The color of the baffle is exactly the same as the color of the drawer. After pulling it open, the drawer has an extra finger-width space, and there are a few pieces of paper stuck in it. I don't know what they are.
Song Qiao took out the ring from it, turned around and handed it to Gu Dajing. Seeing his surprised look, Song Qiao said with a smile, "Actually, I know more or less what you are here for, so of course I have to be careful about you."
"..."
After hearing this and thinking that a group of them had been rummaging through boxes and cabinets for so long, but in the end they didn't find a ring, Gu Dajing felt very complicated.
He took the ring and said, "I have something to do today, so I'll leave first and wait... the day after tomorrow. If I'm fine, I'll come back to see you."
"Oh, okay."
Song Qiao was a little surprised by his tone. Why did he come back to see them after nothing happened? His tone seemed to be explaining something or hesitating something.
But if you think about the context carefully, it seems that there is no problem.
She thought about it, but still felt a little uneasy, "If you encounter anything, just tell me, and I will do my best to help you as long as I can."
Gu Dajing tossed the ring up and down in his hand and said quietly, "I'm fine, don't worry."
He turned around and went out.
Song Qiao squatted on the spot and thought about it for a moment. Although she didn't think of anything wrong, she still felt uneasy. She got up and chased him out.
When I walked to the living room, I saw no sign of Gu Dajing.
"Where are the others?" Song Qiao asked Momo.
Momo held the fruit that Aunt An had just given her in her hand and raised her chin towards the door, "Let's go. I just came out of the room and left directly."
Song Qiao rushed out to chase him.
The two elevators outside were both going down. Song Qiao pressed the button, inexplicably anxious. She kept pressing it, and finally waited until the elevator went up.
By the time she took the elevator and chased him downstairs, Gu Dajing had already disappeared.
Song Qiao stood in front of the building, looked around, then ran out in a random direction.
Just walk for ten minutes. If you don't see anyone, go back. Song Qiao set a time in his mind and quickened his pace along the road.
Fifteen minutes later.
Song Qiao still didn't see Gu Dajing. She looked at her phone and decided to give up.
Maybe they didn't take this road at all, so even if she chased him until dawn, she wouldn't be able to catch him. It was better to go back first and try to contact him.
Song Qiao was about to give up when he suddenly heard vague movement behind him.
"I finally caught you, and I will kill you today!"
The words floating in the wind sounded familiar, and they immediately stopped Song Qiao from leaving. She thought of what she had met in the alley that night, and sweat instantly appeared on her face.
Gu Dajing, could he be there?
Almost as soon as Song Qiao came up with the idea, she already had a definite answer in her heart. Reason told her that she should leave as soon as possible, but her feet walked uncontrollably in the direction of the sound.
The place where the sound came from is a small park.
Due to its age, the facilities and scenery inside are relatively old, and few people are willing to come and play. Over time, the street lights inside broke, and no one came to repair them.
There was only one street lamp that flickered on and off, barely holding on.
Song Qiao walked in along the cobblestone path. The dim light barely reproduced the scene in the garden, with dark bushes, sparse tree crowns, and shadows cast on the ground, like monsters waving.
She was a little afraid to lift her feet, but her worry about Gu Dajing still took over.
Song Qiao gritted her teeth and continued walking inside. Sure enough, she saw several figures shaking inside, and she rushed over.
The streetlight behind him suddenly returned to normal at this moment, and the bright light just illuminated the raised blade, and the cold light reflected pierced Song Qiao's eyes.
She narrowed her eyes involuntarily.
By the time she got used to it, the group of people had quickly evacuated. Song Qiao left rationally for two seconds, and she chased after them, trying to stop them.
"Stop!" Song Qiao shouted.
But how could they listen to her? They were walking faster and faster, and Song Qiao couldn't catch up. He could only see through the night that the hand at the end seemed to be hanging abnormally.
Song Qiao remembered it in his heart and returned to where he was just now.
The bushes were dark and nothing could be seen. She turned on the flashlight on her phone and took a random look, and saw a figure lying inside.
The upper body was covered by vegetation and the situation could not be clearly seen, but dark red blood slowly seeped out from the waist and abdomen.
Song Qiao's breathing stopped. He tripped over something and fell to the ground. His phone fell off and slid away a distance.
The remaining pale light illuminated the man's face.
——It’s Gu Dajing.
His mask must have been taken off during the fight, and now only his ordinary face was exposed. At this time, even the blood was not visible.
Song Qiao tremblingly put her hand under his nose. She was still breathing, but very weakly.
Then there is still hope!
Song Qiao was half relieved and was hung up again. She hurriedly touched her cell phone and dialed 120.
…
The rapid whistle whistled on the road, and the ambulance rushed to the hospital as fast as possible, carrying Song Qiao's last hope.
"Quickly, contact the hospital and continue preparing blood packs..."
"The patient's heartbeat slows down and a defibrillator is needed."
"The bleeding won't stop."
The urgent sounds of the doctors and nurses seemed to hit Song Qiao's eardrums hard. Her hands hanging on her knees gradually tightened until they turned white.
The blood stained in the park has dried up, forming dark red marks on her face and hands, which looks weird and scary.
Gu Dajing, who did he offend?
Song Qiao thought about this question over and over in his mind, but could never find the answer.
The ambulance rushed to the hospital, and the doctors and nurses transferred Gu Dajing to the mobile hospital bed as quickly as possible and rushed to the emergency room, leaving Song Qiao staggering behind.
After finally getting out the door, Song Qiao looked at the bright red lights above his head, his legs and feet suddenly became weak, and he slumped down on the bench.
"Qiaoqiao, what's going on?"
Just when she was at a loss, Momo finally rushed over from home. Seeing Song Qiao's embarrassed appearance, she was shocked and asked, "What's going on? Are you injured?"
Song Qiao shook his head and said hoarsely, "It's not me."
She lowered her head and stared at the blood in her hands without knowing what she was thinking. "This blood belongs to Gu Dajing. When I arrived, he had already been killed."
"Fortunately, you're still fine." Momo patted her chest\/mouth.
But when she looked at the blood on Song Qiao's hand, she still felt a little shocked, "He fell to the ground and offended someone. It was so serious that he needed a knife."
"With so much blood, do you want him to die?"
The word "death" suddenly touched Song Qiao's nerves. She raised her eyes suddenly and said, "Don't talk nonsense."
Momo was frightened by her reaction, but he could understand it after thinking about it. After all, it was a living life.
