Mao Shibai kissed Hong Mei'er's slightly pale lips, and the smell of blood made his heart churn.

Is this a farewell, a farewell to life?

There were tears in the red girl's eyes. The voice grew fainter.

Say, husband, I love you, I was wrong......

Hongmei'er coughed violently again, and blood kept gushing out of her mouth, more vivid than the most gorgeous flowers.

The bloody hand had fallen. Leaned his head in the crook of Mao Eighteen's arm and closed his eyes, as if he was asleep.

Wife, Mao Eighteen's shout was heartbreaking, so that the onlookers couldn't help but feel sour in their hearts when they listened to it.

Mao 18 picked up the body of the red girl and said, wife, you will be fine, you will be fine. I can't let you die. No.

Mao Eighteen gently put the red girl on the back seat, started the car, and the Passat rushed out like a sharp arrow off the string.

Mao 18 was still talking to Hong Mei'er, but Hong Mei'er couldn't hear it anymore.

At eleven o'clock at night, the First Hospital was devoid of the noise of the day, and the occasional painful patient could be seen wandering in the corridors.

Mao Eighteen's body was covered with blood, and the red girl lay in his arms and slept quietly.

Doctor, doctor, help, help.

Mao Eighteen's heart-rending shouts came from the corridor. The doctor in the duty room was taken aback.

Mao 18 stood at the door of the emergency room, waiting quietly, as if waiting for a fateful verdict.

Fifteen minutes later, the door of the emergency room opened, and Hong Mei'er was pushed out, and the doctor said, I'm sorry. We've done our best.

The last thing Mao Shibai wanted to hear finally came out of the doctor's mouth.

Mao 18 reached out and grabbed the doctor, his eyes blood-red.

The doctor felt his body detach from the ground little by little. It's hard to breathe.

At the moment when he felt suffocated, Mao Eighteen's hand let go.

The moment the doctor fell to the ground and breathed again, the doctor felt that the world was really beautiful.

Mao Eighteen's tears flowed. I haven't cried for many years, and Mao Eighteen can't remember it anymore. It feels so good to be able to cry. That's nice.

Mao Eighteen thought in his heart, why did you leave, didn't we say that we would stay together for the rest of our lives, didn't you say that you would give me a lot of children, but your promise has not been fulfilled yet, how can you leave.

Huzi, Liuzi, Xiaoqing, Huang Guangna, Feng Tang, Zhang Li, Zhai Chunguang, Zhao Xiaojiao, Zhao Ting, Mei'er, all came over one after another.

Mao Eighteen sat on the ground, her eyes glazed, Lan Lan looked at Mao Eighteen, she felt strange in her heart, she was glad that Hong Meier had such a man who liked him, even if it was dead, it was worth it.

She asked again and again in her heart, if Mao Shibai saw the things of Xiaobing and Hongmei'er, would it be like this.

Lan Lan didn't cry, and everyone thought it was strange. Xiaobing is his husband, why is Lan Lan so ruthless.

Lan Lan didn't have tears, because she felt that it was too unworthy to cry for a man who betrayed her.

Xiaohong has been looking at Lan Lan with cold eyes on the side. Du Yunduo too, she also felt strange. Because in her heart, Lan Lan is not such a person.

The two of them hid in the corner and whispered, did Lan Lan see something when she went back.

Xiaohong shook her head and said, I don't know, but I think there must be something here.

When a person dies, he is dead, and the living have to continue, although the statement is a little cold, but this is the reality, you see whose filial son and grandson followed the old man. In the end, it's not what to do, it's good to have filial piety on what festival to have a few pillars of incense, and then burn some paper money.

Among these young people, only the sixth son has experienced life and death parting, and he also knows how to deal with these things.

Hong Mei'er was stabbed to death by someone, and now she must call the police. The police can only spark the body after the case has been opened.

Although I don't know if I can find the murderer, I at least have a comfort.

Liuzi said to Huzi, you are familiar with the Public Security Bureau, call them over.

After a while, several policemen came, as well as forensic doctors.

All kinds of photos, all kinds of photos, and finally asked Lan Lan what was going on.

Lan Lan didn't say what happened in the room, only partially.

There were some problems with the coherence of the matter, and the police began to pick out the details.

Lan Lan scolded, Malegobi, if you have the ability, go to the murderer, what are you doing with me about these things.

The police weren't happy anymore and said, "Who do you think you are?" Talking to me like that.

Lan Lan said, fuck, my husband is fucking dead, I'm still afraid of what you're doing, anyway, there's no hope, and I'm fucking afraid of you.

Huzi came over and said, forget it, don't worry about him, I apologize to you for her.

The police left, and the six sons sparked the corpse of Xiaobing and the corpse of Hongmei'er.

Huzi disagreed, saying that the police had not yet given the results, and it was better to put them in the cold room first and talk about them after a while.

Liuzi said to pull a few down, what kind of calves, let them come over to check it is better for us to do it ourselves.

Huzi didn't speak, he felt as if he had been stabbed, he didn't care about these discussions when he wasn't a police officer before, but now it's different, why does it feel so awkward to listen to Liuzi's words.

The next day, Long Yi came over, Mao Eighteen still looked like he didn't say anything when he saw anyone, Long Yi accompanied Mao Eighteen all day, and only went back at night.

Long Yi bought a cemetery for two people in the Nanshan Cemetery in the city, and on the day of the funeral, there were a lot of cars, and the long black convoy was carrying white flowers, as you know, this was all for the face of Mao Eighteen.

On the way back from the cemetery, Mao Shibai said to Long Yi, big brother, thank you.

Long Yi was happy and said, it's been two days, and I finally saw you speak, it's really not easy, take care of yourself, or go to my Yunzhong Pavilion to live for a few days, and relax, so as not to go home and remember the past.

Mao 18 said no, some things always have to be faced by themselves.

Long Yi said, remember that I am your eldest brother, and call me if you have something.

Mao 18 said, you have a lot of things, you are busy. I'm fine.

Long Yi said, okay, remember, you are a big man, you have to stand up for everything.

Mao Eighteen nodded and got out of the car halfway, and Huzi drove the repaired Passat and waited for Mao Eighteen.

Mao 18 asked Huzi to come down and said, you go back, I will drive home by myself.

Huzi said, brother, are you okay, I'll go over and accompany you. Xiaoqing, they all came over. And Feng Tang them.

Mao 18 suddenly scolded, fucking fuck off, I want to clean up.