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In the quiet and weird room, Zhen Yi heard her heart beating violently in her chest,

boom!

boom.

She knew that the words could certainly determine whether Xu Mo was lying, but she was still panicking uncontrollably.

Yange drank the water in the glass slowly, with the mouth of the glass facing down, signaling to Xu Mo. Immediately, put the cup firmly back on the table.

The expression is as calm as ever.

Zhen Yi was still very nervous, she was too familiar with his expression, maybe other people could not notice it, but she saw that his eyebrows frowned slightly, as if what he drank made him uncomfortable.

Even though the expression was fleeting, she couldn't help shaking and stopped breathing.

She didn't know which glass she was drinking. However, as time passed slowly, he seemed fine.

Half a moment later, her heart slowly fell, because Xu Mo said: "How do you know?"

The words said calmly: "I am a doctor and know what you are thinking."

Xu Mo lowered his eyes for a moment and asked, "I think there is something wrong with my heart, what do you say?" The patient's tone was unhappy.

"You are indeed sick." Yan Ge said, "many doctors can't save."

Xu Mo's hand holding the trigger was released, and Zhen Yi suddenly understood that he didn't need the doctor to say that he was ill, he wanted the doctor to save him.

Xu Mo didn't speak, but Yan noticed that his emotions were loose, and said gently:

"I saw the painting in your room, Apollo and Artemis entwined, you used to like it."

Xu Mo said nothing.

"They are twin sisters, just like you and Xu Qian.

As a teenager, you like a girl, but she is your sister, and people in the family scold you and rebuke you with words you can't bear. They isolate you from her life and keep you away, saying you are perverted. You can only spy on it. Seeing her without you, life is as gorgeous as a butterfly, and watching her have many boyfriends, your heart begins to hurt. "

The gun in Xu Mo's hand hung down, his face blank and lonely.

The voice of speech is not slow, but there is faint tension in the quiet room, the words are clear:

"The more pain you get, the more you can't do it in the day, you can't sleep at night. You start to take the painkiller antidepressant, but it's useless, and your heart is getting more and more painful, but no doctor has diagnosed your condition and refused to treat it or refuse Prescribe medicine ... "

Zhen Yi listened, silently.

Many doctors understand medical skills, but they don't understand medical minds. Is it really healthy to judge that there is no pain by physiological standards?

The speech stopped for a second, remembering that Lin Bai was twisted by the police and scolded Xu Qian's deformed fetus for nothing to do with him.

"You started looking for a remedy, looking for medicine to eat, it can only be relieved, not cured, it still hurts. Your heartache originates from your sister, thinking she is your medicine, you start to follow her, and when her drunk and unconscious Her body. That night, you were excited, crazy, vented, and never been so happy.

After that, you haven't relapsed for a long time, and you think you are better and you have stopped taking the medicine. You plan to study abroad and prepare for the TOEFL and GRE exams. But a few months ago, my sister was hospitalized with sudden angina and was found to have heart disease.

You panic. I think it's your illness that transferred to her. My sister has been very healthy. You think Dr. An Yao, who found her sick, is very good, and she started to check with her, but she said that you were not sick, and you thought the lesion was transferred to her sister.

Later, your sister died, and your heartache was re-entered, even more painful than before. At this time, I went to check again, and Dr. An stopped sitting, and other doctors said they were not sick. You are completely desperate. "

Words said, "So, there was what happened in the hospital yesterday."

The voice fell and the room was quiet.

Zhen Yi forgot to fear, leaving nothing but incredible.

Xu Mo actually had such a weird past. He loved his own sister and sister when he was a teenager, and the voyeurism was revealed and was scolded by relatives at home.

In fact, from his later behavior and attention, we can see that his love for his sister has faded, and what is more persistent is his heartache.

But at that time, no one thought that the child was just a teenager's confusion and misunderstanding, and it would be corrected if it was unblocked.

Various contemptuous eyes, accompanied by vocabulary such as **** under the hooligan, made him go more and more crooked, and pushed him into his illusory world completely.

Finally, for the purpose of non-love, for the purpose of finding an antidote, he raped his sister.

It's ironic.

