Every confession will be killed

"Who are you...?" I stared blankly at the woman in front of me. This woman looked very young. She probably hadn't even been born when I was active.

"I'm Chairman Mu's secretary. I've called you several times, but you never answered." The woman immediately stepped aside from the doorway and let me in. "Please go in and have a look, please."

My footsteps were very heavy, the more I walked into the ward, the snow-white bedding covered by Mu Ran came into view little by little, and I was shocked on the spot by the sight.

This person is...

Mu Ran?

I looked at the man in front of me in shock and couldn't believe my eyes.

The man on the bed had gray hair, and his thin skin seemed to have sunken in. Even though he was the same age as me, he looked like an old man in his twilight, his face was covered with wrinkles, and he was wearing a ventilator connected to his mouth. On the tube, liquid oxygen was tumbling, the man breathed hard, his dim eyes stared at me, as if he wanted to imprint me deeply in his mind.

"Mu Dong is the first time he has been awake for so long in the past few days. He has not closed his eyes and rested since he received your call. He has been waiting for you." Covering her mouth with one hand with tears in her eyes, she couldn't bear to look this way.

This person is not the Mu Ran I know. The Mu Ran I know is vigorous, handsome, and powerful. He is not lying sickly in bed like now, barely sustaining his life with the help of a ventilator.

His pupils were already white, and the whites of his eyes were covered with a faint yellow color, and some bloodshot eyes could be vaguely seen. He stretched out his hand with difficulty, as if he wanted to grab me, but at this moment my body was not moving. Allow me to be near him.

His hand was hanging in the air like this, trembling constantly, it seemed that his hand would break in the next second, his breathing gradually became short and painful, and I could see the undulating and complex heartbeat on the heart rate monitor beat.

...Why is this happening?

My mind was at a loss, and I tried my best to restrain the resistance of my body and reached out to hold his arm. Suddenly, tears fell from the corners of my eyes.

"Mr. Dong has always only wanted to see you. You are the only one in his life. Even if you ignore him or miss him, Mr. Mu always exists only for you." The narrator said, "Maybe there is a festival among you, but...the dead can never be replaced, but the living should cherish it more, right?"

"What are you talking about?" I don't know why the future me will ignore Mu Ran, but all I can feel at this moment is that when Mu Ran grabs my hand, it seems that he has exhausted all his strength. He clasped my palm fiercely, and his whole body trembled with excitement from touching me.

In his sallow expression, there was finally a hint of joy, with emotion and sadness, with deep nostalgia and... love.

I don't know how I restrained myself from walking out of the ward. Every second in the ward made it hard for me to breathe. The extreme pain and extreme hatred became endless the second I saw Mu Ran. Sorrow that tears my soul and all my sanity.

The woman followed, and I looked at the woman who was much younger than me, and then slowly asked, "How long is he left? What is the disease?"

"The doctor said that he begged God to get through the day now. He has been holding his breath all this time, hoping to see you for the last time." The woman took a deep breath, swallowed her sorrow, and slowly reconciled I said.

"Why... do I hate him? The dead... who is it?"

At this time, the woman finally couldn't help it: "Mu Dong is not the one who killed your elder brother, you should know why you blame him, your elder brother died of cancer, why do you blame Mu Dong for all his illnesses? "

"You said... what?" I felt like I couldn't even roll my eyes, looking at her, big brother... is dead?

"Mr. Mu's lungs are failing now. It was to save you back then. If it wasn't for you being shot, the person lying on the bed wouldn't be Mr. Mu. How could you be so willful!" The woman pointed at me. No, he reprimanded loudly with a trembling voice.

There was a dizziness in my head, and I couldn't accept this twisted reality.

Big brother... passed away.

Mu Ran... because he saved me and ruined his body, now he wants to leave me?

I must be dreaming.

As long as I go back, lie down, sleep, and wake up, there is nothing.

is not it?

I staggered towards the distance, my mind blank.

When I got to the side of the road, a car pulled up next to me.

The figure coming out of the car glass made me dazed for a long time.

"Get in the car." With cold eyes and an aura of calmness, he sat there like an emperor controlling life in the dark.

I looked at him dully: "...Yu Haiwei?"

"Huh?" The man looked at me quietly, "I thought you would never call me by that name again in this life."

"...What do I usually call you?"

At this time, the driver got off the driver's seat and opened the car door for me. The face of the man I saw was in a daze for a moment.

This person is... Qi Ling?

He is alive and well?Shouldn't you be in that small room with me, be affected by the bomb carried by Qi Yueluan, and die together?

Qi Ling didn't look at me at all, but just bowed his head respectfully, as if he didn't know me.

I got in the car and looked at Yu Haiwei who was looking out the window. He was also old, but more mature than me, with a dark aura.

"You call me... Yu Zui."

All of a sudden, I remembered that I had the name Yu Zui in my mobile phone, and the business text messages between me and him seemed very ordinary, just like a daily greeting.

But I knew subconsciously in my heart at the time that this was a kind of password, but I had no memory and could not decipher it.

Yu Haiwei and I...are business partners now?

"How much do you know about the past?" My head was in a mess and I couldn't think, "Brother's...Mu Ran's."

"I came to you ten years ago, but your eyes were only on a dead person, and you refused to share even hatred with me." Yu Haiwei's plain taste was as hoarse as ever, and his vocal cords were not good. "Now you want me to mention those two people who have become my shadow?"

My fingers keep tightening...

Yu Haiwei came to me ten years ago.

But with Yu Haiwei by my side, it will take longer...longer...

The eldest brother died, died of cancer that had already been cured, and Mu Ran...

On that bridge, the gunshot that Mu Ran blocked for me suddenly flashed in my mind.

……In the end what happened?In the past, in the present? !