"Happy, I knew you didn't sleep!"

As soon as Bo Jinghan opened her mouth, she was coldly greeted on the other end of the phone.

After waiting for a long time, no one over there had replied to a word, and Bo Jinghan knew that this English name had offended her again, so he quickly changed his title: "Mo, I have something to ask you for." ”

"Call it happy again, and I'll make you happy!"

Mo Huan lightly dropped a threat, changed his hand and continued to grab the phone, looked up at the computer screen in front of him, studied the photos of the scene above, and said casually: "Tell me, what's the matter?" ”

There was a tiny crumbling sound of mouse clicks and keyboard taps coming from the earpiece.

Bo Jinghan knew that she was still busy, so she opened her mouth without hesitation, not wanting to delay her time more.

"Sheng Qing's case, do you remember? I want to know, Shengqing...... Is it possible...... Is it possible to be alive? ”

Bang Bang -

On the other side, Mo Huan accidentally knocked over the coffee cup on the table.

She frowned and looked at the dark brown stain on the mouse pad in her hand, exhaled, and pulled out a few tissues, piling them on the small puddle of coffee stains, sucking the stain.

He replied slowly, "What happened?" Cynthia, why do you ask! You know better than anyone else whether he lives or dies, don't you? ”

"Mo, don't ask so much, you answer me first."

After a pause for a few seconds, Mo Huan's indifferent voice came again.

With rare firmness: "He is dead, dead thoroughly, it is impossible to come back to life!" ”

For some reason, hearing this answer, Bo Jinghan's mood did not relax in the slightest, and even hung more than before.

At the other end, it seemed that a boulder was tied to it, falling to her heart, swaying, dragging it, as if as long as she slackened a little, she would be dragged into the bottomless abyss by the heavy boulder, and she could never float again.

"No...... Is anything possible? ”

Bo Jinghan asked, and even he felt empty-hearted.

The voice on the other end did not change, insisting on it: "There is no possibility." ”

"Thank you, I see."

Exhaled, Bo Jinghan thanked him and wanted to hang up the phone.

But at this moment, the voice on the other side stopped her—

"Well, don't hang the line."

Indifferent voice, methodical.

Even though the tone is a little rapid, the voice is still clear and smooth.

Just as she insisted on logic, there was her peculiar regularity everywhere: "Cynthia, I ask you, why do you ask me that? Did you see a ghost, or did you see Sheng Qing? ”

"I ...... I really want to see the hell. ”

Bo Jinghan replied with a wry smile, but he felt in his heart that he should be no different from seeing a ghost now, right?

Mo Huan on the other side paused.

Then he lowered his voice: "It seems that you have also received the news...... Cynthia, Sheng Qing's case, I was involved in it at the beginning. His DNA test report is the best proof of this. I have seen that there is no doubt that there is zài, and every step is signed by a professional, which is in line with the laws of the investigation by the authorities, and there is nothing that should be suspected. You have to believe that. In addition, you are also the best witness to his life and death, and you have witnessed with your own eyes that his cold body is lying in a pool of blood. ”

Bo Jinghan knew that Mo Huan didn't mean to scare her.

She just wanted to elaborate on the ** of one thing, and there were no other distractions.

But she didn't know that her description reminded Bo Jinghan of some bad bloody scenes.

It was a nightmare that creeped her!

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