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Cheng Xuran's heartbeat rose high and fell into the abyss with the knock on the door that rang twice and then became quiet again.

"Don't...come in..." Cheng Xuran tried his best to open the man's hand and made a weak and hoarse voice, broken and broken.

Don't come in, Song Yanqing.

Call the police, Song Yanqing.

Please go away.

Turn around and leave.

Just like before.

Please.

please...

"Shut up!" the man growled, dragging Cheng Xuran, holding the knife tightly and approaching the door.

"boom--!!"

The door was suddenly kicked open from the outside.

At that second, the man roared and rushed forward with a knife! !
"go to hell!!"

The blurry light seeping through the door made it difficult to see his face clearly. In the chaotic and bloody fight, the tip of the knife pierced someone's eye, and was covered with blood.

Something warm splashed on Cheng Xuran's face...

The world is dark.

tinnitus.

humming.

Like the sea breeze passing through the rusty barbed wire, cutting open the rusty heart.

The heartbeat almost stopped.

"Do not……"

The body's defense mechanism automatically activated and no sound came out of his throat. Cheng Xuran could hardly remember what happened next.

I seem to remember the sound of the tip of the knife piercing the flesh, the sound of the body hitting the wall, bang bang bang, and then the sound of the police siren.

Finally, I saw him frowning and pressing his belly towards her, his outline was blurry and profound. I remembered that his hands were all sticky and bright red blood. He casually wiped it on his clothes, touched her with his other clean hand, and covered hers. Eye.

"It's okay, have a good sleep."

The red and blue lights of the police car and the lights of the ambulance were intertwined, cutting through the silent night, and Cheng Xuran could not see anything clearly.Afterwards, several neighbors walked through the half-opened door and saw the blood remaining on the floor. They took a few breaths and whispered...

Song Yanqing called the police in advance.

The police dug out a large number of photos of Cheng Xuran from the bastard's bedroom!

Densely packed, photo walls surround the bedroom from all directions, making it ethereal and penetrating.

More than that, the bastard fan collected a large number of Cheng Xuran's daily necessities, things she left at work every day, old earrings thrown in the trash can, discarded dolls——

During the arrest process, Sasaengfan always claimed that he was innocent and in a crazy mental state. The specific situation will be determined after Sasaengfan regains consciousness and the victim's confession in the hospital.

The lights in the police station are always very bright. This kind of brightness is different from the cold brightness of the hospital. It is sharper, as if it can cut open the depths of people's hearts.

The man huddled nervously in the corner and kept mumbling: "Where is Xuxu, where is my Xuxu? I want to take my Xuxu home..."

A knife fell to the ground.

There is temperature.

It's the warmth of blood.

Not far away, a figure stood there expressionlessly, watching this scene.

"Mr. Wen, do you see any other problems here?" the police officer said.

The man lowered his eyes and wiped his lenses, and said in a gentle and gentle tone: "How many years do you think he will be sentenced?"

Police officer: "..."

You, a lawyer, ask me, do I dare to say it?

"Wen Cenjiang." Someone said with his back to the light, "Let's go to the hospital."

The lights in the hospital are different from those in the police station.

The ward is dark.

There was only the sound of infusion.

"Tick."

"Tick."

Cheng Xuran had just woken up, and there were several doctors surrounding the hospital bed. There were police officers waiting for questioning outside, and Xu Zhi stood beside him worriedly.