Undoubtedly, all the words were correct, because Xu Mo lowered his gun.

He raised his eyebrows and walked along the glass wall, obviously making a choice. His pace is getting faster and faster, and his inner struggle is becoming more and more obvious outside.

At one moment, he paused suddenly, staring at the words: "Who told you, have you seen my mother?"

Yange didn't answer his question directly: "I am a doctor. What I said just now is my diagnosis of you."

Starting from Xu Mo's emotions, he chose one of Xu Mo's most acceptable and trusted methods of speaking;

Hearing the words, the anger that only came out of Xu Mo's body subsided again. He was hesitating, doubting, struggling, and saying that Ge would always appease.

Zhen Yi also seemed to be appeased. She completely believed that he could handle everything, save her and An Yao, save Huai Ru and the baby, and even save Xu Mo.

Xu Mo's aura around him calmed down. When he saw it, Zhen Yi loosened the tight string in his head a little, so he dared to turn his head to read the words.

He stood beside the pool. The wading came, and the trouser legs and shoes were wet. The hand is not put in the pocket as usual, it will make the mental patient doubt and nervous;

He didn't talk about the kung fu just spoken. The mental patient is usually more sensitive. He will perceive and feel that your purpose is to be close, thus greatly reducing the confidence in what you say.

He has always been a person who pays attention to details.

She looked at him, and he seemed to feel it, his eyes flickered and he moved over. At a short distance, the eyes were deep, quiet, and stable.

She learned to watch and talk very early.

With a look, she understood.

He was saying: Zhen Yi, don't be afraid.

Suddenly, her heart was sour and warm, and she was about to cry again. Where would he be afraid of him?

Xu Mo thought for a long time, a little shaken, and hesitantly said, "Then you should know what medicine I gave you just now."

Did he take the medicine?

Zhen Yi was surprised, indeed, just now Xu Mo said that one cup is poison and one cup is medicine.

Yan Ge saw her nervous face and said flatly: "Well, the medicine for curing the disease." The tone seemed worthless.

Zhen Yi's heart fell a little.

"Xu Mo, you are not suitable for this medicine, it will not cure you."

Xu Mo was again said to him.

It is good to take medicine every time the disease occurs, and the frequency and intensity of the onset of illness are increasing. Even if you know it, there is no way to do it, because only this kind of medicine in the world can relieve the pain of his illness.

He finally asked: "Do you know how to cure?"

The expression was very short, "Uh", did not say how to cure, nor did he propose to treat him, but gave him the initiative, said: "I give you the address of the hospital, when you want to go Can you go by yourself? "

Xu Mo said nothing.

Zhen Yi suddenly realized that her speech could take care of the patient's mind at any detail. Perhaps, as long as he wants, he can easily gain the trust of any patient.

He took a business card from his pocket, put it in a cup, and pushed the mobile stage in front of him. Xu Mo stared at the business card for a few seconds, without meaning.

Zhen Yi was slightly nervous, but she seemed to be relaxed. She thought about it, and realized that Xu Mo actually remembered the business card clearly.

For the next few minutes, there was silence.

If Xu Mo didn't speak, he wouldn't take the initiative to make any request, nor would he take the initiative to spy on his psychology.

The two seemed to be silently fighting.

Xu Mo was suspicious and wanted to find out what was the case of speech, but there was nothing in the speech from head to toe that could leak thin details. As usual, no one would let anyone see their thoughts.

The room is quiet, you can even hear the subtle operation sound of the instrument.

The long silence made Zhen Yi and An Yao gradually nervous, and the atmosphere did not dare to show up.

Suddenly, Xu Mo lowered his head and snorted, holding the glass wall with one hand and holding the left chest with his other hand, bowing down his body, holding on to something, suffering as much as possible.

The blue muscles on his forehead burst, his face pale, his teeth clenched, and his face was cold and sweating. Such a tall man shivered violently, like sifting bran.

Zhen Yi knew that he was delusional and psychological. But it is too realistic to look at him "closely" from a close distance, and almost challenges her conception: Can a person who is not ill suffer from this miserable situation?

Words are still not close, nor open.

