Chapter 76

Song Ling carried Shen Zhao into the bathroom and took a bath for her.

The injuries on her body are not yet healed, and there are still bruises on her lower back. Even after so many days, it is still shocking.

Song Ling squatted outside the bathtub and touched her back with her fingers. Shen Zhao's body subconsciously shuddered instinctively. She turned her back to Song Ling, but she could still feel the line of sight behind her.

The body shrank again under the water, avoiding the touch of the person behind him.

But only a little distance, Song Ling felt her alienation from herself.

Her fingers stopped in mid-air, she picked up the towel and continued to wipe her back, gently, slowly, little by little, wiped every part of her body...

Shen Zhao had been soaking in the bathtub for a long time. After taking a bath, his whole body was sore and weak. At this moment, his pale face was a little rosy, and with the dense water vapor, he seemed to have regained his former vigor.

After wiping the water off her body and putting on her pajamas, Song Ling carried her back to the room.

Shen Zhao sat on the edge of the bed, dangling there with his bare feet, his hair still dripping with water.

Song Ling found a hairdryer and stood by the bed, blowing her hair.

It seemed like there was such a time, and it was the same, she was sitting there, and Song Ling stood beside her blowing her hair.

It was obviously the same thing, but now suddenly there is an illusion of right and wrong.

But has Shen Zhao changed, or has he changed...

After blowing her hair, Song Ling picked up a comb and combed her hair. Her hair grew long and hung straight behind her back. It was jet-black, shiny and smooth.

Song Ling leaned down and held her face with both hands. No one spoke to each other, she just looked at her face quietly.

Shen Zhao was forced to raise her head to look at her, she was very tired, and she almost exhausted all her strength after only taking a shower.

Her eyes were light and emotionless, and she said to her, "I'm tired."

Song Ling lightly rubbed her face with her fingers. She obviously had a lot to say to her, but when she touched her eyes full of powerlessness and sadness, she suddenly didn't know where to start.

I don't know since when, they have become speechless.

With a hoarse voice, Song Ling lowered his eyes slightly and said, "Okay."

Song Ling helped her lie down, and raised her hand to gently cover her hair on her forehead, her movements were gentle, and her eyes were full of affection.

When Shen Zhao lay down, he turned over and moved to the side of the bed, with his back to the person standing beside the bed.

Song Ling condensed her thin shoulders, and her heart gradually became sour. She really lost a lot of weight, lying on her side, as if a gust of wind could take her away.

It was clearly in front of her eyes, but she suddenly felt that she was really far away from her...

far to the desolate distance.

In the middle of the night, Song Ling returned to the room after finishing her work. She gently pushed the room open and caught a glimpse of the back of the dress through the dim moonlight outside the window.

The moonlight was faint, sprinkled on her body, and a layer of soft light was passed on.

Only at this moment, when she fell asleep, Song Ling seemed to be able to relax slowly.

Pushing open the door and gently walking to the bedside, she lay beside her with her body, her fingers lightly on her waist, the faint scent of shower gel lingering on her nose, making people feel inexplicably reassuring.

When it is quiet and peaceful, people also have a faint greed.

Song Ling craved such a quiet moment of hugging each other. At this moment, she thought too much, the sky should never be bright, let the night go on infinitely, so that she could hug her like this, forever and ever.

With his arms closed, Song Ling embraced Shen Zhao in his arms, buried his face in the strands of hair behind her, smelled the faint familiar scent on her body, and drowsiness gradually struck.

She hadn't had a good night's sleep for too long, and now she was close to her, and she felt extremely at ease.

Everyone has cravings, and things that they once had will gradually become attached to her, and they will become more and more inseparable from her. She wants to take such things as her own and keep them by her side forever.

The moon was in the middle of the sky, and it was gradually covered by dark clouds, and the room became dark and dark.

The breathing of the person beside her gradually stabilized, and Shen Zhao suddenly opened her eyes. She felt the arms around her waist, which were about to squeeze her out of breath.

Her eyes were full of hatred and indifference, she couldn't bear this kind of self anymore, and she couldn't bear this kind of situation anymore.

She is no different from the prisoner, loses all freedom and dignity, and is forced to take pleasure in her...

Her emotions were surging, and a pain suddenly rose from the depths of her body, which gradually spread to her internal organs. She shuddered uncontrollably, her fingers were tightly clenched, and in the silent night, she slowly felt this heart-wrenching feeling that made her whole body numb. , drilled into the depths of her bone marrow, and every trace of pain was clearly imprinted in her mind, and she would probably never forget this pain and torture for the rest of her life...

Song Ling woke up suddenly, felt the trembling in her arms, and knew that she was having another seizure. She tightly restrained her body and turned her over to face her. Song Ling grabbed the finger she was biting in her mouth, she could feel the trembling all over her body and the pain it caused.

Heart clenched, Song Ling frowned tightly, grabbed Shen Zhao's hand, and kept comforting her, "Azhao, let go, let go... It's fine, it'll be fine soon... Don't be afraid."

I don't know how long it took, the body in his arms gradually relaxed, Shen Zhao couldn't help breathing heavily, feeling the fatigue and weakness in the depths of his body, his body was cold and hot, his forehead was covered with fine beads of sweat, but his body was so cold. trembling.

