Chapter 3645
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Huo Mien carefully opened the package.
Inside was a dress …
To be more precise, it was a wedding gown …
It was white. It lay quietly in the box …
However, Huo Mien's uneasiness grew stronger and stronger.
Her instincts told her not to look at it anymore. She should throw it away and pretend she never received this gift.
However, her curiosity told her that she had to see what it was that made it so mysterious.
Huo Mien licked her dry lips and suddenly picked up the white veil with one hand.
Then, her heart skipped a beat …
That was actually …
It was really that dress. It was the one Huo Siqian had given her to wear during the strange wedding at the cliff.
Because it was designed by Huo Siqian when he was young …
This wedding gown meant a lot to him.
But on such a day, she actually received this dress. Then …
Could it be? Huo Siqian was back …
At this thought, Huo Mien's heart skipped a beat.
She wasn't afraid of Huo Siqian. She was afraid that Huo Siqian was no longer the same person.
She was afraid that he had been controlled by the Jack in his heart.
Looking carefully, there was indeed red blood in the center of the wedding gown, where the heart was.
Although it wasn't very obvious, as a doctor, she still noticed it.
It was as if a drop of blood had dripped on it on purpose.
Huo Mien threw the wedding gown on the ground …
Then, all the memories of being imprisoned on the deserted island by Huo Siqian instantly came back to her.
In such a person's office, even though it was daytime, she actually felt cold.
"Little Jie, Little Jie …"
Huo Mien was on the verge of breaking down as she desperately called out to Chen Jie.
"Sister Mian, what's wrong?"
Chen Jie heard the sound and quickly pushed the door open.
She didn't even have time to call the Deputy Director. Instead, she called out to Sister Mian.
"Jie, quick … throw this away. Throw it away as far as possible. No, burn it. Hurry up and burn it."
"Sister Mian, whose dress is this? It's not good to burn it, right?"
Although the medical staff were not superstitious, they knew that if someone died in the hospital, they would definitely die.
The family would then burn all the belongings of the deceased.
Therefore, Chen Jie thought it would be weird to burn the clothes.
"Then throw it away. Throw it far away," Huo Mien emphasized again.
"Sister Mian, are you okay? What happened to your clothes?"
Chen Jie had no idea what was going on.
"A mental patient sent it. It's okay …"
Huo Mien clutched his chest, still a little nervous.
"Alright, then I'll take it away. Don't be afraid. If you need anything, just call me. I'll be right outside."
"Alright."
Huo Mien calmed down a little after Chen Jie left with the blood-stained wedding dress.
Then, as soon as he sat down in his office chair, the landline phone rang.
For some reason, Huo Mien felt that the phone call was too coincidental.
It rang for a long time before she picked it up …
"Hello? I'm Huo Mien, the deputy director of South Side Recuperation Center. "Huo Mien tried to calm himself down.
“Happybirthdaytoyou!”
“Happybirthdaytoyou!”
A man's voice was singing on the phone, but his voice was a little strange, as if something was stuck in his throat.
"May I ask who this is?"
Many people knew about Huo Mien's birthday. Even many of his fans on Weibo remembered it, so this wasn't strange.
"Sister Mian, did you receive the present I sent you?"
After singing the happy birthday song, the man suddenly asked with a smile.
Huo Mien froze on the spot … before he could answer.
The man on the other end laughed weirdly and continued, "Sister Mian, happy birthday … I miss you so much."
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