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After escaping, he hid on the rooftop of a nearby building, trembling for no reason. He recalled what happened in the garage not long ago.
As if it was right in front of him.
Blood pool, frightened eyes, and miserable screams …
Mo Xiaofei subconsciously covered his forehead, trying to calm down and convince himself, "It's your fault … It's your fault … Why did you resist … It's your fault … It's your fault … It's your fault …"
Mo Xiaofei didn't know how much time had passed, but he began to feel the pain in his head was gone. He stood up and took a deep breath. Once again, he glided down between the buildings in the night.
He returned to the alley.
The owner called the police and the ambulance. Some onlookers watched the medical staff send the man into the ambulance with a stretcher.
"To be honest, officer, I really don't know! When I caught up with him, this guy was lying on the ground, covered with blood! I was the one who was robbed. Many people saw it. If you don't believe me, you can ask the people who sell their wares nearby! "
At this time, Mo Xiaofei was also among the onlookers.
They discussed it like this.
"That's terrible. Such a big glass body was inserted, and the ground was covered with blood!"
"Wicked people suffer a lot …"
Mo Xiaofei didn't continue to watch. 'Wicked people suffer a lot … It's your fault.'
But for some reason, Mo Xiaofei was in a bad mood tonight. After he hurriedly brought the few people he had caught to the abandoned factory, he didn't pay any attention to them. All he wanted to do was to rush home.
'Yes, it's your fault.'
…
As usual, Mo Xiaofei hid a set of clothes and tools downstairs, and then flew to the window of his room along the wall.
It was not high, only the third floor … The window was opened. Mo Xiaofei gave a start. He remembered that he should have closed the window when he left.
Mo Xiaofei frowned, stepping over the window frame, opened the curtain, and landed on the ground. When he was about to turn on the desk lamp, the incandescent light was turned on. Mo Xiaofei gave a start. At this moment, he saw his father Mo Hongqi in the room.
He turned on the light … He saw himself coming in through the window. Because there was still a curtain between them, perhaps they didn't see his' flying 'appearance. Instead, they just thought that he had crawled in.
But even so, it made Mo Xiaofei feel uneasy … He didn't know how to explain this to his father.
She also subconsciously hid the backpack with a set of tools behind her back. "Dad, I …"
"Are you hungry? It's so late. " Unexpectedly, Mo Hongqi suddenly said, "I just made some food. Let's eat together."
Mo Xiaofei nodded subconsciously.
The lights in her father's studio were still on. Maybe he was rushing to finish the sculpture for the client? The father and son sat at the table. Because of Mo Hongqi's inconvenience, the food they ate was quite simple. It was just some chopped green onion noodles with some sauce.
"You didn't close the window properly at night, and a stray cat ran in from who knows where." Mo Hongqi ate the noodles and said softly, "I called you a few times, but there was no response."
Mo Xiaofei lowered his head, saying, "That stray cat …"
"Maybe it was frightened when it went in, so it jumped out." Mo Hongqi looked at Mo Xiaofei with a gentle smile.
A father always had a faint majesty to his son. Mo Xiaofei didn't dare to look at his father, saying uneasily, "Dad, I … I'm fine. I didn't do anything."
Mo Xiaofei felt that such a tone had no persuasive power … He didn't know how to confess to his father.
"Hurry up and eat. Then tidy up and go to bed. Don't wake up your mother. "Mo Hongqi said softly," You have to go to school tomorrow. Don't waste your energy. "
Mo Xiaofei didn't know why his nose twitched, blurting out, "Dad, actually I …"
Unexpectedly, Mo Hongqi's father shook his head at this moment, saying suddenly, "Today, the school teacher called, saying that it's not safe recently and asked the parents to take care of the children. I guess there should be a murder case two days ago. It's reported that several students were killed. They should be from your school. "
Mo Hongqi's father glanced at his son, noticing that his eyes seemed to shrink, "You've been very sensible since childhood. If there's something you can't solve, you can discuss it with me or your mother. As a man, you don't have to shoulder everything by yourself. And, no matter what you do, pay attention to safety. "
"I … I won't sneak out again." Mo Xiaofei lowered his head.
