Han Lingling wiped the tears from the woman's face with her sleeve.

"Wow!" The woman suddenly burst into tears and threw herself into Han Ling's arms. Her body trembled and squirmed in Han Lingling's arms.

The other woman was still asleep, showing no signs of waking up. Her eyebrows and cheekbones bulged out unusually well, and the contours of her bones could be seen all over her face.

Wuwen Dao Chang touched the woman's forehead with the back of his hand: "She's having a fever." ”

Ouyang Ping immediately decided: "Left to the east, immediately call the emergency center, ask them to send an ambulance, and then send two doctors to come with the car." ”

Left rushed out of the room to the east.

Han Lingling stroked the woman's back with her hand.

Ouyang Ping took off his uniform and draped it over the woman's body.

"Will there be anyone in the chamber?" Liu Dayu looked at Ouyang Pingdao, he seemed very anxious, two women, one unconscious, and the other immersed in his painful emotions. It is obviously inappropriate to ask questions now.

Ouyang Ping understood what Liu Dayu meant: "Let her slow down first." Let's go inside the chamber first. Liu Wenbin, you bring your camera. ”

The woman suddenly stopped crying: "There is another person down there, but he is dead." ”

"How long have you been dead?"

"She was alive a few days after she died—when we came in."

"You can talk."

The woman nodded: "You guys hurry up and save him, she was sick a few days ago, and she hasn't eaten for three days." ”

"What's your name?" Ouyang Ping asked about important things first.

"My name is Shang Wenjun, my nickname is Xiao Nan, her name is Jingping, and Lian Luodan is her."

"You're Master Shimizu."

"How do you know my name?"

"It was the master of Mingchen Temple who told us, and we have also been to your home, Dongmen Town."

"Did you see my dad?"

"See."

"How's my dad doing?"

"Master Shimizu, your father is very good, he misses you very much."

"I'm Qing Shui, but I don't like the name, Huijue, that old demon nun has made us miserable, I feel sick when I think of her, when I think of the name she gave me."

"Shang Wenjun, how are you feeling now?"

"I'm much better—I'm fine, I'm just hungry, I can't straighten my back, and I don't have any strength in my body. Hurry up and save her, she's burning badly. ”

"The ambulance will be there in a moment."

Shang Wenjun licked her lips with her tongue, her lips were already peeled and chapped, Jingping's lips were even more chapped, and blood was already flowing from the cracked places.

Han Lingling handed half a cup of water to Qing Shui's hand, and the water drank it all. ”

"Did you just knock on the door?"

"I knocked it."

"Why are you knocking?"

It can be said that if Qing Shui hadn't knocked on the door, the comrades would not have rescued them from the pornic cave so quickly.

"We heard footsteps—the footsteps of many people, we had never heard this sound below, and we could hear footsteps below, but very softly; The old brute hadn't been in the chamber for two days, and before that, he had to go into the chamber every day—at least once a day, and contact him to move us here from the Mingchen Temple in the middle of the night, and Jing Ping estimated that the police might be looking for her traces, otherwise they wouldn't have moved us here overnight. It was Jingping who asked me to knock - she told me to knock a few times and try it. ”