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Chapter 73
Chapter 73
For two whole days, Song Ling stayed in the funeral home, and she didn't dare to leave until Shen Zhao.
But the funeral home has the regulations of the funeral home. In the case that the deceased has no case, it is already too much time.
On the third day, people at the funeral home insisted on cremation.
Song Ling's eyes were sunken, and her whole body was haggard. She looked at the person lying in the room, and her heart was twisted. She choked and asked in a hoarse voice: "Can you wait, his daughter... I haven't seen him for the last time."
"At three o'clock this afternoon at the latest, if the hospital and the police don't issue a certificate, we can't break the rules any more."
Song Ling had no choice but to bow his head and say yes.
The weather was still so cold that it still seemed like winter, the snow had just stopped and drizzle had been added.
Song Ling looked at the dark and white sky, and the raindrops drifted over, covering her face with a thin layer of mist, and her heart was only desolate to the extreme.
Ah Zhao, where are you?
She didn't know if she still had the courage to face her. In just a few days, too many things happened...
The phone suddenly rang, it was Ji Mingshu's call.
Song Ling looked down and saw the incoming call on the screen, and immediately connected, "How's it going?"
Ji Mingshu was still waiting in the police station. After receiving the news, she came out and stood by the door and called Song Ling.
The voice said lightly: "I found it."
When Song Ling heard that she had found someone, she didn't take her umbrella. She hurriedly rushed into the rain and walked outside the funeral home. She asked hurriedly, "Where is she? I'll go there now. How is she?"
Ji Mingshu said a position, hesitated for a moment, and then said hesitantly, "People are not very good."
Song Ling stopped for a moment, the rain fell on his body, and the biting coldness spread from the depths of his body in an instant. It was as if someone had stabbed his heart with blood, and the heart was bleeding.
Hanging up the phone in panic, Song Ling walked to the car, opened the door, went in, started the car, just stepped on the accelerator to reverse, and hit a stone pillar behind, making a loud bang.
She sat there, tightly clasping her hands that couldn't help shaking, she wanted to calm down, Ah Zhao was still waiting for her, she couldn't panic, she couldn't mess up...
Re-gear, the steering wheel is hard to the end, a sharp turn is turned on the road, the foot is on the accelerator, and the car drives fast.
Ji Mingshu has been staying in the police station and was the first to receive the news.
As soon as she arrived on the front foot, Song Ling's car on the back foot also drove over.
The scene was an old abandoned factory. Song Ling got out of the car and caught a glimpse of the empty and dilapidated bungalow. The memory suddenly came up in her mind. She was stunned for a while before she heard Ji Mingshu's voice beside her.
"The people inside said it's better not to go in." Ji Mingshu said.
Song Ling was so heartbroken that she was almost numb. She shook off Ji Mingshu's hand and stepped inside.
The crime scene was found after a number of suspicious investigations. This area is an abandoned factory building that is still abandoned. It has not been under the jurisdiction of anyone for several years, and the monitoring equipment has not been found. When the police found the person, the suspect and the murderer had already left, leaving only the victim at the scene.
There was also a team doctor with him. Because he was afraid that the victim would be seriously injured, he brought the doctor directly during the search and rescue.
Song Ling rushed to the second floor and was stopped by the cordon everywhere. She walked up and saw the person lying on the ground at a glance.
Covered in mud and blood, and her hair was scattered in a mess, she just lay there, motionless, as if she was dead.
The weight under her feet was so heavy, Song Ling was stunned for a few seconds, then rushed over, she called her, her voice almost crazy, "Azhao—"
The comrade next to her quickly grabbed her, afraid that she would lose control of her emotions and do something.
The team doctor squatted beside her and checked her body, just half blocking her vision. Song Ling tried hard to stabilize her emotions. She cried out of breath and tried her best to stay sane. She choked and said, "I... I just look at her, look at her, I don't do anything, please..."
The captain of the criminal police nodded to the comrade next to him, the man let go of his hand, and Song Ling rushed to Shen Zhao's side.
She was lying there, her whole body had long since lost consciousness, her face was full of scars, and her neckline was also torn open.
Song Ling went to pull her hand, tears dripping uncontrollably, those hands were cold without any temperature, she held her tremblingly, and kept calling her: "Azhao, Azhao..."
The team doctor was a woman, she checked the scars on Shen Zhao's body, grabbed her arm, there were many invisible pinholes on it, Shen Sheng said: "There are multiple traumas on the body, and there are traces of needle injection on the arm. What it is, we won't know until we get checked, so we should hurry up and send people to the hospital."
Song Ling looked at her arm in a panic, where there were mottled bloodstains and tiny needles that were invisible...
The ambulance just arrived downstairs, and a comrade picked up Shen Zhao and was about to go downstairs. Song Ling was stunned, and quickly followed him downstairs.
