For the next few days, Ruan Dazhi never showed up again, not even a phone call.

The suspects had already fled, and under the questioning of the police, I briefly recalled the experience, choked up several times, collapsed several times, and the huge pain and psychological shadow made me lose a lot of hair. Except for Brother Monkey, no one came to see me. Brother Monkey said that the fewer people who knew about this matter, the better, so he helped me hide it. It's just that my job is probably not saved, my bad mood makes me unable to take care of work, and I don't even answer the phone call from the company, and Brother Monkey is not related to me, and I have no position to go to the company to say anything more for me.

He comforted me generously, he said: "Sister, don't be afraid, I have the money, I will make up for your deducted salary, you don't have to worry about anything, just take care of your illness." ”

I looked at him, I didn't know what to say, my words became less and less, I was directly nervously broken by the details repeatedly asked by the police, Brother Monkey saw that I was exhausted, so he coaxed and persuaded Yan Yan to send Ruan Dazhi.

When he came back, he said angrily: "I've never seen such a man like fucking, and if such a big thing happens to my wife, just ignore it, and say don't be embarrassed." Sister, forget it, let's not bother with him. When you are well, divorce him, instead of waiting for him to not want you, it is better for you to take the initiative to clear the relationship. As for what happened to you, I have already explained the stakes to him, and I guess he won't just tell anyone, don't worry. ”

I nodded, then reluctantly said two words: "Thank you".

From time to time, the police asked me about the progress of the case, which added a lot of pressure to my already traumatized heart. The days when I was lying alone in the hospital and no one cared for me made my heart gradually fall silent like ashes. I don't know how my life is going to go, I don't know how to face my parents, and I don't know how to raise my face in the future.

There has been no clear progress in the case, the police said that those people were some ruffians, wandering around committing crimes, uncertain, unidentified, two hours after the incident they found me in the dilapidated warehouse, the reason why they found out that I was someone called the police, but the person who called the police also used a public phone, it was a woman, I guess it was the insensitive woman, probably afraid that I would really die, so I moved compassion and called the police.

The gang ran away at that time, and the police investigated the owner of the warehouse, only to be told that they were just casual temporary workers at that time, and they did not even leave the identity information of the other party. The woman's ID card was there, but the police found that the identity information was fake at all. Everything became a mystery, and the investigation was closed.

In order to comfort me, the police told me that they would not disclose this matter to the public, and that they would always go back to me, and that they had taken DNA information from my body, and if they found any clues, they would definitely continue to investigate to the end.

I turned sideways and stopped facing the police, but said softly: "I hope you don't bother me again in the future, whether there is a result or not, I want to forget about this matter." As for those who hurt me, I hope you don't let them go. If they dare to do this to me, they will do the same to other women in the future. ”

After I finished speaking, I closed my eyes in pain, Brother Monkey sent the police away, and when he came back, he looked at me without saying a word, and then said, "Sister, otherwise we will be discharged from the hospital, you stay in the hospital all day, and you are not in a good mood." I've asked the doctor and you're basically cured. ”

I still don't know what my physical condition is, I don't know how far the hemorrhage has ruined my body, the child must have left me, or he has been regarded by me as a weapon of trade since the embryo, and has never been regarded as my own flesh and blood. Perhaps, this is also God's punishment for me, so that this scheming woman can suffer such a fate.

At that moment, thinking of that child, thinking of the things that have happened in the past few months, I hate myself, it was I who made my path a dead end step by step, it was my greed that swallowed the elephant, and finally ended up like this.

It's just that I'm not reconciled. Why is it that others can still be chic and happy when they take shortcuts, and I am comfortable painting, but I am just greedy for a little enjoyment, and I have fallen to this point? Fate...... When was it fair?