Fang Ling paid the price of losing the child in her womb in exchange for her own life.

The life of this scourge was really big, not only was he quickly out of danger, but he even regained consciousness not long after he was transferred to the general ward.

As soon as she woke up, Fang Ling began to sobbed quietly.

The effect of anesthesia has long passed, and although she was given painkiller injections, the wound on her stomach that had been stitched with dozens of stitches was still painful.

When she gave birth to a child, it was a natural birth.

Li/Peng's family spent a lot of money to give her the most advanced painless delivery technology at that time, and specially hired a private doctor to customize food and exercise for her before giving birth.

In short, when she gave birth to Li Liang, it was very smooth, and the entire delivery process was completed within an hour, so that she felt almost no pain.

Unlike now, this constant, fleshy pain made her almost think she had undergone a C-section.

No, it seems to have been a caesarean section.

Fang Ling recovered from the pain and felt that something was wrong. That kind of feeling that when you are pregnant with a child, the feeling of blood connection is gone.

A huge panic hit Fang Ling, she supported herself to get up, pressed the bed up a little, lifted the quilt with her hand that did not hang the bottle, and checked the wound in her abdomen.

Eight stitched wounds, like eight centipedes, lay on her belly. The middle one is vertical, and the longest one is particularly eye-catching.

"No...... No, ......" Fang Ling trembled and reached out to touch it.

The belly that was about to begin to show her pregnancy was now flat and even deflated, highlighting the ribs of her overly thin body.

Tears flowed uncontrollably.

Fang Ling sobbed, subconsciously wanting to find comfort, but found that the ward was empty, and Zhou Yang and Li / Peng, whom she subconsciously wanted to rely on, were not there.

Oh yes, Zhou Yang is dead......

Thinking of this, Fang Ling couldn't hold back any longer.

"Child...... Child...... My child!"

Fang Ling cried.

She looked so grief-stricken, if someone who didn't know the situation saw it, they would think how much she cared about the unborn child.

lost this chip, and lost Zhou Yang, and she Fang Ling had no one to rely on.

The little nurse who was in charge of changing her dressing walked to the door of the ward and heard her crying.

Before she could comfort her, the little nurse hurriedly ran to call the police who were waiting outside.

The so-called policemen waiting outside are Xie Jingchen and Wang Zixian.

Xie Jingchen knew what kind of person Fang Ling was, and he could hardly show any sympathy for her "miserable" appearance.

For Xie Jingchen, Fang Ling is a vicious woman who wants to kill the girl he likes, just like the "witch" or "vicious stepmother" in fairy tales, which makes him not feel good at all.

Wang Zixian didn't know so much, he saw a woman crying so badly, even if he knew that this woman was not faithful in marriage, he couldn't be completely ruthless, and he didn't even have a word of comfort.

Wang Zixian stepped forward, walked to the side of the bed, pulled out the chair of the escort and sat down, and began to comfort Fang Ling, who was crying heartbreakingly.

"What, don't cry, if it hurts badly, I'll ask the nurse to give you another painkiller injection......

In Wang Zixian's comforting voice, Fang Ling's crying gradually became smaller.

It's not that Wang Zixian's comfort has played a role, it's purely that Fang Ling feels that crying like this in front of a man is too ugly.

Xie Jingchen was not polite to her, seeing that she seemed to be able to talk well, he began to ask about business.

"What does the murderer look like?" Fang Ling, who was asked, couldn't remember it for a while.

The anesthetic given during the operation made her think a little sluggish.

After a while, Fang Ling gritted her teeth and said, "That murderer must have been premeditated! He was wearing a mask and a hood, and he couldn't see his face at all."

"Can't see what you look like?" Xie Jingchen frowned, "Then can you roughly describe the murderer's body characteristics or clothing or something?" The more information you provide, the sooner we can catch him."

Hearing this, Fang Ling endured the sharp pain in her abdomen and pondered for a long time.

"He...... Looks like a man?"

Fang Ling said intermittently, and she didn't seem to be sure.

"He's ...... better than I am A little taller than me, but not particularly tall......

People are very thin......

I was wearing it like ...... at the time The upper body is a black sweatshirt with a hood, and the lower body is a plain gray sweatpants......

Shoe...... I can't remember the shoes......

Fang Ling thought carefully.

At that time, she came out of the police station, knowing that the police did not get any clues that could arrest her and sentence, and she felt that she didn't have the face to see her son, so she didn't go to the hospital, first went back to the beauty shop, and then wanted to go around to see Zhou Yang's house.

As soon as I walked around the corner from the parking shed, I saw a man crouching there, sneakily looking towards the hallway of their house.

When Fang Ling passed by him, she also scolded, "Neurotic."

Unexpectedly, before he could walk past him, the man seemed to hear her talking to herself, looked back at her, and rushed over, raising a knife at her to stab her.

Fang Ling was taken aback by this formation, took two steps back, and stumbled. The trip allowed her to dodge the man's first stab.

Realizing that this neurotic wanted to kill herself, Fang Ling got up and turned her head and ran.

I didn't forget to call the police while running. Although she never wanted to go back to the police station where she had been held for 24 hours, nothing mattered now.

Not long after the call to the police, the man chased after her with a knife, punched her and knocked the phone off, and stabbed her in the stomach.

Fang Ling felt the severe pain, but she didn't have the ability to fight back, she only shouted a few times for help, and lost consciousness in the severe pain.

At noon, at mealtimes, many people were at home, and the shouts of "help" attracted the attention of some residents.

The killer seemed to realize that he could not stay long, and did not have time to confirm Fang Ling's life or death, and fled the scene before the surrounding residents and the police arrived.

After thinking about it carefully, Fang Ling seemed to remember that when the murderer lowered her body and stabbed her in the abdomen, she seemed to see the murderer's eyebrows that were not covered by a mask.

When those eyes stared at her, they were full of resentment and the thrill of revenge.

That kind of hatred that was almost substantial made Fang Ling realize that it was not a madman who wanted to kill her when he heard her scold "Neurotic", but an avenger who hated her so much that he wanted her to die.

"I remember!" Fang Ling, who thought of those eyes full of hatred, became excited, "He has a characteristic! His eyebrow shape is very special! Recognizable at a glance! I can draw it for you!"

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