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"Just now you said that the gun has the palm print and fingerprints of Cheng Xiaocheng's right hand?!"

Leng Mofeng was startled by the sudden scream in his voice, and he couldn't help twitching the corners of his eyes, and his reaction was half a beat slower.

"yes, that's right."

"What's wrong?" Ji Sanshao also turned around.

Xiao Jintang's provocative eyelids narrowed dangerously, and his faint tone was not slow, "Ten is left-handed!" ”

Suddenly, Ji Sanshao and Leng Mofeng's pupils shrank, and their eyebrows jumped suddenly, and Leng Mofeng quickly said, "Uncle Ji, Uncle Xiao, I'll go back to the bureau now, there are my people here, if there is any situation, please contact me at any time." ”

"Good!"

……

Another three days passed, and Leng Mofeng re-investigated, but did not find any other suspicious points.

Ji Yicheng has been in a coma, but he always has frequent cramps and spasms, obviously asleep, but his throat keeps letting out a low roar like a sleepy beast, which is hoarse, sounding like a desperate cry at a death funeral.

Xiao Jintang said that this is a semi-conscious state, although Cheng Xiaocheng is in a coma, he can perceive things in the outside world and hear them, but he doesn't want to wake up.

In other words, his subconscious is running away, escaping such a bloody reality, he doesn't dare to face it......

So he locked himself up, but he kept struggling.

Thirteen years ago, when Cheng Xiaocheng was rescued from the North American government's secret agent island, he also had such a lucidity, and that time he was in a coma for half a month before he was willing to wake up.

This kind of behavior seems to be escaping reality to protect oneself from harm, but in fact, it is fundamentally a serious psychological destruction and torture, because once it is excessive, it will cause a second degree of mental persecution.

……

Also since three days ago, Jing Tingge has been sitting in front of his bed, like a doll who can't speak, doesn't cry, doesn't make trouble, eats quietly during meals, takes off his shoes and climbs into bed at night, sleeps with Ji Yicheng in his arms, and continues to guard him when he wakes up in the morning, even his breathing is so subtle, his wide-open eyes don't have any focal light, like a plate of loose sand, but with the passage of time, it leaks little by little from under the broken funnel.

No one knew what she was thinking.

No one dared to ask.

Ai Qianqian brought over a bowl of hot porridge, boiled very thick, and the white crystal rice grains were glutinous and soft, "Pour the song, Mommy boiled the porridge for you, warm your stomach." ”

Jing Qingge didn't react originally, but suddenly he was like a little elk that was suddenly frightened, and he trembled uncontrollably, and his out-of-focus eyes were shattered in the next second after condensing.

Ai Qianqian's heart was shocked, put down the porridge bowl and hurriedly hugged her trembling and weak body, distressed,

"It's okay, it's okay, if you don't want to eat, don't eat, don't eat......"

……

Jing Qingge took the bowl of hot porridge with a blank move, scooped a spoonful, and fed it to his mouth, the hot temperature spread between his lips and teeth, but he couldn't warm his heart.

Her stomach is not good, so he will always make her hot soup to nourish her stomach, and when he was in the office, he bought several hand warmers and wanted to put them all on her stomach, and on Christmas Eve, he made her a glass of milk, which was "warm stomach".

He always misses her, only has her in his eyes, and almost spoils her to the sky, reluctant to let her suffer half a grievance, and can't see her frown......

The man who likes her so much, how can she be willing to give up, how can she be willing to give up......