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Song Ling carried Shen Zhao into the bathroom and took a bath for her.

The injury on her body has not healed, and there are still bruises on her lower back. Even after so many days, it is still shocking.

Song Ling squatted outside the bathtub, her fingers touched her back, Shen Zhao's body trembled subconsciously, her back turned to Song Ling, but she could still feel the sight behind her.

The body shrank under the water again, avoiding the touch of the people behind.

But only a little distance away, Song Ling could feel her alienation from herself.

Her fingers stopped in mid-air, she picked up the towel and continued to wipe her back, gently, slowly, and bit by bit to wipe every part of her body...

Shen Zhao soaked in the bathtub for a long time, after a bath, his whole body was sore and weak, his pale face was now slightly rosy, and with the dense water vapor, he seemed to have regained his former vigor.

After wiping off the water on her body and putting on her pajamas, Song Ling carried her back to the room.

Shen Zhao sat on the edge of the bed, his bare feet were hanging there, his hair was still wet and dripping.

Song Ling found a hair dryer and stood beside the bed, drying her hair.

It seems that there was such a time, and it was the same, she was sitting there, and Song Ling was standing beside her and blowing her hair.

It's obviously the same thing, but now suddenly there is an illusion that things are right and people are wrong.

But has Shen Zhao changed, or has he changed...

After blow-drying her hair, Song Ling picked up a comb to comb her hair. Her hair was long and hung straight behind her. It was jet black, very shiny and smooth.

Song Ling leaned down and held her face with both hands, neither of them spoke, she just looked at her face quietly.

Shen Zhao was forced to raise his head to look at her, she was very tired, and almost exhausted all her strength after just taking a bath.

Her eyes were indifferent, without any emotion, and she said to her, "I'm tired."

Song Ling rubbed her face lightly with her fingers, she obviously wanted to say a lot to her, but when she touched her eyes full of powerlessness and sadness, she suddenly didn't know where to start.

I don't know when they started to have nothing to say.

With a hoarse voice, Song Ling lowered her eyes lightly and said, "Okay."

Song Ling helped her to lie down, then raised her hand to gently cover the hair on her forehead, her movements were gentle, and her eyes were full of affection.

When Shen Zhao lay down, he turned over and moved to the side of the bed, with his back to the person standing beside the bed.

Song Ling stared at her thin shoulders, her heart gradually felt sour.She really lost a lot of weight, lying on her side, as if a gust of wind could take her away.

It was right in front of her eyes, but she suddenly felt that she was really far away from her...

It's so far away that it's desolate.

In the middle of the night, Song Ling returned to the room after finishing her work. She gently pushed the room open, and caught a glimpse of the back of the dress through the dim moonlight outside the window.

The moonlight was faint, sprinkled on her body, casting a layer of soft light.

Only at this moment, when she fell asleep, Song Ling seemed to be able to relax slowly.

Pushing open the door and walking gently to the bed, she lay beside her, with fingers resting lightly on her waist, there was a faint fragrance of shower gel on her body, lingering at the tip of her nose, which made people feel at ease inexplicably.

When there is peace and tranquility, people also have faint greed.

Song Ling yearns for such a quiet moment of embracing each other. At this moment, she thinks that the sky will never be bright, and the night will be extended infinitely, so that she can embrace her like this, forever and ever.

Unconsciously closing her arms, Song Ling hugged Shen Zhao in her arms, burying her face in the hair behind her, smelling the faintly familiar aura on her body, and gradually becoming drowsy.

It's been too long since she had a good sleep, and it's extremely reassuring to be close to her now.

Everyone has greed, and the things they once owned will gradually become attached to them, and they will become more and more inseparable from her. She wants to take such things as her own and keep them by her side forever.

The moon was in the middle of the sky, gradually covered by dark clouds, and the room became dark and dark.

The breathing of the people around her gradually stabilized, and Shen Zhao suddenly opened her eyes. She felt the arms around her waist, almost making her breathless.

Her eyes were full of hatred and indifference, she could no longer bear such a self, and even more could not bear such a situation.

She is no different from a prisoner, loses all freedom and personal dignity, and is forced to have sex with her...

Emotions surged, and a pain suddenly rose from the depths of her body, gradually spreading to her internal organs. She trembled uncontrollably, her fingers clenched tightly, and in the silent night, she slowly felt this heart-wrenching to numb feeling. , Drilling down to the depths of the bone marrow, every bit of pain is clearly imprinted in her mind, she will probably never forget this pain and torture in her whole life...

Song Ling woke up suddenly, felt the trembling of the person in her arms, and knew that she had another seizure.She held her body tightly and turned her to face her.Song Ling grabbed the finger she was biting in her mouth, and she could feel the trembling all over her body and the pain it brought.

Heartbroken, Song Ling frowned tightly, grabbed Shen Zhao's hand, and kept comforting her, "Azhao, let go, let go...it'll be fine, it'll be fine soon...don't be afraid."

I don't know how long it took, the body in his arms gradually relaxed, Shen Zhao couldn't help breathing heavily, feeling the exhaustion and powerlessness deep in his body, his body was hot and cold, his forehead was covered with fine beads of sweat, but his body was so cold that he felt dizzy. trembling.

