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For two whole days, Song Ling stayed in the funeral parlor, not daring to leave until Shen Zhao arrived.

But the funeral home has the rules of the funeral home. If the deceased has no case, it is already too much time.

On the third day, people in the funeral home insisted on cremating the man.

Song Ling's eyes were sunken, her whole body was haggard, she looked at the person lying in the room, her heart felt like a knife was being twisted, she asked in a hoarse voice, "Can you wait any longer, his daughter...hasn't seen him for the last time."

"At three o'clock this afternoon at the latest, if the hospital and the police don't issue a certificate, we can no longer violate the regulations."

Song Ling had no choice but bowed her head and agreed.

The weather is still as cold as in winter, the heavy snow has just stopped, and it is raining again.

Song Ling looked at the dark and white sky, and the rain drifted over, covering her face with a layer of mist, her heart was desolate to the extreme.

Ah Zhao, where are you?

She didn't know if she still had the courage to face her. In just a few days, too many things happened...

The cell phone rang suddenly, it was Ji Mingshu's call.

Song Ling looked down and saw the incoming call on the screen, and immediately connected, "How is it?"

Ji Mingshu was still waiting in the police station. After receiving the news, she came out and stood by the door, and called Song Ling.

The voice said lightly: "The person has been found."

As soon as Song Ling heard that she had found someone, she didn't take her umbrella, so she rushed into the rain field, walked outside the funeral home, and asked hurriedly, "Where is she? I'll go there now. How is she?"

Ji Mingshu mentioned a location, hesitated for a moment, and then said hesitantly, "He's not very nice."

Song Ling stopped suddenly, the rain drenched her body, and the biting coolness instantly spread from the depths of her body, as if someone had stabbed her heart severely, blood was dripping, and the pain pierced her heart.

Hanging up the phone in panic, Song Ling walked to the car, opened the door to get in, started the car, just stepped on the accelerator to back up, and bumped into the stone pillar behind, making a loud bang.

She sat there, tightly clenched her trembling hands, she wanted to calm down, Azhao was still waiting for her, she couldn't panic, couldn't mess up...

Putting the gear back on, turning the steering wheel hard to the bottom, making a sharp turn and turning onto the road, stepping on the accelerator, the car drove very fast.

Ji Mingshu stayed in the police station all the time and was the first to receive the news.

As soon as she arrived on the front foot, Song Ling's car also drove over on the back foot.

The scene was a dilapidated old factory building. Song Ling got out of the car and saw the empty and dilapidated one-story house. The memory suddenly flooded her mind. She was stunned for a long time before she heard Ji Mingshu's voice next to her.

"The people inside said it's best not to go in." Ji Mingshu said.

Song Ling's heart was almost numb from the pain, she shook off Ji Mingshu's hand, and walked inside.

The crime scene was found after searching several suspicious places. This area is a deserted and abandoned factory building. There has been no one under its jurisdiction for several years, and the monitoring equipment can't be found. When the police found the person, the suspect murderer had already left, leaving only the victim at the scene.

There was also a team doctor with him. Because he was afraid that the victim would be seriously injured, he brought the doctor directly during the search and rescue.

Song Ling rushed to the second floor and was blocked by cordons everywhere. She walked up and saw the people lying on the ground at a glance.

Her body was covered in mud and blood, and her hair was scattered in a mess. She just lay there, motionless, as if she was dead.

With a heavy weight under her feet, Song Ling was stunned for a few seconds, then rushed over, she called her, her voice was almost crazy, "Ah Zhao—"

The comrade next to her grabbed her quickly, fearing that she would lose control of her emotions and do something.

The team doctor squatted beside her and checked her body, which just half blocked her sight. Song Ling tried hard to stabilize her emotions. She was out of breath from crying and tried her best to stay rational. She sobbed and said, "I... I just look at her, look at her, I don't do anything, please..."

The captain of the criminal police nodded to the comrade next to him, and the man let go of his hand, and Song Ling immediately rushed to Shen Zhao's side.

She was lying there, unconscious for a long time, her face was covered with scars, and a big hole was torn open at her neckline.

Song Ling went to hold her hand, tears dripped down uncontrollably, those hands were cold and had no warmth, she held her tremblingly, and kept calling her: "Azhao, Azhao..."

The team doctor was a woman. She checked the scars on Shen Zhao's body, and then grabbed her arm. There were many invisible needle holes on it, and said in a deep voice: "There are many traumas on the body, and there are traces of needle injection on the arm. As for What it is, we won’t know until the examination, so hurry up and send the person to the hospital.”

Song Ling looked at her arm in a panic. There were mottled blood stains and tiny needle holes that were barely visible...

The ambulance just arrived downstairs, and a comrade picked up Shen Zhao and was about to go downstairs. Song Ling was stunned, and hurriedly followed downstairs.

