The glasses boy probably hadn't done such a thing, so he was a little scared and said, "I'll talk to Brother Rui." ”

"What did you tell him to do?" Huang Mao smiled very weirdly, "Brahma is really stupid, and if the power brother is gone, he will be lawless?" Let me do this and that all day long, he has something to do, it just so happens that if he really dares to touch it, he himself will not be able to go in. ”

The boy in glasses stared at him for a few seconds and said, "But we did it too." ”

Huang Mao raised his eyebrows: "There is no monitoring over there, the car he drives, we wear invisible gloves and we don't leave fingerprints, and there are no footprints on the road here, and the person is also on him, what does it have to do with us?" ”

The boy with glasses didn't say anything, looked back, and heard Huang Mao say again: "Don't drive, let's go to the neighborhood for a meal before leaving." ”

After the two of them left, Brahma squatted down, her eyes fell on Nie Zhao, her eyes were closed, her face was ruddy, and her face was full of wine and customs, perhaps because of the additional prodigal private life chaos and the additional words mixed in a group of men, so that her whole person exuded a very depraved aura, no different from those prostitutes/women when the clubhouse still existed.

He stroked the girl's long hair, revealing a clean and beautiful face, and stared at the person in a low voice with some obsession, "Nie Zhao, you found it yourself." ”

When the gaze fell on the person's white and slender legs, the hem of the skirt was folded up to the knees, and the exposed white was enough to take the heart's soul.

Before he could touch him, the whole person was grabbed by the collar and lifted, the scene in front of him shook into a ball, and a fist smashed straight into his face.

"What the are you doing??!

"I'm grass." Brahma was completely smashed to the ground, his cheeks suddenly became red and swollen, and he stood up and scuffled with Zhaorui.

The sound of punches resounded throughout the steel mill, and the sound of fist fights could even be heard in the huge space.

After about ten minutes, Brahma fell downwind and was pressed by Zhao Rui and could not stand up.

"Zhaorui, don't the forget who you are! You are so protective of this bitch, don't you know, the person just got out of Jin Zhuoqi's car, and he doesn't know you fucking anymore. ”

Zhao Rui let go of the man's collar, stood up, looked at him lying on the ground, and lit a cigarette from his pocket.

"That's none of your business."

Brahma tugged at the collar of his shirt, pressed the tip of his tongue against his swollen cheeks, stood up, and finally said, "I may not touch her, but it is not too much to keep her for the night." ”

"Anyway, I must dissipate Lao Tzu's anger tonight, otherwise I won't be finished with her."

Brahma looked at Zhao Rui with a vicious look in his eyes: "Brother Rui, I have already given you enough face." ”

Zhao Rui looked at Nie Zhao lying on the ground, he shouldn't have touched her, except for some dirt on his body, there was nothing.

I won't be frozen to death on this day.

"What's wrong with her?"

"I was knocked unconscious, and I'm going to wake up in a while."

Zhao Rui stared at her for a long time, then turned around and left, walked to the door and stopped, turned back and stared at Brahma cautiously: "You come with me." ”

Brahma shrugged his shoulders and limped out with him, locking the door tightly, and the light that penetrated through the door gradually disappeared through the gap in the middle of the door, until the light that fell on Nie Zhao was completely annihilated.

July is quietly approaching, and the weather is unbearably hot.

The steel mill was opaque, and the temperature difference between day and night was large, and Nie Zhao was wearing a skirt, bare neck, arms and long legs, and was awakened by the cold air.

The moment she opened her eyes, she felt a sharp pain in the back of her head, like a nail inserted into it and pulled out alive, leaving an irreparable wound.

It was so dark in front of her that she thought she was blind, her palm was propping up on the ground, and the other palm was dangling in front of her, and she couldn't see anything clearly.

The darkness made her whole body tense, her spirit was tense to the point of pain, and a sense of fear arose, and she touched the side, and the ground was concrete, very icy, and there was nothing but a little dust.

She looked up and saw a very vague vent, staring for a long time before she saw it.

She could only move backwards slightly, but fortunately she was not very far against the wall, and she was clinging to the cold wall, bending her knees, holding her legs and chin on her knees, and her fear and disgust with the darkness made her breathe a little unsmooth, and she could only open her lips slightly, and she could hear her faint gasp as if she was being tightened by something.