She knew that she had survived again.

This kind of feeling, at first, it took a dozen times a day, then it dropped to seven or eight times, then it gradually decreased, and finally it was two or three times... She didn't know? How long would she be tortured by such pain.

Tears flowed uncontrollably. Shen Zhao clasped her hand tightly against her chest. She raised her eyes and stared at Song Ling, and suddenly said, "I want to leave, Song Ling, I want to leave!"

Song Ling was suddenly stunned, she looked down at her, her eyes seemed to be dull for a moment. It took her a long time to slowly react, the corners of her lips curled up hard, and she gradually became overwhelmed. She raised her hand and hugged her, pressing her eyes full of hatred and despair into her chest. He murmured, "It's alright, it will be fine, Ah Zhao, don't be afraid, I will always be with you..."

She kept whispering, her cold lips pressed against her forehead.

Only she herself understands that she is comforting Shen Zhao, she is clearly deceiving herself.

Song Ling's heart was pounding, and he was full of panic. She knows that there will always be such a day, no one will know better than her what kind of temperament Shen Zhao is.

When Shen Zhonghua left, the only bond between her and her was gone. Maybe there was a little unsteady love left in the past, but she was wiped out by her own hands.

She has no reason to keep her by her side anymore, and even saying that she loves her has become the most powerless and ridiculous burden and excuse.

But what happened, she didn't want to lose her, she didn't want to lose Shen Zhao.

The palm of her hand was on the back of her head, she pressed her face against her face, her lips softly opened in her ear, and even her voice was humble and weak: "Azhao, I don't want to lose you."

Shen Zhao didn't struggle, didn't have any emotions, just like a puppet with no soul and no life, let Song Ling hold her in his arms.

She should have known earlier that Song Ling would not let her leave, and she clearly had no intention of telling her what she was thinking, but at that moment, hatred surged from the depths of her body, she couldn't control herself, and just blurted out like that.

She's tired, she really doesn't want to be entangled like this, it's pointless, it's pointless.

——

Following the only evidence and the gradual recovery of Shen Zhao's body, the police station asked her to make a statement describing everything that happened that day.

Because of the involvement of drugs, the police attach great importance to it, and all parties have been investigating.

But it was obvious that the other party had planned it for a long time. From the license plate to the destruction of the corpse at the crime scene, except for Shen Zhao, the victim, no fingerprints were found at the scene.

Fortunately, there is no such thing as an absolute road, so found a soda can at a distance of 300 meters from the crime scene, and fingerprints were collected on the soda can.

After investigation, the suspect has preliminary clues.

He is the same person as the suspect in the drug trafficking case that happened at Jiangcheng Port half a month ago.

The police have already had a preliminary understanding of the suspect.

According to Shen Zhao's confession and description, because Shen Zhao was blindfolded all the time, he did not see the other party's appearance, but based on his voice and tone, the estimated age was similar.

In the police station, Song Ling took Shen Zhao to make a statement in the interrogation room.

The police comrade said: "The suspect we speculate is called Chen Dayu, a native of Licheng, who also has a criminal record at the police station. After he was released from prison, he lived in the Black Triangle area all year round. He was a desperado. In the case of few murders, people on the road call him Da Hei, which is consistent with the name 'Hei Ge' provided by Miss Shen. According to our police investigation, there is a bigger criminal behind Chen Dayu. Organization, think about it carefully, Miss Shen, did you encounter any strange things or people in the period before the incident?"

Shen Zhao sat there, lowered her eyes and thought carefully, she really couldn't think of any strange things or people.

Her mind was chaotic, and she suddenly remembered in a daze. That day, the rogue named Da Hei seemed to have made a phone call with someone, and she vaguely heard the person calling the person on the phone, Miss Jing.

The police looked up and asked, "Miss Jing?"

Shen Zhao snorted and said, "I was in a coma that day, and I couldn't hear very clearly."

The police looked at them and asked, "Then do you know anyone named Miss Jing? Or someone with the word Jing in their name?"

Shen Zhao lowered his eyes lightly and did not answer. On the other hand, Song Ling, when he heard the name, subconsciously fell into a trance.

If guessed correctly, the last person Ah Zhao saw before the accident was Xiang Jin, Jin, Jing...

Seeing their silence, the police asked again, "Are there any other clues?"

Shen Zhao paused, his eyes fell on the empty table in front of him, he hesitated for a while before slowly saying: "I asked that person who was trying to harm me..."

Comrade Police: "What did he say?"

Shen Zhao: "He said that there is a word "ling" in that person's name."

Song Ling was shocked, and at the same time, the police also looked up at her, stared at her quietly for a while, and then said meaningfully: "Your name also has a homonym Ling, isn't it?"

Song Ling pursed her lips, her face turned white, she frowned and said, "It can't be me."

The police then asked, "Then do you know anyone with the word "Jing" in their name?"

Song Ling gritted his teeth tightly and did not speak.

After a long silence, Shen Zhao sat there with his eyes down, and heard the person next to him say lightly, "I don't know."