After separating from Zhao Xin'er, Li Yifan, who returned to the dormitory, was always restless, turned on the computer and drew comics, and deleted them all again without a few strokes, and so on and so on until eleven o'clock in the evening.

"I'm going to turn off the lights, I'm ready to sleep, Yifan, do you want to find Zhang Rui to sleep with you?" Wu Shuai looked at Li Yifan, thinking of the nightmares he had been having for the past few days, and suddenly said with a wicked smile.

"You sleep well, you don't care." Li Yifan only felt upset at the moment, and didn't want to talk to Wu Shuai there, but he still got up to wash up and lay on the bed.

"Did you sleep?" After thinking about it, I still sent a message to Zhao Xin'er, after all, Gao Xiaohong's matter has not yet come to a conclusion.

"Not yet, Sister Lin said it was too late to ask, and it was estimated that it was already late when the people asked, so don't wait to go to bed early." Zhao Xin'er came back.

"Didn't you sleep yet, I know you will definitely wait, it's better for me to wait with you, and the two of you can talk together." Li Yifan sent a message and said.

"Yes, that's fine." Zhao Xin'er sent a series of expressions to Li Yifan and said. "Thank you for the cake, it was delicious."

"If you like it, are you eating it all?" Li Yifan asked.

"Well, the dormitory people have also eaten, and they have been asking me where I bought it, but when they saw the price of this senior's cake, they praised you as a local tyrant, haha." Zhao Xin'er sent a laughing expression.

After sending the message, Zhao Xin'er looked back at the cake on the empty table at the door, and then the two of them ate a piece in the pizza shop, and the rest was all brought back, she got up and walked over, cut a small piece, and brought it to her table.

While eating the cake, Zhao Xin'er looked at the message on her mobile phone, Sister Lin had already sent it, hesitated for a while, and still sent the message to Li Yifan.

After thinking about it again, he took out a sealed bag from the box at the corner of the table, opened the paper towel in the pocket, and two broken hairs were wrapped in it, which was the mark on her forehead that she used to wipe Li Yifan with a paper towel before, and she pulled it off.

I took out a small white square box about ten centimeters, put the things in the box, covered it, wrote a courier note, and put the things aside.

"Go to bed early, and we'll talk about it when we wake up tomorrow." After sending this message,

And when Li Yifan on the other side received Zhao Xin'er's text message, he was already waking up from another nightmare, maybe it shouldn't be said to be a nightmare, he dreamed that the three-cornered plum blossom was quite far away from the fire, and he was standing outside the door in a hurry, not knowing what to do.

"Phew, the message has been sent?" Li Yifan sat up and looked at the time, it would be more than two o'clock in the morning at night, opened the message, and looked at the screenshot of the mobile phone sent by Zhao Xin'er.

"The investigator said that Gao Xiaohong died in the family's warehouse due to a miscarriage two days ago, and was taken to the village for cremation yesterday afternoon, because the incident happened too suddenly and was dealt with too quickly, and Gao Xiaohong's family only found out at noon today."

Looking at these lines of text, Li Yifan suddenly looked dazed, he didn't know what to say, at this moment he thought of Gao Xiaohong in his mind, or stayed at the innocent smile on her face when they met for the first time.

And it's only been more than a month, since Gao Xiaohong died of a miscarriage, it was really unexpected that it was sudden and unexpected.

"The dream before that? Did you just see Gao Xiaohong's death? Li Yifan asked himself, but his mind was still empty and he couldn't think of anything.

Li Yifan sat on the bed, holding his mobile phone in a daze, he didn't know what else he could do now, whether he could still do something for Gao Xiaohong, but everyone was already dead, what he was doing, it was in vain, right?

"Gao Xiaohong is dead...... hesitated, Li Yifan still edited a message and sent it to Jiang Dong.

Sleep, what can you do but sleep at the end of the day? Li Yifan was lying on the bed, tossing and turning, and there was an indescribable grievance in his heart.

"Gao Xiaohong died two days ago, so the dream I dreamed of three nights ago, is it, if I hadn't forgotten the things in the dream at that time, is it still possible to save her?" Li Yifan counted the time in his heart.

"Chai Jiayu was the same last time, if someone went over to save people as soon as possible, wouldn't she have died, wouldn't Gao Xiaohong have died?" Li Yifan suddenly thought so, and instantly just wanted to call Bai Ran immediately and ask if she had changed the medicine for herself.

I don't know how long it took for Li Yifan to fall asleep, and I thought I would stay awake all night, but I didn't expect that as soon as I closed my eyes this time, I would appear in my dream again.

In the dilapidated warehouse, there was a pile of weeds underneath, and on the shelf in front stood a broken red-rimmed mirror, on which the dusty mirror could be seen a girl's face, and the small mirror was just shining on the girl's face, up to her neck.

Her hair was messy, her clothes were ragged, the buckle around her neck, as if it had been removed by brute force, was connected with one or two threads, hanging in the air, the girl's face was smeared, her eyes were munt, she was looking at herself in the mirror in a daze, her mouth was half open, her lips moved slightly.

“…… Don't go, there's something, there's something coming out...... I'm bleeding......" The girl slowly touched the warm liquid flowing from between her thighs with her hand, and raised her hand, which was dyed bright red.

These hands are really the hands that Li Yifan saw overlapping with his own hands that day, bruises and frostbite are covered in fingers and arms, dense, and it is almost impossible to find intact skin, and then look at the girl's neck in the mirror, slowly bruised, and pinched.

An old face suddenly appeared in the picture, with his head down, gnawing on the white skin on the girl's neck, changing his face, and with the same action, he changed to another man's face.

The traces of being slapped on the face, and the memories surfaced, and the slap occupied almost the entire small face of the girl, and she was starry with her big eyes, but she was not angry, not afraid, but a kind of habitual numbness.

The scars on his arms and wrists were the result of a month of laundry and cooking, as well as the torture of the day from the beginning of night until the dawn of the morning star.

"Dad, that girl seems to be bleeding, can't it be, isn't it getting rid of the baby?" Outside, a man spoke.

"Regardless of her, the flow will flow, and it will be good to wait for a while, the waste girl, two pieces of meat per half, will become this virtue in just a few days, and even the baby can't hang up, forget it if she dies." An old man said, knocking on the dry tobacco stick.

"It's not easy to fix if this kills." The man said.

"Phew, then you take her to the town to find Lang Zhong, you see people ask you if the girl has any injuries, and it's up to you to see what you say." The old man urged and said.