"Anyone?" Nie Zhao let out a low voice.

There are only empty echoes.

If someone had made a sound the moment she woke up, but at this time, there was no sound, and this quiet and deathly aura made Nie Zhao's face a little pale, and he even began to feel chest tightness and shortness of breath.

She quickly took it into her pocket, but she didn't have the medicine with her in the apartment, and she didn't know where the phone had fallen, maybe someone else had taken it on purpose.

I thought about how she could raise the kitten well after not feeding the kitten tonight.

She leaned back, her head hitting the wall with a "pop" sound, a little cold, she could only lower her head and cover her shoulders with her long hair, rub her palms together her arms, staring at the darkness in her eyes, and closing her eyes in despair.

She didn't know if she had slept or was unconscious, but when she woke up the next day and saw the light coming through the crack in the door, she quickly got up and tried to open the door, but her legs went limp, and her eyes were dark, and she collapsed on the ground again, bruising and bleeding from her knees.

She was so weak that she could feel the scorching sun outside the door, and a layer of cold sweat broke out on her forehead, and she held on to the wall for a while, and finally she couldn't get up, and she was as if she had been drained of blood.

Maybe it was because she hadn't eaten, or maybe it was because she had woken up in a coma last night, staring at the darkness several times and falling into fear deep into her bones, which made her feel a little confused, and it was difficult for her eyes to focus.

All she could do was lean against the wall, her legs folded, her whole pale face buried under her arms, waiting for a moment to slow down before she got up, or for someone to come looking for her.

Almost half an hour later, Nie Zhao felt some roaring in his ears, the pain in the back of his head seemed to dissipate a little, or the nerves were too fragile to be stimulated, so that she had weakened the pain, which was not a good phenomenon, so he could only bury his head more, take out the conch necklace from his neck, hold it tightly in the palm of his hand, and prick her into the flesh in sharp places.

The door opened abruptly.

A huge ray of light broke into the mill and illuminated every inch of it.

Nie Zhao turned his head to see in an instant, Jin Zhuoqi was wearing a black and white sports jacket, a very light outfit walked in, the light illuminated his figure very clearly, his slender height pulled down a long shadow, and his shoulders and dark and messy hair seemed to be fainted, which made Nie Zhao feel a little dazzling.

She let go of her grip on the conch, blocking it from the light, and it wasn't until Jin Zhuoqi came over and stood in front of him that she lowered her hand.

Tilting his head up, in this posture, he could only see Jin Zhuoqi's cold jawline, dark eyebrows and eyes, and some messy hair in front of his eyes, which looked condescending and indifferent.

"I thought you were going to lock me up for another night." The girl looked up at him quietly, her voice hoarse to the point of changing voice.

He's a man who can drink so well that he doesn't need anyone to block the wine at all.

After leaving the bar, that's the goal.

Nie Zhao lowered her head, and pantothenic acid began to appear in her stomach, which made her want to vomit a little, but her body was obviously empty, and she buried her head in the crook of her arm again, feeling the scorching light scorching her cold body, and she was scalded and shrunk her neck.

"I can't stand up."

Nie Zhao thinks she has nothing to be afraid of, but she is very afraid of the dark, and even in the days when she lives alone in the Taiwan Strait and does not dare to go out, she has to turn on the lights every day.

She hated not being able to see anything while she was still conscious, as if she were more afraid than the walking dead.

Fu Kun behind him came in running, and before he could squeak, he heard this sentence, and was a little stunned, and subconsciously looked at Jin Zhuoqi.

Jin Zhuoqi was silent for a moment, then sneered, and slowly squatted in front of her, her slender finger bones forcibly raising her chin, her eyes were full of red bloodshots, her body trembled violently, perhaps she was frozen, frightened, her face was pale, her hair was messy, as if she had been dead for a few days.

"Can't stand it?"

Jin Zhuoqi noticed the many small wounds on her legs, lowered her eyes, stood up and took a step back, took out a box of Yellow Crane Towers from her pocket, opened the brand new box, took out a cigarette, and touched her pocket again.

Fu Kun next to him hurriedly took out his mobile phone from his pocket and handed it to him, Jin Zhuoqi took it, lit the cigarette with a silver lighter, bit it on his lips, took a deep breath, the mist overflowed from the corners of his lips, and his eyebrows and eyes were full of anger.

