The day was already very difficult, with a few square walls, plus a window that was too small for a child to get into, and a small side of the sky outside the window.

Even a few white clouds and a few drops of drizzle were reluctant to blink their eyes one more time, almost greedily wanting to access all the information they could access from the outside world.

Nearly a year of solitary confinement couldn't help but destroy Wen Mo's body, and it also made her extremely mentally exhausted and on the verge of collapse, and the only thing that supported her to survive may be the last madness of buying Hemuti in B City before she was kidnapped by Cui Zhijia.

has been a police officer for more than ten years, and the only thing that can make Wen Mo feel at ease is where his responsibilities lie. In her life of more than 30 years, in addition to work or work, looking back, I can't help but sigh, I can't talk about regret or not, I can't see it, I can't figure it out, I can't let it go, I can't give it up, I can't bear it.

I don't know if nearly a year has been like water, whether she has already been on the police's sacrifice list, and was able to be buried in a dignified manner, mourned by the research room and other colleagues she knew, and then threw her new police uniform into the crematorium and burned it, and got some names before and after, and slowly forgotten, until recently, there is no trace, and she still has to wait here half-dead, guarding the last bit of hope, only hoping that Li Lao will catch Maihemuti from her last phone call, and find out that she is not in a good situation, so as to follow the vine and touch the melon, Find Cui Zhijia's place to stay and save himself from Ascension.

This little hope has already become Wen Mo's lingering demon now, she can't bear to live like a dog, even if the day after day of waiting always turns into despair after the sun sets in the evening, but she still stubbornly drills out of her heart after the sun rises again, even if she is as firm as her, she is about to be unable to go on.

Thinking that maybe in the near future, I can't help but find ways to end a life that may never be meaningful again, and I can't even see the bones again, or maybe in the future, my heart is as calm as water, and I can survive like a walking corpse, but I will die in this remote hut in the deep mountains and old forests, Wen Mo can't tell the bitterness in his heart.

Living is far more difficult than seeking death, life is better than death, there is probably no better situation than these four words.

For 365 days and nights, Wen Mo used her pointed nails to draw straight characters on the wall, constantly reminding herself that those hands, which were not beautiful before, were now pale and thin like chicken feet, and the green veins under the skin seemed to be overwhelmed and as fragile as if they were about to break at any time.

Wen Mo put down her hand, with a wry smile on the corner of her mouth, Cui Zhijia was far more ruthless than she imagined. When she was arrested at the beginning, although she was still not free, Cui Zhijia thought she was pregnant, and she was somewhat pityful, afraid that she would accidentally toss her to death, so she fed her very delicious and delicious for two months, and her words were gentle, and her demeanor was even more humble and gentlemanly.

But after two months, Wen Mo's belly didn't grow at all, but the red that she hadn't seen for a few months came as scheduled, what was Cui Zhijia's expression at that time? The face is not only green, it is so green that it is black.

Think about the fact that I have served for a long time with gentleness and moderation, but it turns out to be fake!

originally thought that Wen Mo was pregnant for an unknown number of months, and the child's father was a nationally wanted criminal, and this child should not be seen in the light, so when the melon was ripe, as long as he mastered the child, Wen Mo would have to fiddle with it as much as he wanted? The child's life is in his hands, and she doesn't dare to play any tricks! As long as Wen Mo can accept the softness, in the future in this land, they will have a small leisurely life, how to use it like now, although most of the people in the village are simple, although they are a little curious about his arrival, they don't think much about it, and they haven't bothered them too much, but Cui Zhijia has a ghost in his heart, and the suspicion of stealing an axe is a haunt, on the way to see Wen Mo, even if he meets someone casually, he is like a frightened bird, and his life is also very difficult.

Okay, a good calculation, it has become a void, Cui Zhijia's patience has also reached the limit, without saying a word, Wen Mo will be beaten up, there is no room to start, at that time, Wen Mo's abdominal pain is unbearable, and he has been confined indoors for a long time, his physical strength has declined, he is not Cui Zhijia's opponent under anger at all, he still has some strength to fight back before, and he can only protect his head after a few hits, and the rest is that he has to endure it if he doesn't want to.

It wasn't until the blood from the corner of Wen Mo's mouth was stimulated that Cui Zhijia barely regained his senses, looked at Wen Mo who fell to the ground and didn't know who was going wrong, and ran out with her in his arms.

That was the only time Wen Mo left this room in the past year, but she didn't wake up, and only a few days after that in the hospital, Cui Zhijia didn't leave an inch, plus her ribs were broken and bruised in the lungs, and she was unable to escape, and finally returned to this cage.

Thinking about the last time I was injured, it was really dangerous, and it can be regarded as a blessing in disguise.

The nausea, vomiting and abdominal pain in the past few months are all because of pancreatitis, and the symptoms that were originally quite treatable have dragged on for many days, and they have gradually become serious.

Cui Zhijia has a ghost in his heart, of course, it is impossible to put Wen Mo in the hospital to live and recuperate, and when he saw that Wen Mo's internal bleeding stopped, he insisted on going through the discharge procedures no matter what the doctor said. The doctor had no choice but to send Wen Mo away with a sympathetic face.

It's a pity that Cui Zhijia is so shrewd that he doesn't even let Wen Mo go to the toilet alone, and he also preaches everywhere that his wife's spirit is a little abnormal, if you say anything crazy, please don't take it to heart or something, so that Wen Mo has no way to ask for help, although the doctors know that most of her injuries are from Cui Zhijia's hands, but she has been a doctor for too long, and she is used to seeing life and death, except for lamenting that her life is not good, no one has gone to investigate.

With Wenmo's current physical condition that she needs help to even walk, she chose to be silent very sensibly, there is only one chance, she can't and doesn't dare to gamble with her life.

The blow of double illness, the overwhelming psychological pressure, no matter how thick Wen Mo's nerves are, it is impossible to maintain a normal heart, and he can't use any other great principles to comfort him, and his relatively strong body bones are rapidly emaciating at a speed visible to the naked eye, with the twilight atmosphere that only the elderly have, and she maintains a posture of looking up at the sky every day, as if everything in the outside world has nothing to do with her.

Cui Zhijia also seemed to be a little unreasonable, except for the delivery of food, it was easy not to hang in front of Wen Mo, which made Wen Mo breathe a sigh of relief, his eyes with a strong possessiveness were really disgusting, every time he swept his body, Wen Mo couldn't help but shiver.

Gotta get out, definitely!