When he turned around and no longer had to deal with Su Yao, his face began to look ugly.

Threaten yourself?

Although this was the case, he was really not sure whether there were any corresponding forces entangled with those disgusting monsters behind the monster.

But here is a person with complete experience and files, who became a teacher, Su Yao.

Most likely a lunatic.

If you only look at this point, just follow his wishes for the time being and see what he says when the time comes. A madman cannot forcefully ask anything.

When my colleagues at the school learned about the situation, it wasn't that no one came over. It was because they all knew that when something like this happened, the person involved didn't have time to deal with who should thank whom.

So only the principal and the male teacher who often chatted with Su Yao were sent to visit.

Without saying much, he gave a few instructions and left. He placed a bouquet of flowers next to his daughter's hospital bed.

After tonight, Su Xiaoli will have to be pushed into the operating room for a near-death operation.

Su Yao was beside him, clutching the relics that the inspector had recorded and returned.

For example, You Ye’s mobile phone.

Su Yao found something very interesting on it.

For example, the reason why Youye's cooking skills have improved is not because her taste has recovered or because practice makes perfect.

It was she who turned all kinds of cuisines into formulas and used problem-solving methods to cook. Every seasoning and ingredient was accurate to the milligram, so how could it be possible that she couldn't cook meals to the same level as 'practice makes perfect'.

photo.

They are just ordinary photos of people getting together.

Apart from the notes for myself, there is nothing else in the address book.

The call records are all numbers.

Quite lazy.

When I turned to WeChat, I saw small red letters.

draft.

9.39am. Not sent.

There is only one ‘.’.

If you look carefully, you can see that there are light fingerprints on it and it is stained with blood.

What do you want to say?

Can you re-edit it now and tell me what you want to say?

He stared blankly at the remaining dots without any response.

There was no sound at all at night, and the residual light from the street lights that filtered in through the gaps in the curtains was cold and silent.

On the contrary, the electrocardiogram on the monitor next to the hospital bed where my daughter was lying fluctuated in an orderly manner.

There was almost no damage to the daughter's body, only her brain was squeezed by the twisted frame.

It stands to reason that since she was on the right side that was directly hit, she would definitely die first. How could it be possible for an ordinary person like her to survive?

Su Yao stared at the little face with the respirator mask on, closing his eyes as if in pain.

Not much pain.

Because Su Yao knew it was all fake.

The real self is long dead.

Where are these things?

How could there be a daughter?

Where can there be a family?

I don’t know anyone at all, this is a love game made up by my imagination.

This is a world you should stay out of.

All of them——

brute.

I am a robot.

All that is experienced is the body, and the soul is not involved.

It is the body that suffers, and the soul is just the observer.

Long dead.

No one should continue.

The thoughts are getting more and more evil.

Why doesn't the EKG stop beating?

Why do I have to continue living here? Watch.

Like a progress bar, ten years of life were flashed in the dream in a simple way, and the most painful things had to be experienced by oneself.

It's like there is a special distinction between the happy self and the painful self. I belong to the latter.

Hang your head.

Only then did I realize that something cold had invaded the corner of my mouth. It must have been tears.

Su Yao didn't know what the meaning of the body's automatic secretion at this time was, and he didn't bother to do anything about it.

Unmoved.

until morning.

I dreamed that my little hands were caressing my hair. I actually felt itchy.

Ahhh.

It's Youye, she always likes to tease herself with her tail when she gets up.

It's time to stop.

Su Yao quickly opened his eyes, but the scene in front of him was still a hospital.

Small hands do exist.

It was his daughter's hand, which was touching his face. It was moving weakly.

"Baba..."

The sound is not as lively as before. It is very small.

Her eyes searched subtly in the ward and asked.

"Mama, where are you and...brother?"

“···”

At this moment, tears burst into my eyes.

Su Yao hugged her daughter hard, "They, they... went home first."

"···oh."

"Baba, so boring..."

“···”

Su Yao let her go and wiped her tears.

"Baba, why are you crying?"

"Xiaoli...it's okay."

"Ah, um, yes."

Su Yao held back her trembling voice and said, "It's because I'm so happy. In this case, there won't be any problems. Nothing will change when you go back."

"Ahem...baba, Xiaoli..."

My daughter said very weakly, "When can I go back... I want to eat roasted sweet potatoes made by Mom..."

"If Xiaoli is not here, my brother will definitely have to..."

"Using Oguri's doll as a punching bag..."

As she spoke, her eyes began to close visibly.

"Also, Baba... I haven't shaved yet, so prickly... I feel sleepy..."

It's like the dream voice said the last part.

The eyes were completely closed.
To be continued...