Mo Hongqi said softly, "Hurry up and eat."
Mo Xiaofei nodded. After eating, he went back to the room after tidying up. Lying on the bed, he couldn't fall asleep.
…
Meow ~
Boss Luo, who wasn't from the Cat Alien party, looked at the black stray cat that was acting cute at his feet. He squatted down and stretched out his hand to tease its neck. Then, he took out a small package of milk biscuits, taking one out and putting it on the ground.
He stroked the kitten's hair, looking at the room that was used as a studio with a faint light on, saying nothing.
How would Mo Xiaofei choose the next path?
The club's boss actually had a feeling of deja vu — as if he had suddenly obtained a magical power.
Different people with the same experience, what would they choose?
"Let's wait and see."
Luoqiu sprinkled another biscuit, looking at the kitten's gnawing appearance, suddenly saying softly, "There is a bigger problem ahead."
Standing up, Boss Luo finally said to the kitten, "Find an owner, because you don't know when an accident will happen to you."
…
…
Taking a deep breath, Mo Xiaofei walked into the hospital.
It should be this hospital … the man who was sent here last night.
Robbery wasn't supposed to be a deadly crime. Mo Xiaofei didn't think that he would end up like this at the beginning. He comforted himself, but his mind was restless. So, he came here hesitantly when school was over at noon.
"The one last night should be in the ICU … Who are you to him?"
Facing the nurse's inquiry, Mo Xiaofei suddenly said, "You dropped something."
The nurse at the front desk gave a start, looking down subconsciously. The cup on the counter suddenly fell to the ground and broke. The nurse screamed. When she came back to her senses, Mo Xiaofei had already disappeared.
In the corridor.
Two nurses passed by with a cart, talking … about the matter of arriving at the ward.
"It's so miserable. Mother was waiting for the operation to save her life, but when she turned around, even father was lying on the ground."
"Alas, it seems that they couldn't raise the money for the operation, so they took the risk to rob … Unexpectedly."
"This little girl is too strong. Obviously, she was so uneasy …"
Mo Xiaofei's body trembled slightly, looking toward the ward subconsciously … For the first time, he clearly saw the hazy figure that he couldn't see clearly.
For the first time, he couldn't see the strength of the past from her.
Looking at the pale girl who was sitting beside the sickbed with red eyes but didn't shed tears, Mo Xiaofei stepped back.
He knocked against the chair in the corridor, sitting down weakly. He felt his body trembling violently, and at the same time, he seemed to have difficulty breathing.
His body seemed to be hollowed out.
"Luo Ji … Why … is it you …"
Mo Xiaofei suddenly grasped his hair. He saw the bright red in front of his eyes, as if he had fallen into a whirlpool … The garage, the abandoned factory, the alley last night, and those 'prisoners' who were hung in the 'prison'.
He lowered his head, seeing a drop of blood dripping on the floor.
One drop after another.
That was the blood from his nose. Mo Xiaofei touched it in a panic, wiping it … a pair of blood-stained hands appeared.
'Wicked people suffer a lot … It's your fault …'
'What a miserable little girl. Mother is still waiting for help …'
'Please, let me go … Let me go, I dare not, don't hit me, don't hit me …'
'What a miserable little girl …'
'Wicked people suffer a lot … It's your fault …'
'What a miserable little girl …'
'Wicked people suffer a lot … It's your fault …'
'Wicked people suffer a lot … It's your fault …'
'What a miserable little girl …'
…
He felt unprecedented coldness, confusion and … fear.
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PS1: Today, someone complained that I'm a maniac who tortures the supporting roles, saying 'I'm going to send a blade! 'and so on.
PS2: Of course, I know it's a joke … probably.
PS3: Classmate Mo Xiaofei, I hope he can get a fair result … Of course, it's just what I think in my heart. It's hard to get everyone's opinion.
PS4: I'm writing like walking on thin ice …
PS5: So I'm still shamelessly asking for a recommendation …
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