Cen Muqi bowed his head a little sad. Ji Naitang wanted to go back, but his eyes could not help but look at the place surrounded by the crowd. There seemed to be many policemen there.

"Someone jumped out of the building. It's terrible."

At this time, the two girls who passed by him came back, afraid to look. Ji Naitang felt that the whole person was suddenly cold from head to foot, even the beating heart was frozen.

"What do you know?" His voice was hoarse. He asked Cen Muqi, and Cen Muqi replied, "what Yao Yuanjing has just received, your brother-in-law..."

"What floor? Second floor or third floor? Broken arm or leg? Did you send it to the hospital? Which hospital? " Ji Naitang felt that his sight was a little blurred, "ah?"

CEN Muqi didn't know what to say. Ji Naitang held his hands into fists and walked towards the crowd step by step. After passing through those people, he saw that the warning line was drawn in front of him.

He tried to cross the cordon, but was stopped by the police: "you stand back a little, the front is the scene of the crime, irrelevant people can not enter."

"What case?"

"The case of jumping off a building."

"Who is it?"

"The patient who came out of the mental hospital in front of us has not been identified yet. Who are you? Step back. "

Ji Naitang is a little shaky. Cen Muqi holds him and listens to the people around him. Ji Naitang's sight is fixed on the man who falls in the pool of blood in front of him.

At this time, a young policeman ran over and said, "Liu team, there is a jumper over there."

"What?"

"It was just dressed up, like a woman."

"Send someone to see it."

Ji Naitang stood there in a daze, watching an ambulance man cover the white cloth on the ground. He said, "don't cover him with white cloth."

His voice is a bit hoarse, not very loud, and many people around him are talking, so no one noticed.

"Don't cover him with white cloth, don't cover him with white cloth..." Finally, he yelled, "don't raise my voice."

The scene suddenly quieted down, and everyone's eyes turned to Ji Naitang.

"Don't you see that? He's breathing. He's alive. Take the white cloth away. Take it away

"He is dead." Inside, a medical staff member replied. Ji Naitang yelled at the man: "you say it again. You say it again. Say who is dead!"

"Ji Naitang..." CEN Muqi grabs Ji Naitang who wants to go forward. Ji Naitang tries his best to walk past. Finally, both of them fall to the ground.

"Who died, who died..." Ji Naitang's tears in his eyes never fell down. He said obstinately, "my brother-in-law will not die. He will not die. He is just tired, asleep and asleep Why say he's dead? Why say he's dead... "

CEN Muqi hugs Ji Naitang tightly, and Yao Yuanjing comes to them through the crowd. He has no time to ask Cen Muqi why Ji Naitang knows these things, but just squats down.

"Cen Muqi..." Ji Naitang grabbed Cen Muqi's coat and said, "help me tell them that my brother-in-law is only asleep and will wake up later. Tell them, please."

CEN Muqi held him in his arms and said in a low voice, "yes, he is not dead. He will not die."

Ji Naitang did not speak. His sight was blurred by the curtain of tears. He felt that he was probably dead because he did not feel heartache or heartbeat.