ancient artifacts or exquisite works of art, but various types of cases.
At this time, the museum's director Li Qi was explaining the general classification of the cases to Ming Zhao in detail, in order to facilitate the determination of the museum's theme, the number of exhibition halls, and the design of the exhibition route.
Just as the two were concentrating on their conversation, a tall man walked in with steady steps.
He has handsome features and a very upright appearance.
Li Qi paused the conversation when he saw him and introduced him to Ming Zhao with a smile, "This is Chen Su, Officer Chen. He has an in-depth understanding of these cases."
Then he turned to face Chen Su and said, "This is the architectural designer Celia."
The man's eyes fell on Ming Zhao and he said politely, "Hello, Celia. If you have any questions about the case, you can always ask me. I will do my best to help."
She nodded, "Okay, please, Officer Chen."
"Some of these criminal cases may cause strong discomfort."
He reminded: "I suggest that you don't stay alone when you go back. You can communicate more with your family. This will help relieve any negative emotions that may arise."
Ming Zhao arched his eyebrows and said, "Thank you."
There is also an assistant, Tan Chenge, in the studio, and they work together to sort out the case classifications.
At first, everyone thought that this delicate young lady would not be able to hold on for long and would give up, thinking that those so-called award-winning works might have been funded by the big boss behind her.
Until Tan Chenge felt like vomiting after looking at some photos and rushed to the toilet to recover, Ming Zhao, although his face was slightly pale, still insisted on planning in an orderly manner.
Tan Chenge came back from the restroom, took a sip of water, and calmed down. She looked at Ming Zhao with eyes full of admiration and said sincerely, "Sister, you are really amazing! I was almost overwhelmed by those photos, but you can still stay so calm."
Ming Zhao was too embarrassed to admit that he was concerned about his reputation, it was all an act.
While sorting through the exhibit album, Ming Zhao's attention was suddenly caught by a report.
On March 1, 2003, a major rear-end car accident occurred on a cross-river bridge. The description in the report was shocking. A couple died on the spot in the accident, leaving a pregnant woman and a little boy alive.
Seeing her staring at the newspaper in the picture, Chen Su explained, "At the time, the bureau was investigating it as premeditated murder, but for some reason, it was dropped.
He sighed, "I don't know how that pregnant woman is doing now."
Ming Zhao was inexplicably stunned.
When I got home, I was still thinking about the report.
She didn't know why she cared so much. Perhaps she was just like Chen Su, wanting to know how the pregnant woman and the little boy were doing.
Searching the Internet for more detailed information, constantly trying different keywords.
"March 1, 2003, Cross-River Bridge Traffic Accident"
"Summary of traffic accidents on the North City Cross-River Bridge in 2003"
"2003 Major Rear-End Collision on a Cross-River Bridge"
All ended in nothing.
The pages that come up from the search are either push notifications that have nothing to do with the event, or some vague, maze-like content.
She thought for a while and sent a WeChat message to Chen Su, whom she had just added, trying to find out more.
But after all, it happened more than 20 years ago, and Chen Su had been in the industry for less than five years, so he didn't understand it.
And perhaps because it happened too long ago, there doesn't seem to be much record of this incident in the police files, and most of the predecessors have retired.
Ming Zhao didn't get any useful information, and leaned back in his chair slightly frustrated, the backrest making a slight creaking sound.
When she calmed down, she realized that everything around her was quiet.
In the huge Zhou residence, only she, Zhou Tingyun, and Old Zhou lived in this five-story house. Each floor had many rooms and long corridors, but because there were few people, it was particularly deserted.
The other families lived far away, and Zhou Siyu complained that they had to ride an electric scooter to come and see her.
The world seemed to be gradually sucked into a vacuum, without any sound at all, and only my own breathing echoed in my ears, which was inexplicably strange.
Those bloody and horrifying photos began to play in a loop in my mind, and even the details were magnified.
She silently took out her cell phone and sent a message to Zhou Tingyun.
【Brother——/Roll】
Zhou Tingyun: [What happened?]
Ming Zhao thought that if he did this, he would probably quit his work and come back, so he deleted the words and changed the wording.
【You don’t seem to miss me at all/sigh】
Seeing that there was no response from the other side for a long time, Ming Zhao was about to reprimand him when the door was opened.
She nearly dropped her phone.
Zhou Tingyun received her message as soon as he got home. Seeing her pale face and frown, he asked, "Zhao Zhao?"
Ming Zhao came back to his senses after the false alarm. Why did he come back so early today?
Wuwu threw herself on him, "Are you trying to scare me to death and then find another sister!"
Zhou Tingyun hugged her, lifted her face and kissed her, then asked her what happened.
Pulling him to sit on the sofa, Ming Zhao told him about the Criminal Investigation Museum, and he listened attentively.
"No wonder Chen Su told me to go home and not stay alone." She drooped her brows and leaned softly on his shoulder, as if all the weight of her body was given to him.
"He also told me to communicate with my family in time to ease my emotions."
"Chen Su?"
"Oh, that's Officer Chen who worked with me. He explained the case classification very carefully and patiently, which saved me a lot of effort."
Zhou Tingyun listened to her words without any noticeable change on his face. He lowered his head slightly, looked at her directly with deep eyes, and asked, "Don't you want to communicate?"
"Um?"
Before Ming Zhao could react to what he meant, a pair of slightly cold lips covered hers the next second.
Like the gentle autumn rain falling, it is a little bit cool and gentle.
It seems to be of some use.
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