I wish you a fall in love

Chapter 718 Ji Yicheng, I Still Love You 2

"Just now you said that the gun has the palmprint and fingerprints of Cheng Xiaocheng's right hand?!"

Leng Mofeng was taken aback by the sudden howl, couldn't help but twitched his eyes, his reaction was half a beat slow,

"Well, that's right."

"What's wrong?" Ji Sanshao also turned around.

Xiao Jintang narrowed his raised eyelids dangerously, and said in a quiet tone, "Ten is left-handed!"

Suddenly, Ji Sanshao and Leng Mofeng's pupils shrank, Qiqi's brows twitched, and Leng Mofeng said quickly, "Uncle Ji, Uncle Xiao, I will go back to the bureau now. There are people here. Get in touch anytime."

"it is good!"

……

Another three days passed, and Leng Mofeng investigated again, but did not find any other suspicious points.

Ji Yicheng was in a coma all the time, but he always had cramps and convulsions all over his body frequently. He was obviously asleep, but his throat kept emitting a low growl like a trapped animal, which was hoarse, and it sounded like a desperate cry at a death funeral.

Xiao Jintang said that this is a semi-conscious state. Although Cheng Xiaocheng is unconscious, he can perceive things outside and hear them talking, but he doesn't want to wake up.

In other words, his subconscious mind is escaping, escaping from such a bloody reality, he dare not face it...

So he locked himself up, but kept struggling.

When Cheng Xiaocheng was rescued from the secret agent island of the North American government 13 years ago, he also had such a lucidity, that time he was in a coma for half a month before waking up.

This kind of behavior seems to be escaping from reality to protect oneself from harm, but in fact it is a serious psychological damage and torture, because if it is excessive, it will cause a second degree of mental persecution.

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Also since three days ago, Jing Qingge has been sitting in front of his bed, like a speechless doll, neither crying nor fussing, eating quietly when eating, and taking off at night Shoes climbed onto the bed, hugged Ji Yicheng to sleep together, woke up in the morning and continued to guard him, even the breathing was so subtle, the wide-open eyes did not have any focus, like a plate of loose sand, but as time passed, From under the broken funnel, it drained little by little.

No one knew what she was thinking.

No one dared to ask.

Ai Qianqian brought over a bowl of hot porridge, which was very thick, and Bai Jingjing's rice grains were soft and glutinous, "Qing Ge, Mommy cooked the porridge for you, it warms your stomach."

Jing Qingge didn't respond at first, but suddenly, like a frightened little elk, he trembled violently uncontrollably, and the out-of-focus eyes condensed but shattered in the next second.

Ai Qianqian was startled, put down the porridge bowl and hurriedly hugged her trembling and weak body, feeling distressed,

"It's okay, it's okay, don't eat if you don't want to eat, don't eat..."

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Jing Qingge took the bowl of hot porridge numbly, took a spoonful, and fed it to his mouth. The scalding temperature spread between his lips and teeth, but he couldn't warm his heart anyway.

Her stomach is not good, so he will always make her a hot soup to nourish her stomach. He bought several hand warmers in the office and wanted to put them all on her stomach. On Christmas Eve, he made her a cup Milk, it is said to "warm the stomach".

He always misses her, he only has her in his eyes, he almost spoils her, he doesn't want her to be wronged, he doesn't want her to frown...

How could she be willing to give up on a man who liked her so much, how could she be willing to give up...

(End of this chapter)