Crack: Not loving you is the way back

A pair of hands filled with the evil of sin kept wandering over Su Mo's flawless body.

Some people looked at Su Mo's eyes like a dead fish and couldn't help but reach out and pat him, trying to make Su Mo react. Whether it was struggle, anger or anything else, as long as a little movement could excite them.

Because of this shot, Su Mo, who had not moved at first, gave up resistance and fell in a pool of blood, suddenly flashed in his mind Ji Lu's face before she died, the person who protected her until she died and let her live well.

Thinking of Ji Lu's angry face, Su Mo felt like his heart was twisting in a knife.

No, it can't be done. Sister Ji asked her to live well, and she couldn't live up to Sister Ji's expectations of her.

The eyes of the person who originally had no desire to live began to move slowly, and her sight began to focus on a single point. At that moment, she saw the hideous and terrifying faces beneath the ghostly shadows.

"what……"

Like a ferocious beast breaking free from its cage, Su Mo, who was almost dying, felt as if a prehistoric power had erupted from his body. Huge energy continued to emanate from his heart to his limbs.

The people who still had the excitement on their faces stared blankly at the person who had somehow managed to break free from their grasp.

Before he could recover from this change, he saw Su Mo fleeing to the corner, holding on to the wall with difficulty, biting his wrist hard, trying to use physical pain to stimulate the nerves that were unable to support him. .

"Momo, opportunities are reserved for the brave..."

"Mo Mo, there is no other way to deal with this group of people except fighting..."

"Mo Mo, Sister Ji can't protect you anymore. You have to live well..."

……

Word after word, Su Mo's ears kept echoing the words Ji Lu had said to her. These words were like her spiritual pillar, constantly supporting her to fight against these demons.

With no way to retreat, Su Mo came across a wooden chair placed in the corner, and immediately decided to fight with the group of people in front of him. Therefore, when Fang Hong walked up to her with interest, he admired her panic with a smile. At this time, she quickly and accurately picked up the wooden chair that was within easy reach, and without hesitation, she gave Fang Hong a hard blow on the forehead.

This blow was like a death row prisoner using up his last strength to revel. Visible to the naked eye, a huge gash opened in Fang Hong's forehead, and blood spurted out, squirting all over Su Mo's face in front of him. His pale face was suddenly stained. Painted with a oozing blood red.

Perhaps the quality of the wooden chair was good enough or the human body was not hard enough, so the wooden chair was intact under the sudden impact and not a single bit of sawdust flew out.

Su Mo couldn't help but think, if there had been this wooden chair in the laundry room three months ago, she could have smashed the man to death, and Sister Ji would have been able to survive and not die.

At this moment, Su Mo completely forgot about the piercing pain in his body, and a shallow, captivating smile bloomed on his face. At this moment, the swaying incandescent lamp shone towards her, and her face was red. Like a Rakshasa who just climbed out of hell and demanded human life.

Without thinking, looking at the shaky Fang Hong in front of him, Su Mo raised the wooden chair in his hand again. This hit could directly send people to meet the King of Hell, and would also add another crime to her who was about to be released from prison. However, She didn't care at all.

Because the desire to make Fang Hong pay for this is so strong!

however.

At the moment when she was getting up and down from the chair, the patrolling prison guard sounded a sharp warning: "What are you doing? Put it down."

When Su Mo heard this, he looked past Su Hong, who was shaking and unconscious, and looked at the prison guard who had been missing for a long time and was wearing a uniform that he claimed was the embodiment of justice.

Seeing her looking over, the prison guard shouted loudly again: "Su Mo, put down the weapon in your hand."

arms?

Su Mo looked at the chair slightly above his head with confused eyebrows. He slightly curved his mouth and moved the "weapon" in his hand, as if he had heard a big joke, "What are you talking about...this?"

Then, without waiting for the prison guards to respond to her, the hand holding the chair moved again. Her eyes, which were fascinated by blood, flashed a fierceness that had never appeared before when she lowered her head.

"Su Mo, this is a warning, put down your weapon." The prison guard warned Su Mo and gave instructions on the intercom.

Su Mo didn't know what the prison guard said, but he felt that the sharp voice was very harsh.

He stood back with vain steps and glanced with disgust at Fang Hong, who always lowered his head as if kneeling in front of the Buddha to repent.

For a moment, her dizzy mind didn't understand why this man stood motionless in front of her, like a mummy, which was annoying to look at.

Thinking like this, in order to keep this statue-like woman standing still out of her sight, Su Mo reached out and pushed this person away.

Sister Ji has always hated this person and would be angry if she saw her getting so close to him.

"Su Mo, two warnings, put down your weapon." Just as Su Mo stretched out his hand, the prison guard's nervous voice came again.

Su Mo frowned and looked towards the source of the sound again. The crowd was filled with people in black uniforms. For a moment, he didn't quite understand why these prison guards were pouring in here. Could it be that they were here for Sister Ji? Do you want to apologize? Or is it that my conscience suddenly found out and I want to send Sister Ji's soul away?

However, that stern face looked at her as if he was looking at someone evil. She did not kill anyone or set fire to her. Why did they treat her like this? Aren't they supposed to catch the real culprit?

Oh, I forgot, she seems to be the real criminal.

"Su Mo..."

Before the prison guard finished his third warning, there was a "bang" sound, and Su Mo let go of the wooden chair in his hand, and then fell to the ground on his knees, unable to hold on any longer.

Su Mo fell to the ground, his eyes wide open, and he felt that the whole world was spinning.

Everything that happened not long ago was like a flashback, playing out before her eyes one scene after another.

Fang Hong said, ‘Mr. Huangfu asked them to take good care of her’, take good care of her…

Haha ...

Will this man still refuse to let her go after all? After more than two years, this man finally remembered that there was still a person like her in the prison?

It was obvious that she was about to leave in more than half a year. She had already endured hardships that she should not have endured. Why did Huangfu Jue still treat her like this?

She just wanted to love someone well and live well. Why did Huangfu Jue treat her like this? Why did he want to kill her to death?

Oh, no wonder these female prisoners dare to make such a big noise, no wonder those people dare to kill people in prison.

With the support of Huangfu Jue, who is extremely wealthy and powerful, why would he not dare to commit murder in broad daylight?

But why wasn't she the one who died, and why was Sister Ji the one who died?

Su Mo closed his eyes completely, and a tear flowed from the corner of his eye, blending into the blood that had not yet dried up.