Soon, Xu Mo was so sweaty that his clothes were sweaty and sore with tears in his mouth, and he couldn't say a sentence: "Care ... filling heart ... useless, useless ... change heart, useless ..."

"Doctor ..." He curled up and yelled in pain, "Talk to the doctor!"

Zhen Yixin relaxed, he really remembered the business card.

Yange came over and took him to the glass house, let him lie down on the operating table:

"Where is the switch, we need absolute darkness and absolute silence."

Xu Mo cramped in pain, trembling and pointing, turning off the running instrument and all the lights. Only one of the shadowless lights was turned on, and the brightness was very dark.

"Xu Mo, take a deep breath." His voice was unusually calm and peaceful, without coercion or pressure, slowly, "breath deeply, open your mouth, inhale, yes."

"Xu Mo, look at my finger."

Zhen Yi looked at the past.

The expression was focused, and with a faint beam of light, his face was illusory and delicate, and seemed to melt into the darkness behind him.

At this moment, he will not be distracted by her.

His fingers were slender and well-defined, and he was white and transparent under the lamp, with a faint flesh color.

He shook his finger: "Xu Mo, his eyes looked at the light in my fingers, followed it, and returned ..."

His fingers swayed dexterously, and the light became obediently obedient between the fingers, flashing like an indicator light according to his will.

In the dark room, only his hand held a beam of light, a little bit of light.

"Look at the light spot and follow it ..."

Zhen Yi vaguely remembered that this is a variant of some kind of eye movement desensitization therapy.

Time is like water, flowing slowly in minutes and seconds.

Yan's hands seemed to play the piano, and his voice was as pleasant as a musical instrument. The magical thing was that Xu Mo was really quiet. He didn't fall asleep, and there was light shining and shimmering in his eyes.

Unknowingly, he loosened his grip on his heart, breathing evenly, and the undulations of his chest tended to be gentle.

At the end of the treatment, Yan retracted his hand and his expression was quiet, without ripples.

Xu Mo lay on the operating table, raised his hand in a daze, and touched his heart. For a moment, there was mist in his eyes, and he murmured, "It doesn't hurt anymore."

As the saying goes: "You think it would be better to replace a new one; I chose to save and make up."

Zhen Yi's heart shook slightly. This is the consistent attitude of Yan Ge towards people.

I still remember talking to him about Qi Xingyuan and Hongdou. She has checked many real cases. It is not unusual for Qi Xingyuan and other former children to fail and have to re-birth.

At that time, he said that he felt that it was more difficult to save the proportion, and it was more humane.

Holding his chest, Xu Mo said dumbly: "I know." He couldn't believe it now. He didn't take medicine, and his heart didn't hurt.

Yan Yi glanced at Zhen Yi and asked restraintly: "This lady's leg is injured, can Dr. Ann stop her bleeding?"

Xu Mo was silent for a while, doing more than the words required, he gave the key to An Yao and Zhen Yi to loosen the chain. The expression is confused and empty, but compromises.

Yange bypassed the operating table to help Zhenyi, and was unconsciously getting faster;

She looked at him expectantly before he leaned over to hold her shoulder, and she threw herself into his arms, clenching her teeth without saying a word, and buried her head on his shoulder, and tears came out.

The shirt on his shoulder soon became wet and sticky, and his heart was dull and frozen again.

He saw her crying the least.

As soon as she cried, he was at a loss. As if there was no solution to travel all over the world.

He knew she was sad, not because of a leg injury, but because of the tragic death of Officer Lin.

He gritted his teeth indifferently, adjusting his breath to a bit of chaos.

He wrapped her hand around his neck, hugged her waist, and bent the other hand into her leg socket. He hadn't picked it up yet, and heard her whimpering very low: "It's all me, I shouldn't get off the car to find the toilet. "

The next second, more violent tears poured into his neck, slipped into his chest, and soon became cold and cool.

He looked at her sideways, but she buried her head tightly, not letting him see her expression, only showing pale temples and wet ear roots.

She didn't see it, her eyes were red.

Moist water mist vaguely appeared.

He didn't speak, lowered his head, and pressed it tightly against her cold cheek, very hard.

He hugged her horizontally and cautiously, afraid of hurting her foot.

After getting up, he glanced at An Yao.

