A wave of dizziness hit, Su Huanchuan unconsciously closed her eyes, and when she came back to her senses, she found herself back in that dark space. For some reason, these memories were intermittent and very short-lived, which undoubtedly made it more difficult for her to find out the truth.

After reading Duan Chun's sensational memory, Su Huanchuan was uncomfortable enough to get any information, and she didn't feel depressed. And she could realize that these memories were not in vain, but these two memories consumed most of her strength, causing her to be very sleepy now.

I don't know what will happen if I fall asleep in this kind of ghost place, will I see you directly in the next life? The strong desire to survive made Su Huanchuan give up the act of dying by looking at all her memories, but she accidentally entered the memory space, and she was a little unwilling to leave like this, so she carefully selected for a long time, and she picked a piece of paper that looked the most unfamiliar in the scene, trying to find some clues.

The moment he touched the piece of paper, the scene changed again. On a cold day, in an abandoned house without doors and windows, the wind was pouring goose feathers and heavy snow into it. Su Huanchuan couldn't help but shudder, wanting to find a corner of the house to shelter from the wind, but when she turned around, she was caught off guard and saw a scene that she would never forget.

Chu Ling, who was naked, was tied to a chair, his body trembled violently uncontrollably, his body was covered with ice cubes frozen by blood, his hands, feet and knees were pierced by bullets, and his handsome face was already unrecognizable.

Su Huanchuan seemed to have been smashed with a stick, and sat on the ground on the spot. The facts that she had been deliberately avoiding were being presented to her too directly. Su Huanchuan kept telling herself that the collapse and deformation was the most bottom-line description she could accept for Chu Ling's corpse, but in fact, Chu Ling's corpse could only be barely called complete, so that she couldn't stand still after just one look, and sat outside the farewell hall until the little soldier sent the urn.

So this place...... Is it the place where Lao Chu was killed?

Su Huanchuan struggled to get up, and looked out desperately against the wind at the window, wanting to find some useful clues, and also to make herself look at the dying Chu Ling less. But outside the window, there was nothing in the white, obviously these scenes did not exist in Chu Ling's memory.

"...... Sister Chuan'er...... I'm freezing to death......"

Afraid of something, Chu Ling just spoke at this time, and called her name, Su Huanchuan covered her mouth tremblingly, and tried her best to keep her crying low. She had to listen to Chu Ling's words no matter how worried she was, in order to find the real murderer who killed him, she had to grit her teeth and endure this memory even if she read it a hundred times.

Chu Ling struggled to raise his head, looked at the light from the light bulb with his only remaining eye, and a smile appeared on the corner of his mouth, "If only you could cover me for a while......"

Su Huanchuan rushed towards Chu Ling with an arrow step, but this time she pounced, passed through Chu Ling's holographic projection-like body, and rushed directly to the opposite side. Chu Ling was still shivering like chaff, and let out a suppressed hoarse moan from time to time.

The intense grief was like an electric drill, which made Su Huanchuan feel painful. She couldn't help it, closed her eyes tightly, and yelled at Chu Ling heartbreakingly, "You tell me! Who hurt you?Who hurt you?!"

However, Chu Ling's dying voice was not affected by her, and continued to resonate to himself.

"I'm sorry, daughter-in-law, I'm ...... I want to go home...... But I can't go back......"

The gunfire exploded behind him, and Su Huanchuan turned around sharply, and his right fist swung out uncontrollably, heading straight for the muzzle.