Chapter Ninety-Three: If You Don't Forgive, Don't Forgive

The voice asked again.

Du Qian clearly felt Yue Mo's hand on her waist tighten.

There was a sudden thump on the door, making a loud noise, but fortunately it wasn't opened.

The man banged twice on the outside, and the door was naturally firm.

Yue Mo's hand suddenly pressed her into her arms again, and turned around, making him turn his back to the door.

Du Qian's whole body was covered by him, and she couldn't see clearly what was going on by the door, and a bad premonition rose in her heart, she suddenly remembered something, and looked up to see Yue Mo's face, but he pressed it tightly and couldn't lift it up at all.

It wasn't until the gunshots rang out that Du Qian's pupils shrank sharply that he understood his intentions.

The man fired a shot first on the left, then in the middle, and just as Du Qian thought it was a false alarm, he fired a shot to the left.

The bullet passed through the cardboard box and through the flesh, and the man snorted and tightened his arm, and the smell of blood crept in.

It was probably the policeman's voice that was near, and Du Qian heard a lot of chaotic footsteps, as well as the laughter of men, followed by the shouts of the police.

At some point, her tears had soaked the collar of her sweater.

"Yuemo ......" Du Qian shouted softly, I don't know when it started, her voice was already hoarse, her hand touched his back indiscriminately, only touching a piece of wetness, and the tip of his nose was the smell of blood scattered from his body.

"Don't move, I'm fine, you let me hold for a while." Half of Yue Mo's body weight pressed on her, and her tone was slightly panting.

Du Qian's tears fell out of her eyes uncontrollably.

"You lied to me......" Du Qian was almost speechless, "How, how can it be okay......"

"It's fine, I'll just sleep for a while." Yue Mo buried her head in her arms, and her breath was fleeting and fragile.

Du Qian touched a handful of tears, "I, I'll go find Shen Jinshu...... I went to the doctor...... You, don't sleep, you wait for me to come back. ”

She gestured between her words to get up, Yue Mo stretched out her hand to pull her, in the darkness, only those eyes were shining, like the only star in the starry sky, like a glimmer of hope that urged people to move forward, piercing the dark sky, the only light encountered.

Du Qian clenched his hand and lowered his head, gritted his teeth in his tone, and said word by word: "If you dare to die, I will never forgive you in my life, if you die, I will take a little white face to your grave every day." ”

After speaking, she gently pushed Yue Mo away, took out a pistol from him, walked to the door and froze for a while, but finally did not look back, and kept moving forward.

Yue Mo lowered his eyes, pulled out a smile, and stood up against the wall, "If you don't forgive, don't forgive." ”

I don't want to ask for your forgiveness, because I am the one who brings the pain of life and death.

I don't even expect you to remember me all the time.

Life has burned for you, and that's enough.

Sometimes, there is never sunlight outside the door, but because it is where the heart is, there are still people who are willing to die.

The hull of the ship swayed from time to time, signaling that a storm was coming.

Du Qian barely stood on her heels against the wall, alert to the movements around her.

She walked forward step by step, expecting to see the police, but also afraid to see the man.

A few people ran past the man just now, and it should be the police, which means that the police are following the man very closely.

She hid in the shadows and pondered for a moment, leaning against the wall and carefully raising her legs to go upstairs.

The doctor's room for those two men should be on the third floor, and I don't know if they ran out.

Footsteps suddenly sounded behind him, and Du Qian froze instantly.

On the deck, a man in a puppet mask walked over, his gaze seemed to pause where Du Qian was, and then strode away.

Du Qian could barely breathe, and only when she saw the man leave, she exhaled softly.

She walked very lightly and quickly reached the third floor.

There were more than twenty rooms on the third floor, and she didn't know where the two doctors lived, and she didn't dare to make any sound, so she had to push open the door to the first room.

The room was a mess and there was no one.

Several of the rooms in the middle were open and empty.

In the thirteenth room, Du Qian gently pushed the door, and the door opened.

But at that moment, a corpse on the door suddenly drooped, its head tilted, and it seemed to be smiling at Du Qian.

Du Qian almost screamed, took two steps back and sat down, and stumbled away against the wall, the room behind was either corpses or splattered blood.

Du Qian endured the nausea and opened the last door, but after opening the door, she suddenly came to her senses.

On this floor, there is not a single room that is locked.

Will...... What a coincidence?

There was a white lab coat hanging at the door, the room was clean, and there was a medical kit looming above the table.

Du Qian walked in and opened the box, and the light outside the window made her barely make out that it was a medical box.

As soon as she bit her lip, she grabbed it and immediately walked out the door, when suddenly there was movement behind her, a squeak.

Du Qian's whole person paused, and turned around to look a little stiffly.

There was no one, only the window, which had been opened a little, probably because it was too windy on the ship tonight.

Du Qian took a long breath, turned her head, and a face suddenly came up, the wet touch mixed with the heavy smell of blood, stimulating her every feeling.

"Found you." The hoarse voice laughed.

Du Qian turned her eyes to meet the person's bloodshot but excited eyes, which made her a little disgusted.

It was just a sudden start, she had forgotten the discomfort in her stomach, burst out with a scream, and gradually retreated, falling on the bed.

Ralph stood in the doorway and looked at her like this, with a faint smile, "Little sheep, I found you, shouldn't I fulfill the promise - let me, kill you?" ”

"Crazy! Don't come here! Du Qian roared in a low voice.

Something seemed to be wrong with the touch of the big bed under her, and she immediately stood up straight, lifted the quilt, and the scene that introduced her into her eyes made her bend over and vomit.

On the bed were two dismembered corpses, more, Du Qian didn't want to describe.

Ralph frowned, "That's not cute, little sheep." ”

"I'm pregnant." Du Qian stared at him and whispered, "If you kill me, you will kill the unborn child in my womb." ”

Ralph squinted, "You're threatening me?" ”

Du Qian ignored him and continued: "How pitiful he is, for the sake of a perverted selfish desire, he doesn't have time to look at the world, just as pitiful as this pervert."

"No, it's still pitiful for this pervert."

She said, her piercing gaze glancing lightly, with a surprising calmness.

"You're pitiful!" Ralph sneered, "You're dying!" You're the most pitiful! ”

"When I'm dead, at least my husband will always remember me, and who will remember you when you're dead?" Du Qian pulled out a smile, "People who live in the shadows don't deserve to be remembered." ”