Fear spread from the bottom of her heart, she didn't know what happened to Ah Zhao, but the situation would not be better...
The ambulance drove to the hospital and the man was pushed into the operating room.
Song Ling was isolated, she stood there, looking up at the lights on the operating room, her expression was slightly dazed. Everything is as unreal as a dream...
Her Ah Zhao is really ruined...
She staggered, she couldn't stand for a while, and she fell to her knees and sat on the ground.
At night, in a quiet ward.
Shen Zhao slowly opened her eyes and woke up. The dazzling incandescent light was shining in. She had been blindfolded for several days and couldn't stand the intense light for a while. She wanted to raise her hand to cover her eyes, but found that her whole body seemed to be dismantled. The feeling of bone pain, drips hanging on the back of my hands, and cold liquid slowly flowing into my body from my veins made those memories flood into my mind at once.
She struggled to turn over to get up, but Song Ling, who was beside the bed, heard the movement, and quickly supported her, shouting to her, "Azhao..."
Shen Zhao raised his eyes slowly, his eyes fell on her face, his expression was dazed, as if he suddenly remembered something, he pushed her away suddenly, and roared: "Go away!! Don't touch me!! You Let's go!!"
As if she suddenly lost control, Song Ling desperately hugged her with both hands, she held down her dripping hand, suppressing her painful voice and called to her: "Azhao, don't do this, don't move..."
Shen Zhao remembered the voice of the beast-like man, and suddenly pushed the person beside him hard, she clenched her fists tightly, beat her desperately, gritted her teeth and said hatefully, "Song Ling, why are you doing this to me, why? You go! Go away!!"
Her body was out of control, Song Ling couldn't resist her and struggled with her. She fell to the ground and Song Ling was half-knelt on the ground. She didn't know what else to do at this moment, but she could only instinctively hug her body.
Meng Yunan heard a voice coming in from outside the door, and rushed over to pull the two away. She struggled to drag Song Ling up, and then crouched down to stabilize Shen Zhao, "Zhao Zhao, don't do this! Calm down!"
Shen Zhao caught a glimpse of Meng Yunan's face, and gradually calmed down in an instant, and her tense body gradually relaxed. There was no expression in her eyes, only empty despair, and when she remembered something in a trance, she struggled to get up and pulled out the Needlehead, a bluish-black bag bulged on the back of her hand, and regardless of the blood that came out, she ran out like a madman.
Seeing this, Song Ling hurriedly chased after her. She grabbed her and stopped her in a loud voice: "Azhao, don't do this!"
Shen Zhao shook off her hand and fell to the ground without any support.
A trembling electric current suddenly flashed through her body, and her whole body felt like thousands of ants were swallowing her. She resisted the chills in her body and wanted to scream in the depths of her body. She knew this feeling. In the time of the day, it is a purgatory called human beings.
She didn't wear socks, and her bare feet were exposed. The coolness of the floor tiles made her shiver. She shrank back and instinctively stepped back until she fell to the wall. She hugged her knees and sat there with her head buried in it. , trying to calm down the suffering of this addicted to the bone.
Song Ling looked at Shen Zhao who was in a strange mood, her face suddenly turned pale, she slowly squatted down and approached her gently.
But Shen Zhao glanced at those hands, but it was as if she had seen poisonous insects and beasts. She avoided them like snakes and scorpions. She hugged her head and said in fright, "Don't! Don't come here!! Don't!"
The fingers stopped in mid-air, Song Ling's face froze for a moment, his heart was twisted for a moment, and then he reached out and hugged her, "Azhao..."
Shen Zhao avoided her touch, turned to get up, and shouted, "Dad, Dad—"
Song Ling grabbed her arm and imprisoned her whole body in her arms. She frowned, and there was a weak struggle in her voice. She said in her ear, "Azhao, don't do this, okay?"
The bloodthirsty discomfort surged up wave after wave, Shen Zhao bit Song Ling's shoulder fiercely, using all his strength, Meng Yunan rushed over to see this, grabbed Shen Zhao, and tried to separate them.
"I'm going to find Dad, Dad..." She got up, her expression became dull, and she was about to rush out barefoot.
Meng Yunan quickly grabbed her with her eyes and hands, without having time to think about it, she blurted out and told her, "Zhaozhao, your father is gone!"
The footsteps stopped, Shen Zhao's whole person was like being struck by lightning, he forgot to react for a while, and after a while, he was in a trance, and tears drew a long tear from the end of his eyes.
She turned around and looked at Song Ling with tears in her eyes. Song Ling hugged her, supported her body, and called her: "Azhao, I'm sorry..."
Shen Zhao's body gradually slid down, her eyes were full of scarlet redness, her fingers were pierced into her flesh and blood, she cried and hated: "Song Ling! Killing is just a nod to the ground! Why are you doing this to me, why ah ah ah ?!!!"