Mo Ziyu heard that the situation was not good, entered the door to check, called the doctor to come over, and took Mrs. Li to the bed inside to rest.

Turning around, I inadvertently saw the screen that was different from the outside, just like Li Wen, and I didn't know what to think of, a gloomy color flashed between my eyebrows.

Ling Lan stood on the edge of the bed with her hands clasped, looking at Mrs. Li who was lying on the bed and fell into a coma.

I don't know why she has a bad premonition, I'm afraid that Mrs. Li's physical condition is even more serious than she imagined.

"Li Wen, as the Shaoqing of Dali Temple, is there a lot of things that can't be known by outsiders?" She asked meaningfully.

Mo Ziyu quickly understood the meaning of her words, and nodded silently as a tacit acquiescence.

Ling Lan subconsciously breathed a sigh of relief, in this way, no one would know about the painful torture that Mrs. Li had endured, and to some extent, it would be a kind of protection for her.

Seeing that her expression was unknown, Mo Ziyu slowly approached and grabbed her left hand, wanting to take her out to talk, but never thought that her hand was cold.

"Uncomfortable? Or is it cold? ”

There was imperceptible worry in the man's eyes, and Ling Lan was in a trance, not sure if she had seen it wrong.

"Hmmm! It's a little cold. ”

Mo Ziyu took her all the way outside without hesitation, the coldness was dispelled by the warm sunlight, and taking a deep breath, Ling Lan felt much better.

After a little hesitation, Mo Ziyu still asked in a low voice: "Did what she said make you uncomfortable?" ”

Before he refused, he thought of what Mrs. Li might say, before An Chong had briefly described Li Wen's cruel abuse of Mrs. Li, he was worried that Ling Lan would not be able to bear it in his heart, no matter how strong and brave she was on weekdays, she was still a little girl after all.

Of course, Ling Lan didn't know what he was thinking, and when she heard the inquiry, she thought about the situation and said it again, her tone was quite calm, but it was a little heavy.

While the two were talking, the maid and the doctor all came back and immediately went in to check Mrs. Li's pulse.

Ling Lan wanted to follow up, but was stopped by Mo Ziyu.

She looked up and was puzzled: "What's wrong?" ”

"Just wait here." Mo Ziyu responded softly.

"But I want to know the result, and I feel that Mrs. Li does not seem to be in good condition."

"I know, don't worry, I can be the first to know the situation here."

Ling Lan realized later, yes, the doctor will be able to come out soon after the diagnosis.

"By the way, I didn't finish talking just now, and in the end, Mrs. Li asked me for something." She whispered in retrospect.

"What's the matter?"

"She said that the matter started because of her, and hoped that she could end it, and she was willing to bear all the blame and begged to let An Chong go."

Mo Ziyu didn't seem surprised, he took a step forward and came to her, raised his hand to help her fix the broken hair in her ear, and suddenly raised his left hand in silence and hugged it into his arms.

Ling Lan was stunned, feeling the familiar breath and warm and firm embrace, and her tense nerves gradually relaxed.

Neither of them spoke, and the hug lasted for a while, until the doctor in the study came out, and Mo Ziyu didn't let go, and at this time, Ling Lan's face had recovered a little ruddy.

When the doctor went out, he didn't look up and asked An to report the situation, saying that Mrs. Li's body was empty, she was depressed, she was sick, and she was afraid that she wouldn't be able to last for a month...

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Mo Ziyu sent Ling Lan back and soon entered the palace to face the saint, and asked her to go back to sleep before leaving, she didn't rest well recently, don't get sick yet.

In fact, Ling Lan did feel uncomfortable, she promised to go back but did not return to Ruyi Pavilion, but went to see An Chong.

If it weren't for Ansan, there would have been no record, let alone the case.

In other words, An Chong will not betray Mrs. Li, this is her intuition.

And Mrs. Li begged her so eagerly before she fainted, hoping to let An Chong go, which shows that the relationship between the two is real.

In the clean and tidy darkroom, An Chong was sitting on the edge of the bed with his eyes closed, when he heard the sound of the door opening and looked up, looking at each other, Ling Lan was sure that the other party was An Chong, not An Shan.

There was only a small bed in this room, no tables, chairs and benches, so Ling Lan leaned quietly in front of the opposite wall, her eyes swept over the man, and she didn't say a word.

Feeling the unusual look in her eyes, An Chong sneered: "Don't waste your time, I don't know anything, if you want to kill, you can kill casually, just give it a good time." ”

Ling Lan pursed his lips, it seemed that he hadn't realized that the situation had changed after a sleep, and he didn't know if he was insensitive to An Shan's existence. I still felt that I was too serious to escape last night, and I automatically blocked everything.

An Chong found that she didn't say a word, with sympathy and pity in her eyes, and felt uncomfortable in her heart.

"Don't you understand me? Anyway, you've already decided that I'm the murderer, and it doesn't matter what I say, what else are you going to do? ”

Ling Lan breathed a sigh of relief, stood up straight and walked towards the door, looking like she wasn't ready to respond and leave.

Seeing this, An Chong was completely confused; "Miss Ling, are you here just to see my embarrassed appearance?"

Ling Lan, who walked to the door, paused at her feet: "I came to tell you that Mrs. Li is sick, and the doctor said that time is running out." ”

Her voice was low and hoarse, a heaviness that she didn't even realize, and an inexplicable sense of powerlessness.

After she finished speaking, there was a dead silence behind her.

Ling Lan didn't turn around to look, and opened the door to leave.

At noon, she returned to the Ruyi Pavilion and fell on the bed, staring blankly at the roof of the shed, and the thoughts in her mind were very chaotic.

Normally, it is natural to kill people to pay for their lives and repay debts, An Chong used drugged flowers to stimulate Li Wen's nightmares, poor sleep quality, poor mental state, and finally strangled himself to death with auditory hallucinations.

As for the illusion he appeared, Mrs. Li said that it was a nightmare in Li Wen's heart, and it was related to Zeng Jiang's injury, saying that he was attacked in handling the case, but in fact, he was bullying the widow of a certain victim.

That's why he said that he wanted to strangle the other party, but he ended up strangling himself.

Li Wen is a personal scumbag in addition to his work, Mo Ziyu said that he is serious and rigorous in handling cases, and there seems to be a certain authenticity.

But no matter what, the current result is that An Chong will definitely die, and even if Mrs. Li is left out of the matter, she will not be able to escape the imminent limit, and any trial is meaningless to her.

If it were in modern times, the result of Mrs. Li and An Chong might not be like this, but it's a pity!

Countless thoughts poured out, and she fell asleep unconsciously, perhaps from the nightmare of insomnia for days, and this time she slept unusually peacefully.

It was already evening when Mo Ziyu came back, and I don't know how he reported the results to the saint, and the case was over.

Listening to Fluttershy's words, Ling Lan stretched her arms and paced around the yard, waking up feeling weak, but sleeping well and not dreaming anything.

"Girl, you still look very haggard, haven't you slept well?" Fluttershy asks softly when she doesn't speak.

"No, I slept well, I just didn't sleep enough." As she spoke, she walked to the lounge chair.