Chapter 630

The police can't bear to hear such voices. Such a civil dispute really makes people angry.

After all, chief editor Gu is a mature middle-aged man. Instead of indulging himself in grief, he quickly eased down. He looked at the policeman beside him and begged, "please help me. I really don't have any way to do it. Please help me, ok..."

The police are helpless to hear such a plea. They are part of criminal investigation, and they are not dealing with civil disputes.

The policemen looked at each other, and then the one with the most seniority stood up and said to editor Gu, "I'm sorry, we are not specialized in dealing with such disputes. But according to the law of our country, for children who do not support the elderly, you can take your daughter to court and compel her to perform the maintenance obligation. "

As I have seen just now, people like Gu Yuwei are just stubborn. Even if they report civil disputes, they can't come up with any good results. It's better to take them to court directly, so they can win.

Editor in chief Gu was stunned for a moment. What ability does he have to take his daughter to court now? Once he does that, his daughter's reputation will be quickly damaged, and the magazine that has made a little progress will go bankrupt again.

He is not the kind of person who can be ruthless, not the kind who has to overthrow others for his own sake. This kind of character predestined that old Gu editor in chief did not win in this war with his daughter.

When the police saw that everything was almost done, they began to deal with the business of arresting and detaining sun Sijing. One of the policemen took out his handcuffs and said to sun Sijing, "I'm sorry, madam. Now the evidence is solid. Please come with us."

Sun Sijing struggled, she screamed: "no, you can't catch me! Although I did it, I didn't hurt others! You can't catch me! "

The police directly put the handcuffs on Sun Sijing's hands and said, "you are trying to hurt someone intentionally. You have to bear certain criminal responsibility. In addition, you are suspected of forging personal information, which constitutes a crime. Although the crime is not very serious, you should come with us. "

These crimes are enough to detain sun Sijing for a period of time.

Sun Sijing screamed. She didn't expect to be arrested. She just came out of prison. How could she get in so soon! She struggled wildly.

Police for such a person is simply see more, and not moved, and then directly took sun Sijing.

Soon, the ward became deserted. In the whole room, only editor in chief Gu was alone. He sat on the bed like a stone, motionless.

Since he was admitted to the hospital, Mr. Gu has been aging rapidly with the speed visible to the naked eye. Now he has a lot of white hair, which is irregularly hidden among the black hair and mottled.

His face was sad. His whole body was as lifeless as a stone carving that was about to be burned and dissolved. If he hadn't kept his eyes open, he would have suspected that the man had already died.

The room was very quiet, and the clock on the wall kept making a "tick tick tick" sound, but none of this could affect Mr. Gu. The warm yellow light of the setting sun came in from the window and shone on the editor in chief Gu. He looked old and old.

Soon in the evening, the nurse came in regularly to change the liquid medicine in the hanging bottle, and saw that chief editor Gu looked like a wood carving. She called a few times, but there was no response. The nurse who had been taking care of him also disappeared. For such a thing, the nurse had seen a lot of things, and recalled the indifferent faces of the children who abandoned the old man.

She sympathized with editor Gu's experience, so after changing the potion, she bought a meal and brought it to editor Gu. Let's not talk about the future, but deal with the present.

After Mr. Gu received the meal from the nurse, there was a movement in the whole person. It was like a cracked stone carving, leaking out the real part inside. His dry lacrimal gland began to work again, leaving tears.

Editor in chief Gu gulped at the rice in the bowl. Today, since the nurse was taken away, he has not eaten, and he has been immersed in sadness. Now his hand holding chopsticks is very stiff, and his movement is a little bigger, and his bones are just ringing.

That's the characteristic of being over half a year old, dying and protesting. Editor in chief Gu felt a little warmth in his chest, and he suddenly had a strong desire to survive.

Chief editor Gu stopped, looked at the nurse and said, "may I borrow your mobile phone, please? I want to make a call..."

After receiving the mobile phone, Mr. Gu slowly dials Mr. Jiang's mobile phone number. If anyone else will help him now, it is this old friend who has been with him for many years.

The phone was soon connected, and editor in chief Gu said in a difficult voice: "Hello, Lao Jiang, I want to ask you something..."

The next morning, editor in chief Gu sat up. Now no one came to take care of him. After only half a day, he was haggard, with messy hair, pale face, bloody eyes and a ragged beard. He was very embarrassed.

He wakes up very early, or he doesn't sleep all night. No one can sleep in this case. Editor in chief Gu sat quietly, looking at the scenery outside the window, slowly changing from darkness to light. The light of morning also made him feel a glimmer of hope.He didn't sit for long. When the sun just came in, there was a knock on the door in the ward. It was Mr. Jiang.

Mr. Jiang hasn't changed much. He looks the same as before. Chief editor Gu is in a trance for a moment. This scene is very similar to that when he was just in hospital, Mr. Jiang came to see himself in the same way.

It seemed that he had an illusion of time and space, as if none of these things had happened. He had just been hospitalized, and Mr. Jiang came to see a doctor, but he knew that it was impossible.

The only difference between this time and last time is that when Mr. Jiang came last time, he brought Jiang Moshen with him. This time, Mr. Jiang came with four nursing workers. Mr. Jiang looked at the lifeless editor in chief Gu. As an old friend for decades, he was also very sad to see him like this.

Holding back his sour heart, Mr. Jiang handed the hot porridge in the thermos cup to Mr. Gu and said, "let's have some first. I'll talk about anything later."

Mr. Gu took the mug, smelled the fragrance of the porridge, and ate it with tears in his eyes. The stomach soon became warm, and the heart also became warm.