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Unexpectedly, before everything was investigated, Ling Yao was convicted.

A few days ago, the police officer Zhang who claimed to be righteous and maintain order, in order to solve the case as soon as possible, turned out to be directly accused of murder on him, and the few policemen under him also believed it.

As for what Ling Yao had, he didn't explain, nor did he have evidence, only a weak denial.

When he returned to the cell, he seemed to be fearless and disheartened. Even in the face of Zhang Fan's approach, he remained calm.

He self-defeatingly thought that he only had one life to last, so he was afraid of losing it?Anyway, what he looks like now is neither human nor ghost, what is the difference between dead and dead?

What the hell is this? Ling Yao burst out laughing, but the laughter was so weak that it rubbed rough pain in his throat.

He has never been like this.

He doesn't like to swear, doesn't like to complain, and when he is in trouble, he will try his best to keep himself calm,

But these persistence and so-called self-restraint were abandoned by him nine days ago at this moment.

But the ghosts around him refused to let him go for a moment, even though he had devoted his whole life to it, they still wanted to haunt him.

If it wasn't for Zhang Fan, how could he be misunderstood and labeled as a murderer?

The kiss on the lips was rejected by Ling Yao, with a high tone, "Get out, I don't want to see you!"

It was already late at night, and most of the cells next door had already rested. He shouted so loudly that the room with poor sound insulation had already made the cell next door full of dissatisfaction.

From the wall came the sound of the prisoners beating the wall violently, mixed with impatient yelling.

The noise caught the attention of the prison guard who was taking a nap. He knocked on the iron door with his baton, yawned sleepily, and said in a fierce tone, "Hey! What's the noise at night, shut up!"

"Forget it, this person... has a problem here." Another prison guard pointed to his head.

The prison guard shook his head, and shouted to the awakened prisoners next door, "Okay, you all stop, Room 231 is crazy, I can't control it, just bear with it!"

Ling Yao's cell finally became deathly silent. Zhang Fan smiled, kissed his earlobe, and sighed, "Baby, look, they don't care about you anymore." The whole world will give up on you.

Zhang Fan's hidden meaning was self-evident, and Ling Yao closed his eyes tightly.

He has always known this, but he still has to remind him again and again how he was abandoned by this world.

Fearing that Ling Yao would not be able to feel the pain of loss, Zhang Fan picked him up and walked into the next room.

Everyone didn't seem to feel their presence, and they were still talking about the weird kid in the next cell.

Every word they say is full of malice and ridicule, which is unbearable.

Ling Yao's eyes were as dim as gray, curled up, and said wearily, "Enough."

Zhang Fan kissed him on the cheek pitifully, with an inappropriate smile, and a brisk tone, "Look, I'm the only one who loves you in this world."

Ling Yao closed his eyes and ignored him, making him seem obedient and returning to his previous peaceful appearance. This made Zhang Fan push himself further, not satisfied with kissing and hugging, and began to further explore his body.

The body on his body trembled, Ling Yao opened his lips slightly, as if he wanted to moan, but he couldn't make a sound.

Zhang Fan's touch and entry were both icy cold. Even in summer, Ling Yao still felt chills in his bone marrow, as if he was in an ice cellar.

The violent collision of his body made him dizzy, as if his soul and body were both light and light, not as if he was in the world.

Zhang Fan punched hard, Ling Yao opened his eyes slightly, only to feel that the cold air in his body was spreading to his body layer by layer, making his body stiff, and the warm blood in his veins began to freeze.

The conversation outside the door came faintly, as if reminding him of something.

"Did someone die in Room 231?"

"That's right, that kid who just came in lived in a room by himself. He thought it was some kind of background, but he didn't expect to die so quickly..."

The sound stopped abruptly here, Ling Yao opened his eyes suddenly, and met Zhang Fan's gentle smiling face.

A terrifying thought popped into his mind.

he died?

This thought was too unexpected and overturned his cognition, his eyes turned black, as if he had fallen into a coma.

There were constant whispers ringing in his ears, but he was vaguely aware of every word.

"When I approached you, I was thinking, I am so scary, will you avoid it?"

"When I was crazy about you for the first time, I restrained myself and thought, if you hide, you are definitely not the person I want."

"You didn't escape, and you became the reason for me, a dead person, to hold on to my obsession and refuse to leave."

"Then, I told myself, you're mine."

Maybe it was noon, even though the curtains blocked it, there was still a ray of sunlight from the window falling on Ling Yao's body.

This ray of sunlight, let them be in the shadow at each end,

The light blocks all connections.

Zhang Fan stared at him, his eyes were bright, as if he was watching the dawn, but Ling Yao opened his eyes, but he was looking at the endless darkness.

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