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"Xiao Zhen, what's wrong with your throat? Why is your voice so hoarse and dry? Zhang Xue said nervously.

Do I hear a different voice than they hear in their ears? Bing Qingcheng took advantage of them talking and peeked at the home address that Xiao Zhen left when he was hospitalized.

"It's fine, it's just a cut in the throat." Xiao Zhen didn't seem to care about her voice at all, just looked at Bing Qingcheng, "Who is she?" ”

"Bing Qingcheng, my adults called me to replace them." Bing Qingcheng replied.

"Will you go to a funeral? Just tomorrow afternoon. Xiao Zhen said.

"Of course I will." It's really inexplicable, I said that I came instead of an adult, why did he have to ask me. Bing Qingcheng replied.

"If it's okay, you can go first, I still have something to do." Xiao Zhen said.

"What are you talking about?" Yang Ming said dissatisfied, "We are all good friends of yours, since I am here, I should help you, you can be useful to me, just say." ”

"You're back, you shouldn't have gone to see your parents first." Xiao Zhen said, "Then help me take care of where Bing Qingcheng lives at night." ”

After Xiao Zhen finished speaking, he left alone.

"Xiao Zhen's transformation is really big." Yang Ming said, "He wasn't like this before, and I didn't know his face before I came. ”

"Maybe it's just a small injury." Zhang Xue comforted.

"You don't know what happened to him?" Bing Qingcheng said, "Shall we ask his attending doctor?" ”

Three days from the counter just asked Xiao Zhen's attending doctor, but I didn't expect this doctor to be doing surgery. The three of them had to wait outside.

"This doctor is doing emergency surgery." Bing Qingcheng looked at the information file posted on the wall of the hospital.

After waiting for a long time, the doctor came out of the operating room, and after communicating with the family who had just changed clothes, the three of them seized the opportunity and surrounded them.

"You mean Xiao Zhen, this child? He's really pathetic. The doctor said.

According to the doctor's recollection, Xiao Zhen was sent by the fire department and was covered in blood, but the wounds were concentrated on the head and face. There were many sharp glass ballasts that pierced his face and neck, and one of them got stuck in his vocal cords, injuring his vocal cords. There was a corrosive liquid on those glasses, so the burned meat next to it had to be removed from Xiao Zhen's face, which was resistant to anesthetics.

Zhang Xue's frightened fingers turned white, and Yang Ming trembled a little. For them, enduring the pain and having the flesh cut off their faces is simply more terrifying than death.

"Didn't his father send it?" Bing Qingcheng asked.

"No, it is said that his father died at the time of the rescue and was taken directly to the funeral home. The poor child, he couldn't rest assured of his father, and the day after the operation, he ran to the funeral home. ”

The three of them left the hospital with a heavy heart, and at the newsstand on the side of the road, Bing Qingcheng saw an eye-catching newspaper and bought it.

"Bing Qingcheng, aren't you still unsure of where to stay at night?" The silent Zhang Xue suddenly proposed, "Come and live in my house, we also have a care for each other." ”

"It's not good to live in your house." Bing Qingcheng excused himself.

Yang Ming explained that now Zhang Xue's stepfather is only at home in Zhang Xue's family, and he is worried that Zhang Xue is not safe.

Are the two girls safe? Bing Qingcheng complained, but the system did not give her a place to book accommodation in advance, and the funds given to her were very small, so Bing Qingcheng had to accept it.

When I arrived at Zhang Xue's house, fortunately, Zhang Xue's stepfather was not at home, and Bing Qingcheng saw the photos on the wall.

The photo looks like a middle-aged couple in their forties taken not long ago, and behind them is a young, about eighteen or nineteen years old, a beautiful young and beautiful girl, somewhat reluctantly putting her hand on her parents' arms.

"Is this you?" Bing Qingcheng was surprised.

"Well, it's me, my mother and I still want my stepfather." Zhang Xue said.

"The picture was beautiful." Bing Qingcheng praised, what surprised her really was that the photos she saw were still normal, beautiful girls, charming mothers and somewhat slippery uncles, everyone's faces were bare, white, and there was nothing strange about them.

The face I see is supposed to be an illusion, but why is it happening? Bing Qingcheng thought.

Zhang Xue said that she was looking for something to eat, went to the kitchen, turned on the TV and asked Bing Qingcheng to watch.

Bing Qingcheng opened the newspaper he had just bought on the road.

It said that a thirteen-year-old boy had suddenly disappeared. On that day, the teenager went to school as usual and came home from school, but he did not return home. The family searched all over the Internet café and bookstore, but the teenager could not find him anywhere he could. After the police investigation, it was learned that the teenager did not have any conflicts with his teachers and classmates at school that day, and there was no such thing as him running away from home.

Now that the teenager has been missing for a week and has not been heard from, the police have begun to find out whether the teenager has been trafficked or killed, because according to the teenager's family, the teenager has been in contact with homeless people, and some of them may have escaped.

Bing Qingcheng looked at other news, and there was a follow-up report on it, which was that a civilian staff member with the pseudonym Zhen produced toxic gases during the experiment at home, and he was poisoned to death on the spot, and his gambling money was seriously injured by the subsequent explosion when he rescued him, although he was sent to the hospital in time to save his name, but he was seriously disfigured by chemicals.

According to neighbors, Zhen is closed all year round, and his son is taking care of him at home. The reporter learned that Zhen died with a beard all over his face, scary hair long, and a foul smell. It is said that he never took a bath, did not clean his room, and his son once tried to help him trim his hair, but he beat him up instead.

According to expert analysis, Zhen may have suffered from serious mental illness before his death.

Therefore, care for mental health, protect the spiritual pure land, a certain psychological outpatient clinic, has abundant medical resources, comfortable environment, and ...... service attitude

There is nothing of value left, and obituaries are in the newspapers, is there a friend who never goes out to attend the funeral? According to the description in the newspaper, will Xiao Zhen have a useless obituary for Qian Deng? It was not published by reporters and newspapers.

Bing Qingcheng put down the newspaper, and it was also news on TV, and it was still about the missing teenager.

The teenager's mother snorted and cried in front of the camera, she didn't believe that her son was likely to have suffered an accident, and stubbornly thought that he was just playing outside.

Bing Qingcheng couldn't help but feel sad when she looked at the haggard appearance of this woman whose hair had begun to turn gray.

One of the things she said caught Bing Qingcheng's attention.