An Yao agreed, and asked softly, "Can I go and see that child?"

Xu Mo still felt the painless heart, nodding.

An Yao came out of the glass house.

Yan Zhen held the meaning and walked out carefully.

Huairu outside saw An Yao go out, panicked, afraid of being forgotten, screaming:

"Reporter Zhen, and me."

In an instant, Xu Mo woke up abruptly and turned back, his eyes hated like deception: "You are not a nurse! You lied to me!"

He turned and rushed to get the shotgun.

The situation turned abruptly, Yan Zhen covered Zhen Yi's head, and immediately hid behind the cabinet.

With a bang, the entire glass wall cracked, the fragments exploded all over, and Zhen Yi was blocked by the bodily body, and was not injured by the splashing glass.

Yan quickly took Zhen Yi to the cabinet and squatted behind. Zhen Yi couldn't help but hum. Just now, the wound cracked again.

Hearing her painful moan, he still didn't speak.

Zhen Yi knew that he was awkward in this respect, and the more he wanted to appease, the more he was at a loss.

The next second, he bowed his head again, his jaw firmly against her temple, and pressed hard.

Zhen Yi felt that this action was more heart-warming than a thousand words. She was pressed against his chest by him, in an absolutely protective posture. In his ear was his strong and even chaotic heartbeat.

He would never be nervous or scared unless it was for her.

At this moment, she didn't panic at all.

The room lights didn't turn on, only the beam of light used by Xu Mo for treatment. They hid behind the cabinet, and the shadows of bottles and cans were reflected on the walls.

Yan Ge squatted on the ground, the probe looked out, and Zhen Yi couldn't help it. He pushed her back, and his voice was very low: "Don't be afraid."

"What about An Yao?" Zhen Yi worried.

An Yao lied that she was a nurse to save her.

"She's gone. Xu Mo won't hurt her." After he finished, he suddenly covered Zhen Yi's mouth.

The continuous gunfire stopped, and the surroundings were quiet, only empty footsteps, far and near.

Xu Mo came slowly and stood at the hole of the broken glass to judge the direction of Zhen Yi.

In the dark, his eyebrows frowned, and he wanted to try to appease Xu Mo. He was very sure, but his voice would reveal his position.

If it was just him, he would never turn back.

But Zhen meant, so he would never take risks.

But staying here was discovered by Xu Mo sooner or later.

He glanced around, the cabinet was half-enclosed, just around the glass house, and the curtains were pulled after the two ends were opened. The opening was more than ten meters away from the door.

Yan Yan embraced Zhen Yi, and the arch slowly walked deep into the room, only two steps, a shot!

The metal cabinet trembles violently, the glassware above explodes and splashes, and the liquid gurgles.

Zhen Yi huddled in Yan Ge's arms. The speech just didn't make any sound. Xu Mo seemed to be a bit sharper than ordinary people. Zhen Yi remembered the neuropaths in the hospital.

Words lowered the center of gravity, and continued to move forward slowly, the gunshots chased, and shot on the metal cabinet, thunderous and deafening.

Zhen Yizhen was dizzy, but raised his hand and covered his ears.

He was stunned slightly.

She roughly guessed his thoughts, walked inside first, let Xu Mo habitually shoot along the track, and when he changed the magazine, he turned back and ran out.

But a dozen meters away, there was only a curtain. He escorted her out, how dangerous.

She broke free of him, sat on the ground with a butt, made a boo gesture, and blinked to show that she had a way.

There was no more movement in the room and the gunfire ceased.

Xu Mojing walked slowly for a while, following the direction he finally sensed.

There is a half-meter opening between the two cabinets.

The two were clinging to the cupboard, and in the dark, the shadow of his gun gradually approached.

At the moment he turned, Yan grabbed the body of the shotgun and pulled down. Xu Mo was shocked and pressed the trigger, but the muzzle came to the ground, the bullet exploded violently, and the powerful recoil shocked his shoulder blade and arm.

He felt numb and released the trigger.

Zhen Yiqiang stood up, ready to lift her foot, but she took a step first, swept her foot fiercely, and the barrel was twisted.