"Nie Zhao, do you know what the symptoms of death from heart disease are?"

"Chest pain, dyspnea, convulsions, edema all over the body."

"Do you know how much it hurts and scares when she leaves?"

Nie Zhao's ears were buzzing with the cochlea, and his shoulders trembled as if his whole body was spasming, but his words were always penetrating, and they could cross all obstacles and flood into her mind without any difference.

Let her know clearly what a fatal mistake she made.

"I'm sorry."

Nie Zhao clenched his fingers, his nails grasping the bones of his knees, and left bloody marks one after another, trying to detain all the flesh and skin.

"It's me who I'm sorry Auntie."

After she finished speaking, her mind turned white, her eyes gradually became unclear, her consciousness dissipated, and her body fell to the ground uncontrollably.

Fu Kun saw her faint, subconsciously took a step forward, and then set his eyes on Jin Zhuoqi.

So, the person who caused the aunt to miss the treatment was Nie Zhao?

"Brother Zhuo."

Fu Kun hesitated for a second, and then said, "Nie Zhao seems to have misunderstood. ”

"Go find out who did it."

Fu Kun said yes.

And he said, "What about her?" ”

He couldn't tell Jin Zhuoqi's attitude towards Nie Zhao a little.

As soon as the words fell, Jin Zhuoqi threw away the cigarette in his hand, and after crushing it, he bent down and picked up Nie Zhao horizontally, and strode out of the steel mill.

Fu Kun hurriedly ran to keep up, opened the door in the back row, turned his head and sat in the driver's seat and drove straight to the hospital.

***

Nie Zhao woke up at five o'clock in the afternoon, the ward was empty, she stared at the ceiling, and saw an infusion bottle hanging next to it, along the thin tube that was connected to the back of her hand on the quilt.

Her throat was a little dry, she licked her upturned lips, coughed again, and saw that her phone was sitting next to her.

The screen was broken again, but it was still usable after turning it on, and when I looked at the time, I saw that there were quite a lot of missed calls on her phone.

I thought it was Lu Xiang's, but after opening it, I saw that it was another number from the Taiwan Strait, this number she was quite familiar with, it was Wen Yan's deputy number, and she rarely used it.

She didn't plan to call back, but the other party called at the first moment she turned on the phone, and it seems that there were a lot of calls today.

After answering, Nie Zhao didn't say anything, and the other party shouted urgently: "Nie Zhao, you hurry up and transfer 200,000 yuan to me this card now, I have an urgent need, and I will return it to you immediately when I have it in two days." ”

How can the money in her hands be repaid?

Nie Zhao was weak, and his voice was extremely hoarse, but he couldn't hide the mockery in his tone: "Didn't you sell my photos before, and they ran out?" ”

"How do you know I'm sold?? That guy wouldn't let me sell it to anyone else, otherwise it would have been all on the Internet a long time ago. ”

"Hurry up, I lost playing mahjong, and people blocked me all day, you transfer it to me first, and I'll pay it back to you tomorrow."

Nie Zhao was lying flat on the bed, I don't know if she was hit somewhere, the bones in her whole body were very painful, she didn't have the slightest strength, the exhaustion all over her body dragged her spirit, and she didn't have the heart to quarrel with her.

"Where did I get the money?"

"Don't fool me, I know, you and that Ge family, Ge Yuankai, can he ignore you? Doesn't he like you very much, Nie Zhao, you can help my aunt, after my sister died, I brought you back from the orphanage, even if I messed up all these years, I will take you to let you eat and drink warm, right? I didn't ask you to follow me, did you? ”

Nie Zhao's eyes were blank, and he said a little weakly: "You sell the photos, you can sell them to anyone, you can distribute them on the Internet, you can take as much money as you can get, and you can sell whatever I can." ”

"I don't have any money, I'm all paying it back."

YES sent her a default bill a few days ago, and she pieced together all the money she had, and now she has less than 30,000 yuan left.

"What the are you doing with them?? It's not enough for them to squeeze you?? It's really dark how much money you've made for them, and you're still falling into such a well. ”

Wen Yan saw that she didn't say anything, and she also heard that something was wrong with her voice, and said with concern: "What's wrong with you?" Got a cold? ”

"Hmm." Nie Zhao closed his eyes and was groggy.