Xu Yao finally raised his head. He looked at Ruoxi's face, and a trace of sadness flashed in his handsome and clear eyes.
"Ruoxi, do you know?" The voice was dark and made people feel very uncomfortable!
"Say!" Ruoxi raised the corners of her mouth, still looking at Xu Yao and his gloomy face.
"Poppy is dead!"
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Zhang Xiaolan once said: If there is a pair of eyes that shed tears for me, I will believe in this miserable life again.
I didn't understand it before, and I don't understand it even more now.
When Ruoxi arrived at the place where Poppy lived, the narrow alley was crowded with people.
They are all people living in foreign lands and renting houses here.
They laughed, taunted, and whispered in the house with a look on their faces.
There was no sympathy or mourning in their eyes, only indifference and numbness smoothed by reality.
Perhaps, in their eyes, it was just a dead prostitute.
Ruoxi and Xuyao wanted to go in, but the landlord kept blocking them and refused to let them in.
Not only that, he also said a lot of unpleasant things.
Ruoxi's face was gloomy and she really wanted to slap the landlord. Then she spat a few times, but Xu Yao told her that she needed to be patient.
Ruoxi calmed down, patted her face and paid the landlord two more months' rent before entering this dark room that couldn't be seen clearly.
The iron door was so rusted that it was hard to tell. No one lived in this house of less than 20 square meters.
The mottled walls are full of all kinds of marks, like the wrinkles on the face of an old man, with mottled and pitted marks.
In the end, there was only a single bed left in the room, and Poppy's old clothes were scattered everywhere on the floor.
Red, enchanting, like bright red blood.
There was a flower placed on the window sill, but it had already withered and it was impossible to tell what kind of flower it was.
The dry soil was filled with messy cigarette butts.
Ruoxi walked to the window, she could almost imagine Poppy smoking here.
In the end, Ruoxi found an ID card under the tattered quilt, and it was Poppy.
At this time, Ruoxi learned that Poppy's real name was Cheng Li, and she was from Henan.
Looking at the beautiful face on the ID card, Ruoxi felt so distressed that she almost twitched.
Rao Xuyao supported Ruoxi's body and said softly: "When the people here found Poppy, she had already taken a whole bottle of sleeping pills and died before anyone arrived. No one knows the reason for her death until now.
Ruoxi frowned fiercely and took a deep breath. The musty air in the room was almost nauseating. She bent down and groaned in suffocating pain: "When, when did the poppy leave?"
"A month ago." Xu Yao looked at Ruoxi and said solemnly: "It was the night you left that place."
"How could this happen? How could this happen?!" Ruoxi yelled. Listening to her own voice, it was like a wild beast starting to neigh. She could barely see Xu Yao's expression clearly, and tears fell in large numbers, blurring her vision.
: "Why didn't you tell me earlier? How could Poppy leave? She was clearly smiling at me before and told me to take care of myself!"
Ruoxi clutched Poppy's ID card tightly, heartbroken, and the four corners made Ruoxi's hand hurt.
"Calm down, Ruoxi!" Xu Yao held Ruoxi in his arms and said in a deep voice: "Maybe she was tired, and she felt relieved when she walked on this road. She even had a smile on her face when she walked.