Since then, Li Junkai has never sought revenge on Mo Jianchu, and his life has gradually become normal. During the period when Mo Jianchu was injured and hospitalized, no one came to visit him except for Mo Jianchu's parents and parents.

It made him a little disappointed. It seems that Mo Jianchu only has one friend, Xiao Ming. The police came to question him several times, but they only went through the motions, and the relevant procedures were not completed, and there was no news from there after that

The "Inhuman" thing is also put behind it, despite how unreasonable it may seem. The Meiyuqian Central Hospital accommodates a total of several thousand patients and is considered to be the whole city

"The most miscellaneous hospital". All kinds of strange patients will appear. Except for one person, she was mediocre in appearance, but she was in the eyes of all patients—the existence equivalent of a goddess—and Mo Jianchu also regarded her as a celestial immortal—and secretly admired her in her heart.

Her name is Feng Chengcheng. Dignified, quiet, subtle, and a poetic girl. She is gentle and kind, very popular, especially her smile, which seems to be the best cure.

No matter how depressed she is, once she sees her smile, the whole person will become much more relaxed, and the depressed mood will naturally dissolve.

When Mo Jianchu was first hospitalized, she was taken care of many times. However, she seems to be unhappy lately.

Sometimes a person sits in a corner, listless, sighing. Sometimes when giving Mo Jianchu injections, he left the needles on Mo Jianchu's body.

Flowers full of sunshine and vitality will also be shrouded in haze.

"She has a heart, a very heavy heart......" Mo Jianchu leaned on the window and looked down blankly, his gaze never moved away from the graceful figure.

Mo Jian couldn't bear it at first, and wanted to help her solve her troubles, but she didn't know how to help. So far, they have only spoken a few words, and they can't even talk about knowing each other.

Not to mention getting into the other person's heart. He has had a crush on many people, but the number of people who dare to confess is zero.

As a result, when it was time to be discharged from the hospital, Mo Jianchu still did not say what was in his heart. When the flowers fall and the flowers scatter, there will be a time of separation.

A pure love story, ending the discharge procedures unconsciously was done by Mo Jianchu himself, and none of the family came.

He has long been accustomed to this, he has been boarding school since elementary school, and the opening and suspension of school are all handled by himself.

The weather is getting colder, and the air is even cooler in the morning. Mo Jianchu hugged his body tightly and took advantage of the time he waited for the bus to find a mobile breakfast stall on the street.

When the hot fritters arrived, he couldn't wait to eat them. He was half-crouched in the street, looking particularly pitiful.

After eating the fritters, spread out the newspaper and carefully looked at the words stained with grease. Reading newspapers is one of his few hobbies.

One of the reports attracted Mo Jianchu's attention, and two female corpses were found on the shore of a small river and lake near Jasmine Park, whose faces were disfigured by animal bites and could not be distinguished, and the whole case was suspected to be a case of dog wounding.

At the end of the article, the conclusion calls on the public to pay attention to safety when traveling at night, and also reminds the public to beware of stray cats and dogs to avoid being attacked.

The photo also includes full-body photos of the two corpses, except for the mosaic on their faces, and their clothes are still intact except for a little blood stains.

Mo Jianchu was thinking, what kind of animal can kill people instantly, and they only eat their faces, tigers are not so picky eaters.

Mo Jianchu looked at the back of the newspaper again, and the content was that a certain secretary went to the township to inspect accompanied by the township leaders.

The more I looked at it, the more bored I felt, and I made sure that there was nothing worth reading about the newspaper, so I threw it in the trash.

The bus also arrived at this time, and as soon as Mo Jianchu got on the bus, he saw that the uncle who called the driver actually had a popsicle in his mouth while driving, and smiled at him.

Mo Jian felt a chill at the beginning, thinking to himself, what is the situation? Mo Jianchu shook his head and was thinking about whether to get off the bus now, when the bus started.

The front row was full of people, and in desperation, Mo Jianchu could only walk into the last row of seats. Maybe it's because I've just finished breakfast, my brain is groggy, or maybe it's because of the pain.

Mo Jian thought at the beginning, there is still some time, just close your eyes and recuperate, and don't sleep. However, the more I thought about it, the more sleepy I felt.

I don't even know when I fell asleep. Suddenly, there was a violent impact on his head, and the pain slowly became clear, and Mo Jianchu woke up from his sleep.

The moment his eyes opened, what he saw was a hazy red, and it wasn't until the outline of the surrounding things was completely clear that Mo Jianchu realized that it was blood!

The head was smashed, the blood flowed, and the entire back of the head was covered with warm blood. Mo Jian turned his face sideways, and a pungent smell of blood came to his face.

The smoke made his stomach twitch violently, and he almost vomited breakfast. At this time, Mo Jian wanted to move but couldn't, his whole body was pressed under the bus seat.

His hands and feet were unconscious, and he was terrified. There was never a moment when he lost control of his body, and the fear of powerlessness made him completely panicked.

Mo Jianchu desperately shouted for help, begging for someone to help him, even if it was someone standing next to him.

However, the bus fell from the bridge, and the grass underneath was overgrown and all kinds of dark ditches were densely packed. What usually looks pleasing to the eye has now become a natural barrier that prevents people on the bridge from descending.

There are few cars passing in the suburbs, and in the early morning, there are even fewer vehicles. Mo Jianchu clearly knew that it would take more than ten minutes for the rescue team to come over, and no one would come to rescue Mo Jianchu.

The passengers of the same car were also injured to varying degrees, some moaning in pain, some screaming, and some sleeping forever.

There was a woman whose body was completely twisted, and her upper body and lower body fell next to Mo Jianchu one after the other, and her two gray eyes stared at Mo Jianchu lifelessly.

Mo Jianchu's heart chuckled, is she dead? Die, the body twisted like this......