"Wang Ying, let's go."

While I was stunned, I heard this voice around me.

My whole body suddenly came to my senses, and I walked out of the toilet with my feet and followed the steps of Meng Luo in front of me. There is a light in the hallway, it doesn't look very dark, it's many times better than the smell of the toilet, but it's not as good as the legend, and the smell of disinfectant water unique to hospitals is still permeating the surroundings.

"Meng Luo, what are you doing?"

Suddenly I began to feel curious about the movements of Meng Luo in front of me, he opened the wards from time to time, the room was quiet and terrible, as if there was no one but there were people, I could clearly see the patient lying on the bed and the family members who accompanied them, but at the moment they were as quiet as a painting, the whole freeze there, not at all like a living person, but I could see their vitality from the careful equipment next to them, although they were sleeping at the moment, but they were still alive.

"I'm just looking."

Meng Luo's voice was as calm as ever, everything in front of me didn't affect him in the slightest, I just looked at him quietly, didn't make a sound, his whole person seemed so unreal to me, so incomprehensible, I didn't even understand what kind of person he was after getting along for so long, let alone why he was willing to help me.

"Meng Luo, let's go upstairs, Yang Shuo should be in his office."

I opened my mouth to guess, and he said that this was my personal guess rather than a kind of intuition on my part as a woman, and my intuition told me that Yang Shuo should be in his office, and this feeling deepened as we moved closer and closer to his office.

Finally, we came to the door of Yang Shuo's office, the door was not closed, but gently covered outside, I just stretched out my hand and pushed, and it was instantly pushed open by me.

As soon as I entered the door, I saw a mobile phone that was not too far away, and it was very familiar to me. If I'm not mistaken, it should be Yang Shuo's.

I stepped forward and bent down to pick it up, it was dead in my hand. It can be seen that this phone has been here for at least one day. When I came down and looked straight ahead, there was another sight, a sight I couldn't speak, and there was chaos all around, completely different from the first time I was invited in. At that time, I still remember that this place gave me a clean, tidy and faint retro atmosphere, but this time it was different, it was messy as if it had been abandoned by its owner for a long time, and it did not show its original style at all.

I was puzzled by what was going on, and in the midst of my incomprehension I stepped forward, and although the table was still messy, I saw a note that I hadn't had time to put together, but when I saw the words on it, I knew what was going on.

It wasn't anyone else who messed up Yang Shuo's office. It was him, and the handwriting on this notebook seemed to be not just a few lines of neatly written handwriting, but a kind of suicide note that I didn't know how long I could hold on.

Speaking of the suicide note, I had to review the words in the notebook in front of me again.

I was going crazy, I went through all the sources, even the famous professors, and finally there was nothing to be done about this sudden illness, they were sick without warning, they slept as if they were dead, but I knew they were still alive. I just can't wake up, and I still can't do anything, and not only that, I feel like my time is running out

The handwriting stopped at this point. I don't know what the meaning of his next ellipsis is, but I do know that he still has a lot to say.

"Yang Shuo!"

"Yang Shuo!"

I immediately started shouting, I don't know why I shouted like this, maybe there is still a kind of luck, but I know that there is little hope for this kind of luck, otherwise Yang Shuo would not hang up the phone suddenly.

"Shhhh Don't be noisy."

Meng Luo suddenly reached out and covered my mouth. I was a little surprised.

"Woohoo"

"Woohoo"

"What sound?"

I whispered quietly, but it grew smaller and smaller because my mouth was hidden.

"Crying."

I don't know how Meng Luo determined it, but he said it with great certainty, as if he already knew something.

"Yang Shuo's office is so decent, how can there be a child's cry."

This time, my voice was noticeably louder, perhaps because Meng Luo had already let go of his hand.

"Can you be quieter!"

Meng Luo spoke up again to stop me from doing this. I finally fell silent, and I realized that I was emotionally disturbed, even too excited, and I had to calm down.

While I controlled myself, I looked at Meng Luo who was patrolling around at the moment with my eyes from time to time, he seemed to be looking for something, did he really find something, what was just now really not my auditory hallucination, but the cry of a child?

"Come out!"

Suddenly, his movements stopped, walked to Yang Shuo's huge bookcase, and shouted coldly at the bookcase.

At first, I wondered what this Meng Luo was screaming at a cabinet where no one could be hidden, but then I saw something strange, the books on the lower level of the bookshelf began to fall outward, and a bulging little butt leaked out of it, followed by his little red face.

"This"

I was obviously shocked, but I just opened my mouth to look at the child in front of me with a pair of big black eyes, he was very beautiful, but there was an indescribable tiredness between his eyebrows. This forced me to pay more attention to him.

"Who are you, are you here to arrest me?"

He pouted aggrievedly, looking pitiful.

"What are you doing here?"

Meng Luo opened his mouth fiercely, of course, at this moment, Meng Luo is sensible, but at the moment, this little guy obviously doesn't eat this, and he actually sat on the ground and cried "wow".

"Meng Luo, get out of the way."

I poked Meng Luo's waist with my arm, pushed him to the side, raised my feet and stepped forward, squatting on the ground and looking at the crying little guy.

Meng Luo also knew each other, and turned sideways, although he was not very reluctant, but he finally got out of the way and no longer looked at the little guy in front of him with such vicious eyes.

I squatted down gently, smiled at the little man in front of me, and got up a lot, he was a boy, but he looked a little girly, in short, it looked like the kind of master who cried when he touched it. (To be continued.) )