Dr. Qin sat in front of the computer and monitored all kinds of data, and when he saw that Gu Yu's brain was abnormal, he asked, "Is it day or night?" ”

The voice was processed through a voice changer and turned into a long, mysterious voice that reached Gu Yu's ears.

In her dream, she suddenly heard someone asking her questions, and she looked around, and it was pitch black.

"It's dark, it's dark." She muttered dreaming.

"Sunny or rainy?"

"It's raining."

"Thunder and lightning?"

"Thunder and lightning."

Dr. Qin opened the background music library on the computer, and the sound of thunder poured into her ears, accompanied by the sound of rushing rain.

Gu Yu's brows furrowed, his fists clenched, and the sweat drops on his forehead began to flow down his cheeks.

The realistic background music gives birth to her memories

Terrible lightning cleaved the sky like tree roots, and then the sky and the earth became darker, and the rain poured down.

She hadn't eaten for a long time, her head was dizzy, her lips were shivering, her body was jolted, and her nose was full of the smell of feet and plastic mixed together, which made her sick to her stomach.

With her hazy eyes open, she saw a figure in a rectangular rearview mirror diagonally above through the gap between the back of the chair.

She tried to keep her eyes open, but the figure was still very blurry, her head was so dizzy, and all she saw was double vision.

She narrowed her eyes, and the man's appearance became clearer, as if he was bald, and his small pupils wandered into the excessive whites of his eyes staring at her insidiously, watching the road ahead and observing her reactions.

Her eyelids were getting heavier and heavier, and she had become like this since she had been injected with the poison needle, but her mind was clear, she just couldn't move.

She didn't understand why the driver, whom she didn't know, suddenly stuck a poison needle in her thigh, or what he would do to herself.

She wanted to cry for help, but the sound in her throat and eyes was like a mosquito buzzing.

I don't know how long she was unconscious in the car, but she woke up and heard him on the phone.

"Baby, I've arrived in Youzhou. I'll definitely get it for you. Isn't it easy to kill her? Don't be too upset, you'll be fine" The voice was inelastic and dry, and it made my ears tingle and annoying to listen to.

As soon as she heard the word death, she was very frightened, and the energy that came out of nowhere, took advantage of his inattention, and slammed open the car door and fled.

But her legs were weak and she didn't run a few steps before she fell.

The man chased after her and stood in front of her.

In the lightning, she could see his appearance clearly: a scar on his right eyebrow.

Heaven and earth returned to darkness.

Another flash of lightning, and she saw his grinning teeth, very unaligned, and the iron rod in his hand raised high.

She watched the rod press down like the dark sky, and she didn't even have the strength to scream, and she suffered a heavy blow to the top of her head, and the feeling of her brain bursting out of her brain hurt deeply.

Hot blood and icy rain covered her face like a net, and she lost consciousness again.

She felt that she was really unwilling to die, and that life was as tenacious as a seed under a stone. She was just admitted to the conservatory of her long-awaited choice, she wanted to go to school, she hadn't seen her father yet, and she still had many dreams, how could she die so easily?

I don't know who I have offended, my life is only 18 years old, and the flowers that have just bloomed must be so cruelly strangled.

She woke up again in a daze.

The air was stuffy and smelled of gasoline. She wanted to vomit, her hands and feet were tied, and her body was wrapped in a burlap bag and she couldn't move. Her head hurt and dizzy, and she tried to open her eyes, but she didn't have the strength to do so.

There was the sound of metal colliding, and a creak similar to that of a door being opened. Then, a cool air entered her nose.

"What is it?" There is a person (A) asking, in a very small voice.

She wanted to scream, but her mouth was stuffed, her cheeks were sore, her throat was sore, and her lips were cracked with blood.

She just wanted to drink water, and if she didn't drink any more water, she felt like she was going to collapse again.

Whose hand touched her.

"A sack of stuff." Another person (b) excitedly said, "It's hot, it's soft, I don't know what it is." ”

"As long as it's worth more than dead pork, one bag for another, so coincidentally, you don't have to unload the burlap bag. Hey, hey, hey, "A's laughter was hard to hear.