Wen Youchen was standing not far away, he looked at Bai Mo's appearance like a magic barrier, standing there, holding an almost bloody head and kissing, as if kissing his beloved, so affectionate, the tenderness between his eyebrows can overflow, but the premise is ...... He didn't kiss a head.

A cold, hideous head.

Such a scene made everyone present feel that he was crazy.

Bai Mo raised his head, his expression looked normal, and gently put the head in his arms into the drawer of the cold storage, because it was not well organized, her body was still twisted because it was broken, her hands and feet were misplaced, and the head was placed in the center of her abdomen, and the blood-stained clothes on her body were still there.

"This is what it was like back then." Wen Youchen didn't know whether to hand over the photo in his hand to Bai Mo, because Bai Mo was seriously injured before, and he didn't have time to care about Yan Bai's corpse at all......

Afterwards, because he remembered the situation on Bai Mo's side, he just hastily put the body in a drawer for the time being and didn't take care of it.

Wen Youchen held a photo in his hand and handed it to Bai Mo, it was ...... What it looked like back then.

Bai Mo took it, looking at the photo, her last appearance, her neck was cut off by a sharp object, and she rolled some distance from her body, because she was not decorated in time, when the snow melted, some crows gnawed half of her flesh into a mess, and one leg was directly separated from her body, and the snow under her body was red, as well as cracked brains, melting blood, and her hands were raised upward.

"Poof......" white ink spewed blood flowers, dyeing the photo in his hand red.

How much it hurts......

His Ran Ran was obviously so afraid of pain.

Wen Youchen hurriedly held Bai Mo, Bai Mo grabbed Wen Youchen's neck, his eyes were dark, his eyes were crazy, and he was restrained to the limit of madness.

Wen Youchen's face turned red, he looked at Bai Mo in front of him, he felt that his breathing was getting weaker and weaker, and his head was buzzing, he felt that Bai Mo wanted to kill him, no, it should be said that Bai Mo wanted to kill everyone now, and he was good, and everyone in the Ji family was good.

"Where is she lying alone, how cold must it be all night......"

"The crow pecks at her flesh, why do you ...... Don't bring her back, leave her alone. ”

"How scared she should be, how much it hurts."

Bai Mo's voice was hoarse, pinching Wen Youchen's neck, Wen Youchen opened his mouth with difficulty to breathe, and said with difficulty.

"She's already a corpse, and corpses don't hurt."

"I have to save you."

Bai Mo's body staggered, his body was still very poor, he was already struggling when he was standing, not to mention this, his hand was released, and Bai Mo was holding on to the drawer of the freezer.

He stared at the corpse in the freezer, and his heart ached.

How could his Ran Ran not hurt.

How could it not hurt.

Bai Mo ordered someone to bring the tools of the mortuary, he sat in a wheelchair, placed all parts of the body of the corpse on a flat bed, held a scalpel in his hand, needle and thread, put the head on the neck of the body, sewed it with needle and thread, put the flesh on the face into place a little bit, sewn it with thin thread, the wig covered the blur of flesh and blood on the skull, he looked intent, took the fat powder, and embellished her with blush and lipstick.

"My Ranran, it's so beautiful." The white ink gently hooked the corners of his lips.

Wen Youchen rubbed his neck, looking at all this that Bai Mo had done, his throat tightened.