Fear spread from the bottom of her heart. She didn't know what happened to A Zhao, but the situation would not be better...

The ambulance drove to the hospital, and the person was immediately wheeled into the operating room.

Song Ling was isolated outside. She stood there, looked up at the lights in the operating room, and her expression was slightly dazed.Everything is as unreal as a dream...

Her Ah Zhao was really ruined...

Staggering, she couldn't stand for a while, and fell to her knees and sat on the ground.

At night, in a quiet ward.

Shen Zhao slowly opened her eyes and woke up, glaring incandescent light shone in, her eyes, which had been blindfolded for a few days, couldn't bear the strong light for a while, she wanted to raise her hands to cover her eyes, but found that her whole body was dismantled. The bone was sore, the drip was hanging on the back of the hand, and the feeling of the cold liquid slowly flowing from the vein into the body made all those memories flood into my mind at once.

She struggled to turn over and wanted to get up, but Song Ling beside the bed heard the movement, quickly supported her, and called her in a startled voice: "Azhao..."

Shen Zhao slowly raised his eyes, his eyes fell on her face, his expression was dazed, as if he suddenly remembered something, he pushed her away suddenly, and shouted: "Go away!! Don't touch me!! You Let's go!!"

As if she suddenly lost control, Song Ling desperately hugged her with both hands, she held down the hand that was on the IV drip, and called her in a suppressed voice of pain: "Ah Zhao, don't do this, don't move..."

Shen Zhao remembered the man's voice like a beast, and suddenly pushed away the person beside her, she clenched her fist tightly, slapped her desperately, and said with gritted teeth, "Song Ling, why did you treat me like this, why? ! You go! Go away!!"

Her body was out of control, Song Ling couldn't hold her back, and struggled with her, she fell to the ground, Song Ling was half kneeling on the ground, she didn't know what else to do at this moment, but she could only hug her body instinctively.

Meng Yunan heard the voice coming in from the door, rushed over and pulled the two of them apart. She tried her best to drag Song Ling up, and squatted down to stabilize Shen Zhao, "Zhao Zhao, don't do this! Calm down!"

When Shen Zhao caught a glimpse of Meng Yunan's face, she gradually calmed down in an instant, and her tense body gradually relaxed. There was no expression in her eyes, only empty despair. She remembered something vaguely. There was a needle, and a blue-black bag bulged on the back of her hand. Regardless of the blood that was pouring out, she ran out like crazy.

Seeing this, Song Ling quickly chased after her. She grabbed her and called out to her loudly: "Ah Zhao, don't do this!"

Shen Zhao shook off her hand, without any support, he fell to the ground all of a sudden.

A shivering electric current suddenly flashed across her body, as if thousands of ants and insects were devouring her all over her body, she held back the chills in her body, and desire. Desire clamored deep in her body. In a day's time, it is a **** purgatory.

She didn't wear socks, and her bare feet were exposed. The coolness of the floor tiles made her tremble all over. She flinched and retreated instinctively until she reached the edge of the wall. She hugged her knees and sat there with her head buried. , Trying to calm down this heart-wrenching torment.

Song Ling looked at Shen Zhao who was in a strange mood, her face turned pale suddenly, she squatted down slowly, and approached her gently.

But when Shen Zhao caught a glimpse of those hands, she seemed to see poisonous insects and beasts, avoiding them like snakes and scorpions. She hugged her head and said frightened: "Don't! Don't come here!! Don't!"

Fingers stopped in mid-air, Song Ling's face froze, she felt a stab in her heart for a moment, and then reached out to hug her, "Azhao..."

Shen Zhao avoided her touch, turned around to get up, and shouted: "Dad, Dad—"

Song Ling grabbed her arm, imprisoned her in her arms, she frowned, struggling weakly in her voice, and whispered in her ear, "Ah Zhao, don't do this, okay?"

Waves of bloodthirsty discomfort surged up, Shen Zhao bit Song Ling's shoulder fiercely, exhausted all his strength, Meng Yunan rushed over when seeing this, grabbed Shen Zhao, and tried to separate them.

"I'm going to find Dad, Dad..." She stood up, her expression gradually dull, and she was about to rush out barefoot.

Meng Yunan quickly grabbed her, without having time to think about it, and blurted out to her, "Zhao Zhao, your father is gone!"

His footsteps stopped, Shen Zhao felt as if he had been struck by lightning, he forgot to react for a while, and then he was in a trance for a long time, and tears drew a long tear trail from the end of his eyes.

She turned around and looked at Song Ling with tears in her eyes. Song Ling hugged her, supported her body, and called her: "A Zhao, I'm sorry..."

Shen Zhao's body gradually slid down, her eyes were scarlet, with bone-eating hatred, her fingers pinched into the flesh, she cried and hated: "Song Ling! Killing people is nothing but nodding! Why are you doing this to me? Why? ?!!!"