The man on the bed ignored him, didn't even respond to a movement, his eyes were closed, and he was still asleep.

He stared at the man's furrowed brow, reaching out to rub it and stretch it, but the brow twisted again the moment he let go of his hand.

"I don't know what I'm dreaming about, I hope I don't really scare out the nightmare." He was worried.

Song Mo's eyes were confused and chaotic, and he couldn't tell where the walls were around him and where the ground was.

In front of her stood a person, a woman taller than her, who looked a little like Ling Zhao.

That look is a little oozing.

Jiang Xueyao raised her hand and manipulated the changes in the dream.

A crack instantly cracked under Song Mo's feet, and then she fell to the ground.

Falling, falling endlessly, as if you were about to get out of this dream, it feels like you can open your eyes and wake up in the next moment, but the next moment is far away.

Jiang Xueyao stared at the people who kept falling under her feet in a daze, in a trance.

She probably had a hatred for the person in front of her.

If there was no Song Mo, if there was no damn research, would my mother not have been interrogated and entangled by those people, and finally died of exhaustion.

It was she who raised her hand and created molten slurry behind her, thinking that it would be best for her to fall, struggle in pain, and finally drown her mind with dreams.

Can you really do that?

Essentially, she was just one of the victims of that experiment, just like herself.

She shouldn't have been so cruel to the weak.

Song Mo fell into a pool of lava, and the hot heat scorched her skin, and then engulfed her.

The dream woke up.

She could feel the temperature on her hands being warmer than the rest of the world, with a faint tingling sensation.

There is also some numbness in her thighs, which is not very controlled by herself.

The danger in the dream just now had dissipated, she couldn't remember what she dreamed about, the memory went back to the moment before the explosion, she was protected, and then she was carried into the ambulance, and she didn't know anything with a shot of anesthetic.

No, her legs seemed to feel something, something leaning on her leg had moved away.

"You're awake, are you alright? What nightmares are you doing? Fang Xing was worried about her situation.

"You stayed with me yesterday?" Song Mo was puzzled.

"yes."

He didn't leave the room last night.

"Hands let go...... I was shaken by you all night, and my hands were numb. She stared at the two fingers clasped together.

Her hands were clenched a little unconscious.

He couldn't have just held her hand and slept on the bed last night, right? It's too stupid too.

"Yesterday afternoon's explosion, what's going on?"

Song Mo recalled the scene he saw at the time, "Someone deliberately tied soil explosives to the drone, and it seemed that they were coming at me. ”

Recalling the moment when Li Yongheng protected her, she always felt a pain in her heart.

She asked, "By the way, with me—"

"Professor Lee? Luckily, my life was saved. Fang Xing answered her question.

"He is in the intensive care unit now, but I don't recommend that you visit him at this time, Professor Li's family is here, and I don't know what will happen if you go." He rang the bell and called the nurse over, "Don't think too well of people's hearts. ”

He went to the ward last night to see it, and knew that there was a superb one among them, if Song Mo went over, maybe he would be entangled, and then he would be scolded with his hat.

There are many ways to thank Li Lao for saving his life.

"Okay." Song Mo sat up, "Did you find anything from the drone fragments collected at the scene?" ”

Fang Xing took the report out, "The materials of the drone itself, nitric acid compounds, the grass and trees inside the park, other than that, there is nothing special. ”

"It should be new." Song Mo reasoned.

Newly purchased items will leave fewer traces of personal use.

"Yes, but this drone is not a niche brand, the price is not high, and there are many people who buy it.

There are too many people, and they ask the past one by one, and there are not enough people.

"By the way, when you were still unconscious, someone sent you a box of blades, and I also took them for identification." He flipped out his phone and scratched out the photo.

"A bag of brand-new factory blades should be poured directly into the box, and it will take time to inspect them carefully. I asked someone to check the identity of the sender, and it was fake. As for the threatening letter inside, it says you're nosy......"

Song Mo instantly understood.

The only time she meddled recently was at Ji's house, mostly related to Ji Yao's funeral.

She remembered the man in the hat she had seen, and the glittering objects on his body, as if she had seen them somewhere.

By the way, when I went to Ji Yao's funeral with Yi Xiaocao, the man in the hat who was staring at the Ji family across the street was ......

The same black hat, the same shiny metal accents......

The identity of the other party was instantly revealed.

"Probably him." Song Mo instantly guessed the identity of the other party, flipped out his mobile phone, and hacked back Ji Yao's account.

"Who?"

"I went to a funeral with my roommate, and I met a person there who looked like the bomb man, most likely related to the funeral deceased." She explained, and then looked through Ji Yao's chat history.

Fang Xing saw that she began to hack other people's mobile phones again, and was speechless.

Ji Yao is indeed a typical good child as Mrs. Ji said, and the structure of the circle of friends is very simple.

Song Mo flipped through a few common contacts, and soon found the hat man's account.

"Xi Le, male, 28 years old, address ......"

As soon as he learned the other party's address, Song Mo lifted the quilt and got out of bed to find someone.

I didn't want to be in the next second, my leg was numb and I didn't stand firm, and the whole person smashed on Fang Xing's body.

"Are you alright?" Fang Xing helped her to stand up.

"It's okay, your legs are numb from your sleep." Her hot blood instantly cooled.

Fang Xing handed her the medical record board, "Don't you say that I almost forgot, you still have a bottle to hang." ”

She stared at the long string of water on the medical record board, and instantly picked up his clothes and began to sell cuteness, "I want to be discharged from the hospital now, okay." ”

"You just had surgery yesterday." Fang Xing reminded her.

"I want to be discharged from the hospital now, you must have a way, right?" She didn't give up, and the whole person stuck to him.

He refused, "Don't even think about it." ”

"Husband~Please~Husband~" Song Mo chose to use the ultimate ultimate.

As far as Fang Xing's character of this old cadre is concerned, he should not be able to resist.

"Is this something you can call?" However, Fang Xing did not go as she wished.

Although it is indeed a sweetness to be called so, it is not good if it is not good, this is a matter of principle.

"I'm angry, I'm ignoring you." She sat back on the bed and began to pretend to be angry.

Fang Xing supported the forehead.

After thinking for two seconds, he proposed a compromise plan, "After hanging these, I will be discharged from the hospital in the afternoon." ”

He really couldn't stand her.

Pigeon: I smell tracheitis

Wake up: No, it's your delusion

(End of chapter)