The white walls on all sides and the quiet room all revealed a terrifying gloom. Yes, this is the hospital.

Huang Yizhe quietly stood in front of the hospital bed, looking at Ling Moqi, who was still unconscious on the hospital bed, and sighed slightly.

He found Ling Moqi on the first floor. At that time, she was lying on the ground without moving, her head was broken and she was bleeding a lot. He was frightened at that time and didn't know what was going on.

Later, I asked the students I had witnessed and found out that she accidentally rolled down the stairs on the second floor because of her slippery feet and fell to her head.

When he saw this scene, Huang Yizhe was panicked. He hurriedly rushed out with Ling Moqi in his arms, got into the police car, and shouted the whistle all the way to warn him, and finally arrived at Renxin Hospital.

Fortunately, the doctor said that there was nothing serious. Although the head was broken, it did not hurt the bones. It was just a skin trauma. It would be fine after waking up.

"Xiao Qi, tell me, what happened? You have always been very careful. Why did you fall down the stairs because of your foot slipping? Is someone pushing you?"

However, this answer will only be known when Ling Moqi wakes up.

After a long time, Ling Moqi's hand suddenly moved slightly. She opened her eyes slightly. The first thing that caught her eye was the snow-white ceiling above her head. Then she turned her gaze with her sideways, but saw Huang Yizhe, who saw his hand tightly grasping her.

"Where is this?" Ling Moqi asked a stupid question that everyone would ask after waking up.

Huang Yizhe quickly let go of Ling Moqi's hand tightly and said lightly: "This is a hospital. You fell down the stairs, so you fainted."

"..." Ling Moqi frowned slightly, feeling her head hurt. She subconsciously stroked her forehead with her hands, but found that it had been wrapped in gauze, and she could vaguely feel it was bulging there.

"What happened? Why did you suddenly fall down from the stairs? Is it someone who pushed you?" Huang Yizhe asked repeatedly.

"No, it was because I accidentally slipped my feet, so I fell down." Ling Moqi looked at the constant loss on his wrist and couldn't help but sigh, and he was hospitalized because of this.

"Why are you so careless? What's the matter? You have to be so anxious. If something happens, how can I explain to Uncle Ling!" The tone sounded like he was blaming, but in fact, Huang Yizhe was feeling sorry for her.

"Okay, I'll be careful next time," Ling Moqi frowned and suddenly said, "Yizhe, guess what I saw when I walked out of the 426 dormitory."

"What is it?" Huang Yizhe asked anxiously.

Ling Moqi stopped keeping her back and said directly: "I saw the person with the pink and purple button on the clothes!"

Huang Yizhe was shocked and said, "Really? Where is that person now? Do you still remember what the person with that button looks like?"

"I...I didn't see the person clearly." Ling Moqi frowned slightly, not too deep to the girl who accidentally knocked her down, because it was very sudden and the girl kept lowering her head and saying sorry to her, so she didn't see her clearly at all. She was just about to turn around and leave, and she noticed the pink and purple button on the snow-white shirt she was wearing.

"Xiao Qi, are you sure you read it right?" Huang Yizhe raised his eyebrows slightly.

Ling Moqi nodded resolutely and said, "Of course, I would never read it wrong. Although it was very sudden at the time, I recognized the button, which was the button left at the scene where Cai Feiyi committed suicide!"

"According to what you say, there is really such a person," Huang Yizhe couldn't help but sank, and said, "Are we all guessed right? This is really not an ordinary suicide, but a killing?"

"Yes, it must be him killing! It must be him killing!" Ling Moqi said dearly.

"If it was him, who would be? Who would kill Cai Feiyi and then create the illusion of her death?" Huang Yizhe sighed lightly, "Xiaoqi, do you know? When you were in a coma, I asked Bu Zhuang to check it out. It turned out that the stool that Cai Feiyi hung on was actually the stool that she sat in class one for every three years."

"No way?" Ling Moqi said with a look of surprise.

"It's true," Huang Yizhe couldn't help but smile bitterly, "Xiaoqi, are you wondering if you want to kill her? Why would you have to go to the classroom of Class One for three years to bring the stool she was sitting on? Aren't she afraid that she would be discovered?"

Ling Moqi also said: "This is indeed very wrong, but maybe the murderer is very cunning. She wants to deliberately hide something, so she deliberately creates the illusion."

Huang Yizhe sighed: "Okay, then I think it was the murderer who did it to create an illusion, but why did she create such an illusion? What was she deliberately covering up?"
Chapter completed!