"What a beautiful jasmine, what a beautiful jasmine, fragrant and beautiful full of branches, fragrant and white people praise, I have the heart to pick one to wear, and I'm afraid that others will scold me~"

This jasmine song is in a southern minor, and the song itself has a melody of grievance, coupled with the faint crying in the woman's singing, for a while, Jiang Qiao had the urge to cry.

"What do you want?" Jiang Qiao saw that she didn't respond for a long time, so she asked tremblingly.

"Do you understand me?" The woman didn't look back, swaying leisurely in her rocking chair.

The rocking chair swayed back and forth, and Jiang Qiao's heart followed it, she didn't understand what the woman meant, so she had to ask, "I don't understand, what do you want me to understand?" ”

The woman turned her head suddenly, her face was as pale as frost, and her countenance was considered beautiful, but her eyebrows drooped obliquely, and her face became very strange, almost like a hanged man on the stage.

I have to say that the melancholy "Jasmine" minor tune just now matches her very well, and singing such a charm from her mouth does not feel disobedient at all.

"If you don't work well, no one loves you, and you still have a genetic curse and the imprint of your past life in your blood, you, like me, are failures in this society, destined to be looked down upon and despised."

Jiang Qiao was embarrassed by what she said, the woman's words were heart-wrenching, and they were directly to the point, which was something she had never wanted to face and dared not face, and it had been buried deep in her heart.

"Ahh Don't talk about it. Jiang Qiao covered his ears and yelled, but when he raised his eyes, he saw that the shaking rocking chair was empty. She hurriedly turned her head to look for it, but when she turned around, she was face to face with an upside-down face, so close that she could even clearly see her own reflection in the pupils.

"Ah, don't come here." Jiang Qiao was shocked, reflexively stepped back, but he didn't know what he stepped on, his feet slipped, and he was sitting on the rocking chair.

"Come on, I can give you the strength to punish those who look down on you." The upside-down figure slowly straightened up, and the woman looked at her with a smile.

Jiang Qiao's mind flashed quickly to the pictures of the past, harassing her boss, and giving her a colleague who wore small shoes... Even at the front table where she had pulled her braids a long time ago, Jiang Qiao shook his head, tried his best to suppress the anger that was gradually surging up in his heart, and shouted: "Only by living better than them is the best revenge." ”

"Little Joe, Little Joe? Wake up, wake up? ”

Jiang Qiao slowly opened her eyes, only to find that she was lying on the dining table, and Jiang's mother's familiar voice reassured her and dispelled the feeling of fear she had just felt.

"How can you fall asleep on the table and yell." Mother Jiang touched her forehead with concern, found that her hands were a little hot, and exclaimed, "You have a fever, hurry, go to bed and rest." ”

"I yelled? What did I say? Jiang Qiao touched his forehead, his hands were covered with sweat, and he was really a little hot, but the cold feeling on his body disappeared.

"What to look down on, by the way, you still sing." Mother Jiang frowned and poured her a glass of water.

"Singing?" Jiang Qiao recalled the situation in the dream, what she dreamed of was indeed Jasmine, but what did she want to say to herself?

By the way, I obviously made an appointment with Jiang Li to go to the hospital, why did I fall asleep, "What time is it, Mom?" ”

"It's past 10 o'clock, what's wrong? When I came back from playing mahjong, I saw you sitting here sleeping. Jiang's mother looked at the clock.

"I won't eat anymore, I have to go to Jiang Li." Jiang Qiao stood up and prepared to call Jiang Li's home.

Dididi, before I could dial it, the phone rang first.

Jiang Qiao picked up the phone, Mao Daxin gasped and said hurriedly: "Go and inform Jiang Li, Gu Chaoxing has an accident." ”

"Huh?!"

By the time Jiang Li and Jiang Qiao arrived at the hospital, the corridor of the hospital was already full of police and melon-eating people. The police who maintained order at the scene kept clearing people out, but there were already many patients on this floor, and they couldn't drive away all the patients who originally lived here.

Jiang Qiao pulled Jiang Li and squeezed in, while complaining: "It's good to come early, there won't be an accident, why should I go home and sleep." ”

"As soon as I said I would come at 11 o'clock at night, you said you were going home and went to sleep."

Jiang Li was stunned in the crowd, if it weren't for Jiang Qiao dragging him forward, according to his personality, he might have run away and gone home, there was no way, Jiang Li's big death hole was afraid of many people.

"This, this way." Mao Daxin stood anxiously at the door, and saw the two of them coming towards them from afar, waving at them.

Jiang Qiao stopped at the door of the ward, and she glanced at the ward number: "Intensive care ward - Gu Chaoxing."

Without waiting for Mao Daxin to speak, Jiang Qiao asked, "Gu Chaoxing killed someone?" ”

Mao Daxin looked at her in surprise and stammered: "Oh, yes, how do you know, yet, I can't be sure if he killed him, just now the doctor came and said that he couldn't kill anyone." ”

"What do you mean?" Jiang Qiao asked.

"Although Gu Chaoxing has passed the dangerous period, he has multiple fractures on his body, and he is not capable of killing people at all, not to mention that he is still in a coma, he has just been examined by the doctor, and the blood in his brain has not yet dissipated, and it is impossible to wake up in the short term, so how can he kill people." Mao Daxin explained.

As soon as he entered the door, Jiang Qiao smelled a strong smell of blood under the smell of disinfectant water. Gu Chaoxing was lying quietly on the bed, his eyes were closed, gauze was still wrapped around his forehead, and there was a large pool of blood dripping from the bottom of his hospital bed, and the blood was dripping from the iron frame of the hospital bed drop by drop.

Gu Chaoxing's quilt was spread out, and he could see that his right hand in plaster was covered with blood, and the coagulated blood stained his nails and palm prints red, and even stained the entire sheet red, at first glance, his small body looked like he was lying in a pool of blood.

"Is it a man who died?" Jiang Qiao asked.

Jiang Li glanced at her and asked, "Did you see it again?" ”

Jiang Qiao nodded.

Mao Daxin looked at her in amazement and said, "Well, it was our colleague who died, the person who was ordered to guard here today, and we received the alarm." According to the nurse on duty, she came to check the ward, and when she came in, she saw a person lying on the sofa, thinking that the policeman on duty was sleeping, and she didn't pay much attention. Because it was, but the lights had been turned off, she couldn't see it clearly, but she clearly saw that there was no blood on Gu Chaoxing's quilt, and because she saw that his hand was exposed, she put his hand into the quilt.

She opened the quilt and felt a wet smell, she thought it was bedwetting, so she turned on the bedside lamp and looked at it, only to find that Gu Chaoxing's quilt was full of blood, and there was also a pool of blood on the ground, which should have been caused by blood dripping from the bed. And there's a knife in the quilt, and... And the human head. ”

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