It wasn't until today that Mo Chen knew that the speed at which a person could fall from a height could be so fast.

Before Mo Chen could grab Haiting's released hand, Haiting fell to the ground in the blink of an eye. Unfortunately, Haiting fell just right, clinging to the edge of the rescue mat, and thus missed the chance to survive.

A blooming blood-red flower caught Mo Chen's eyes, and tears couldn't help but burst out of his eyes.

"Haiting!!" Meng Xinyao screamed and immediately pounced, and Zhan Peng then squeezed through the crowd and rushed over.

Mo Chen was sure that at that moment, Hai Ting was not dead, and he clearly saw that Hai Ting's hands and feet twitched sharply.

Mo Chen couldn't remember how he had climbed down the communication tower, and watching his companion die in front of him was a great psychological torture.

When Mo Chen finally got his feet on the ground and walked in front of Haiting step by step, 120 ambulances arrived at the same time.

Mo Chen's legs were as heavy as lead, his ears were buzzing, and he couldn't hear what the first responders said, so he saw Haiting being carried onto a simple stretcher, a miserable white cloth sheet, covering his body.

Haiting died, jumped off the towering communication tower amid the accusations of everyone, no matter what he did wrong in his life or said something he shouldn't have said, everything came to an end with the end of his life.

However, in such a time when the dust should have settled, there are still some people who are unforgiving, saying "You really deserve it, what do you think when you kill others?" One life is worth one life, and he doesn't lose! ”

This kind of words poured into Mo Chen's ears were particularly harsh, and in anger, he pulled the "sinner" who chewed the root of his tongue beside him, and choked the other party's throat.

Mo Chen's scarlet eyes, angry eyes, glared at each other viciously, and squeezed out a sentence between his teeth, "People die greatly, you still don't spare him!" ”

The person who was choked by Mo Chen's neck was a man in his early thirties, young, but somehow like a middle-aged and elderly woman in his forties and fifties, when he touched his mouth, disgusting words came out one after another.

Even if he was so fiercely choked by Mo Chen, this man didn't realize how unreasonable his words were at this moment, he stared back at Mo Chen with confidence, struggling with Mo Chen's restraints with both hands, and replied unconvincedly, "I have the face to do it, and I'm afraid that others will say it!" Things are gathered by like, and people are grouped. Aren't you a good thing, looking at his perverted appearance, could it be that you are a couple? Dead gay! ”

At that moment, in the face of such an ugly face, Mo Chen's heart inexplicably rose with irrepressible anger, and he suddenly wanted to put the other party to death.

Mo Chen had never realized that his strength was so great, and his hand that grabbed the man's neck became harder and harder. At first, the man struggled, and at the same time, he was still insulting Mo Chen, and gradually with Mo Chen's shoulder, the man was actually picked up by Mo Chen's bare hands.

And those people around him who were originally holding on to watching the excitement, at first there were still people who persuaded Mo Chen not to be impulsive, and so many people, like the man who was choked, spoke ill of Mo Chen.

But when I really saw the "murderous" look on Mo Chen's face, those voices that were not there gradually converged until they were completely quiet.

Originally, the onlookers were eating melons, whether they were good or maliciously evaluating the parties, what they really needed to be satisfied in their hearts was just to vomit for themselves. Who would really want to do something for an irrelevant passerby? Complain about grievances, or blame the wrong party and make them recognize themselves.

The man who was held in Mo Chen's hand just now, like everyone else, indifferently commented on Haiting, who really thought that maybe it was their words and deeds that led to the fall of another life.

And now, the man will eventually follow in the footsteps of the court, Mo Chen thinks he deserves to die, and those who don't know the truth of the matter, but are not ashamed to comment arbitrarily on the parties, all deserve to die.

"Let him go!"

A voice said weakly.

Mo Chen looked sideways, a hand lightly rested on Mo Chen's arm, Meng Xinyao's red eyes were still full of tears, but she still shook her head at Mo Chen sensibly.

Meng Xinyao said faintly: "Let him go!" Cause and effect cycle, one day he will get his due retribution, but by no means today, die at your hands. The strength of Meng Xinyao's hand increased slightly, intending to remind Mo Chen to calm down, Meng Xinyao said lightly, "It's not worth it." ”

Mo Chen let out a long exhale, his arm slowly relaxed, and put the man back on the ground.

The man took advantage of Mo Chen's time to let go of him, as if he was afraid of Mo Chen's return, and jumped to the side numbly, coughing while unrepentantly saying cruel words.

"You wait for me! Sooner or later, clean you up. ”

After all, this meaningless sentence, the man ran away without looking back.

120 rescue was ineffective, and in the end, Haiting's body was taken away by the funeral home's car, Mo Chen and Meng Xinyao went with the car to deal with Haiting's afterlife, and Zhanpeng was left behind to explain what happened to the police.

After the accident in Haiting, Meng Xinyao's mood fell into a trough for a while, her eyes were already red and swollen from crying, but she couldn't stop tears from pouring out of her eyes. When Haiting died, Mo Chen was equally sad, but he was more worried about Meng Xinyao. Meng Xinyao has not yet regained her memory, although Zhan Peng has told her and Haiting that the two of them are best friends and best friends who talk about everything in the original world.

But after all, memories do not return, and all the feelings and feelings in people's hearts are told by the outside world, which is not profound. Mo Chen couldn't imagine that when the memory returned to Meng Xinyao's mind, she remembered that Haiting was an indispensable person in her life, would her pain be twice as much as it is today?!

That night, Mo Chen didn't go anywhere, and was always by Meng Xinyao's side. That night, Meng Xinyao said that she would not go home, but went back to the apartment she rented for Haiting.

Actually, Mo Chen didn't want Meng Xinyao to go back there, after all, people are hurt by the scene. Seeing Hai Ting's relics before his death, Meng Xinyao was even more sad, but Meng Xinyao asked again and again, and in the end, Mo Chen had no choice but to agree.

For a whole night, Mo Chen's mobile phone didn't ring, and he didn't know what Zhanpeng was busy with. And Meng Xinyao kept repeating crying tired and sleeping, and crying again when she woke up, Mo Chen didn't know how to comfort her, they were also in another world, who could guarantee whom, one day they would not end up like Haiting.

Meng Xinyao was crying Mo Chen was distressed, all Mo Chen could do was hug her tightly...... used his chest to give Meng Xinyao a little comfort......

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