Chapter XX Cell & Girls & mp mp; cadavers and middot;

She grew awake from her coma and slowly opened her eyes—

The darkness.

Beyond the darkness is still darkness.

She felt as if she were in another time.

She raised her hand to touch her face, but couldn’t move a finger.Her feet didn’t feel it either, as if they didn’t exist.

The last scene she could recall was playing with Aristotle in the bathroom.

What happened after that was completely blank.It seems that the memory of this in the brain has been removed.As if she blinked her eyes, she fell into the darkness from Murong Yuchuan’s room.

She groaned, trying to twist her body.He found out that he had been stripped naked and naked.The rough floor rubbed her bare skin, and fear instantly occupied her heart, she wanted to call for help, but she could not make a sound.

She felt the sharp thorns on the floor pierced into her skin.It hurts.

She twisted her limbs.I found that my hands and feet were not sure what was firmly fixed on the floor.

There was a pungent smell floating in the darkness.

There is also a deep humidness of the bone marrow.

She listened clearly to her heartbeat.

Squeak, pomp, poh, huh...

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The phone rang for a long time, and Murong Yuchuan was awake from the tructant.The phone call came from my mother.Twice a week, routine, what this woman does is routine, and her life is an aviation schedule, accurate to the minute.Go to work, work, pay utility bills, pay property fees, buy vegetables, cook, wash clothes, clean up, watch bubble dramas... In the face of the husband, keep a respectful smile, face the son day after day with the same words.

The Murongs are recognized as exemplary couples between colleagues and friends.Greetings as a guest, white-headed and old-headed.In Murong Yuchuan's memory, the parents' room is silent every day after the lights are turned off.There is no curious sound, no whisper, seamless harmony, impeccable.

Over the past four years, Mrs. Murong’s schedule has been added to her schedule, calling her son twice a week.Repeat what Murong Yuchuan heard at home, on the phone, and all Murong Yuchuan has to do is repeat the verb "um" on the phone.

My mother rarely said a few words today.“You’re in such a bad mood, what’s the matter?”

“Hmm.”After Murong Yuchuan's habitual words, he changed his words and said, "No."

“Isn’t the money enough?”

“No.”

“Don’t do anything illegal.”

“I know.I have something else to talk about.”

Murong Yuchuan said after hanging up the phone.He sat on the sidewalk and looked at the car, unable to say what it was like.

The phone rings again.Murong Yuchuan did not answer.

The ringing of the bell is very persistent, ringing until it hangs automatically, and it rings again...

Murong Yuchuan picked up his mobile phone and shouted indignation: “I am still in class!”

He lied about being angry.How many people in reality accuse others of their reasons for not being based on lies?