Seeing Xu Mo looking back, he touched the trigger again, and he released him instantly, picked up Zhen Yi on the ground, and ran out immediately!

In a flash, Xu Mo pulled the trigger, and the bullet accelerated in the twisted barrel.

With a "bang" explosion!

Out of the room, Xu Mo did not catch up.

Zhen Yi was very nervous, let Yange let her down to run together, he refused, always took her out of the hallway and went up to the ground.

The night was very deep, the moon looked rounder than the full moon, the night wind was roaring, and there was some slack.

He put her down and Zhen Yi asked nervously: "Notify the police immediately."

"When I found the underground room, I called them." The voice was low.

Zhen Yi was stunned: "Since you have called the police, why did you run down?"

"It will take some time for them to come over. I can't wait, and I'm afraid you can't wait. During this time, maybe everything will happen. And I don't believe them." "Catching Xu Mo is a great accomplishment. What if so many people go down to catch him and stimulate him?"

Zhen Yi was very warm in her heart, and just wanted to say, "Speech, you are so kind to me."

He frowned, staring at her chest, and said nervously: "Are you shot?"

Zhen Yi looked down, startled, a large piece of fresh blood on her chest, and touched: "I don't hurt!" He looked up suspiciously, and said, "You were shot!"

She threw herself up and took a look at his clothes. Her chest was full of blood, her shoulder blades were bloody, and even a golden bullet could be seen, deeply embedded in the meat.

He even ran her for so long

She was sore with pain: "You can't feel the pain, you ..." His eyes fell on his neck, and there was a thorn, where there were several openings cut by the glass. A small piece was still tied in the neck, and the transparent glass was stained with blood.

Her eyes were red: "I look behind you."

He didn't move, his expression was safe, there wasn't even a bit of pain, it was as light as just being caught by someone: "Actually, it's really okay, and I don't feel anything ..."

She broke his shoulders, motionless, trying to get around him, but he immediately took her back with one hand.

She gritted her teeth and burst into tears. She grabbed his arm and looked around, and he stopped her and held her, but she didn't want to see it.

Both were silent, fighting.

She grabbed and shuffled, and he calmly controlled.

This time, he did not let her.

So in the end, she collapsed first, and the silent tears finally broke out and burst into tears.

In fact, she glanced at it just now and saw it.

It's all blood behind. Glass flakes, sawdust, iron flakes, barrel fragments ... all pierced him like a hedgehog.

Thinking of him holding her all the way, worrying that her leg injury wouldn't let her walk ... The fragments seemed to be all stuck in her heart, the pain was low and the pain was so bad that she couldn't breathe.

She buried her head in his arms, crying and shaking all over her body;

He bowed his head and lightly touched her head, patting her sweaty back comfortably: "Will not die, what's so crying about?"

She cried more fiercely.

The words seemed to sigh helplessly, but the voice was soft: "We are serious about what we do, and we are 100% engaged, and weeping noses too. When weeping, we don't listen to anything, and the tears flow like a sponge."

"Where?" She retorted buzzingly, but he couldn't cry.

Soon, the police and ambulance arrived.

An Yao, Huai Ru and the baby were quickly rescued.

Zhen Yi got a doctor to check her speech, but she saw her speech and stared at the exit.

"what happened?"

"Xu Mo." Yan Ge's face was pale, "Why hasn't he come out yet?"

After waiting for a while, Xu Mo came out ... carried on a stretcher, covered in white cloth ...

"Is the barrel explosion hurt a critical part?" Zhen Yi whispered, it was a bit uncomfortable. I remembered Xu Mo nervously saying, "My mother said I wouldn't let me kill, so you go", and he lowered his head and shed tears, "My heart hurts so much, why don't everyone believe me or save me" .

Words walked over, opened the white cloth,

After his death, Xu Mo looked extraordinarily pale and fragile, and he looked very handsome, not like a lunatic.

He was soaked in dampness, and a knife disappeared into his chest.

Yange closed the white cloth, stepped back, and watched Xu Mo lifted away.

The wind at night is even greater. The hair on his forehead fluttered openly, revealing a white and full forehead.

For a long time, he glanced back, at a long distance, but he still could see clearly.

There was no one in his car.

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