She knew that she had survived again.

This kind of feeling, at the beginning, it was more than a dozen times a day, then it dropped to seven or eight times, and then it gradually decreased, and finally it was two or three times... She didn't know how long she would be tortured by this pain.

Tears flowed down uncontrollably, Shen Zhao tightly clenched her hands against her chest, she raised her eyes to stare at Song Ling, and suddenly said: "I want to leave, Song Ling, I want to leave!"

Song Ling was stunned suddenly, she looked down at her, her eyes seemed to be dull for a moment.It took her a long time to react slowly, the corners of her lips curled up hard, and she gradually became at a loss, she raised her arms to hug her, and pressed the despairing eyes full of hatred into her chest, she kept He murmured: "It's okay, it will be fine, Ah Zhao, don't be afraid, I will always be with you..."

She kept whispering, her cold lips pressed against her forehead.

Only she herself understands that she is not trying to appease Shen Zhao, she is clearly deceiving herself.

Song Ling's heart was pounding, and she was full of panic.She knew that there would always be a day when no one would know Shen Zhao's temperament better than her.

Shen Zhonghua left, and the only bond between her and her was gone. Maybe there was still a little unsteady love left in the past, but it was wiped out by her own hands later.

She has no reason to keep her by her side anymore, even saying that she loves her has become the weakest and most ridiculous burden and excuse.

But what happened, she didn't want to lose her, she didn't want to lose Shen Zhao.

With the palm resting on the back of her head, she leaned against her face, lips gently opened in her ear, even the voice was humble and powerless: "Azhao, I don't want to lose you."

Shen Zhao didn't struggle, didn't have any emotions, just like a puppet with a soulless and lifeless body, allowing Song Ling to hold her in her arms.

She should have known earlier that Song Ling would not let her leave, and she clearly had no intention of telling her, but at that moment, hatred welled up from the depths of her body, and she couldn't control herself, so she just blurted out.

She was tired, and she really didn't want to pester her like this any longer, it was meaningless, it didn't make any sense.

-

Based on the only evidence and Shen Zhao's body gradually recovering, the police station asked her to give a statement, describing everything that happened that day.

Because of the involvement of drugs, the police have attached great importance to it, and all parties have been investigating it.

But it was obvious that the other party had planned it for a long time. From the license plate to the destruction of the corpse at the scene of the crime, except for Shen Zhao, the victim, no fingerprints were found at the scene.

Fortunately, there is no unparalleled road, and a can was found 300 meters away from the crime scene, and fingerprints were collected on the can.

After investigation, the suspect had preliminary clues.

It was the same person as the suspect in the drug trafficking case that happened at Jiangcheng Port half a month ago.

The police already had a preliminary understanding of this suspect.

According to Shen Zhao's confession and description, because Shen Zhao was blindfolded all the time, he didn't see the other person's appearance, but based on the voice and tone, the approximate age is inferred to be similar.

In the police station, Song Ling took Shen Zhao to make a statement in the interrogation room.

The police comrade said: "The suspect we speculate is called Chen Dayu, a native of Licheng, who also had a criminal record in the police station. In the less murder case, people on the road called him Dahei, which is consistent with what Ms. Shen has heard as "Brother Hei". According to our police investigation, behind Chen Dayu there is a bigger gang involved in crimes and crimes. Organization, Ms. Shen, think about it carefully, did you encounter any strange things or people in the period before the incident?"

Shen Zhao sat there, thinking carefully with her eyes downcast, she really couldn't think of any strange things or people.

With confusion in her mind, she suddenly remembered in a daze that that day that hooligan named Da Hei seemed to have made a phone call with someone, and she vaguely heard the person calling the person on the phone Miss Jing.

The policeman looked up and asked, "Miss Jing?"

Shen Zhao hummed, and said, "I was in a coma that day, and I couldn't hear very clearly."

The policeman looked at them and asked, "Then do you know anyone named Miss Jing? Or someone with Jing in their name?"

Shen Zhao lowered his eyes lightly, but did not answer.Song Ling, on the other hand, subconsciously went into a trance when she heard that address.

If I guessed right, the last person Ah Zhao saw before the accident was Xiang Jin, Jin, Jing...

Seeing their silence, the police asked again, "Are there any other clues?"

Shen Zhao paused, his eyes fell on the empty table in front of him, hesitating for a while before he said slowly: "I have asked that person who is trying to harm me..."

Police Comrade: "What did he say?"

Shen Zhao: "He said that there is a word Ling in that person's name."

Song Ling was shocked. At the same time, the policeman also raised his eyes to look at her, stared at her quietly for a while, and then said meaningfully: "Your name also has a homophonic word Ling, isn't it?"

Song Ling pursed her lips, her face turned pale, she frowned and said, "It can't be me."

The policeman then asked, "Then do you know anyone with static characters in their names?"

Song Ling gritted her teeth tightly and did not speak.

After being silent for a while, Shen Zhao sat there with downcast eyes, and heard the person next to him say lightly: "I don't know."