After amnesia, she became a real daughter of a wealthy family

Chapter 312 312 discharged from the hospital, lock the suspect
The person on the bed ignored him, didn't even respond to any movement, his eyes were closed, and he was still asleep.

He stared at the person's tightly furrowed brows, and stretched out his hands to massage and stretch them, but the brows furrowed again the moment he let go of his hands.

"I don't know what I dreamed about, I hope I don't really have a nightmare." He was worried.

In front of Song Mo's eyes was a confused and chaotic scene, and he couldn't tell where the surrounding walls were and where the ground was.

Standing in front of her was a taller woman who looked a bit like Ling Zhao.

That look is a bit permeating.

Jiang Xueyao raised his hand, manipulating the changes in the dream.

A crack split under Song Mo's feet, and she fell to the ground.

Falling, falling endlessly, as if about to leave this dream, I feel that I can open my eyes and wake up in the next moment, but the next moment is far away.

Jiang Xueyao stared blankly at the falling people under his feet, in a trance.

She probably hated the person in front of her.

If it wasn't for Song Mo, if it wasn't for those damn studies, would my mother not have to be interrogated by those people, and finally die of exhaustion?

So she raised her hand and created a lava behind this person, thinking that it would be best for her to fall, struggled in pain, and finally drowned her mind with dreams.

Can it really be done?

In essence, she was just one of the victims of that experiment, the same as herself.

She shouldn't be so cruel to the weak.

Song Mo fell into a piece of lava, the scalding heat scorched her skin, and then engulfed her.

The dream woke up.

She could feel that the temperature on her hand was higher than other places, with a faint tingling feeling.

There is also some numbness in her thighs, which is not under her control.

The danger in the dream just now has dissipated, she no longer remembers what she dreamed about, and her memory goes back to the moment before the explosion, she was protected by someone, then carried into the ambulance, and she didn't know anything after the injection of anesthesia up.

No, she seemed to feel something in her leg, and something that was leaning on her leg moved away.

"You're awake, are you alright? What nightmare did you have?" Fang Xing was worried about her situation.

"You stayed with me yesterday?" Song Mo was puzzled.

"Yes."

He didn't leave the ward last night.

"Let go of your hand...it's numb after being held by you all night." She stared at the clasped fingers of the two.

Her hands were being held so that she felt a little unconscious.

Could it be that he just held her hand and slept on the bed last night?Also stupid.

"What happened to the explosion yesterday afternoon?"

Song Mo recalled the scene he saw at the time, "Someone deliberately tied soil explosives to the drone, and it seemed to be aimed at me."

Recalling the moment when Li Yongheng protected her, she always felt a pain in her heart.

She asked, "By the way, the one with me—"

"Professor Li Yongheng? You are lucky, you saved your life." Fang Xing answered her question.

"He is in the intensive care unit now, but I don't recommend you to visit him at this time. Professor Li's family members are all there, and you don't know what will happen if you go." He rang the bell and called the nurse, "Don't worry about people's hearts. Great idea."

He went to the ward to look at it last night, and knew that there was a top quality among them. If Song Mo went there, he might be pestered and scolded.

There are many ways to thank Mr. Li for saving his life.

"Okay." Song Mo sat up, "Have you found anything from the drone fragments collected at the scene?"

Fang Xing took out the report, "Other than the materials of the drone itself, nitric acid compounds, and the vegetation inside the park, there is nothing special about it."

"It should be newly bought." Song Mo deduced.

Newly purchased things will leave less traces of personal use.

"Yes, but this drone is not a niche brand, and the price is not high. There are many people who buy it. It is very troublesome to check the local sales of Dijing just recently."

Too many people, one by one to ask the past, not enough manpower.

"By the way, when you were still in a coma, someone gave you a box of razor blades, and I also took it for identification." He took out his phone and drew out a photo.

"A bag of brand-new blades from the factory should be poured directly into the box, and it will take time to check carefully. I have asked someone to check the identity of the sender, and it is fake. As for the threatening letter inside, it is your fault. Mind your own business..."

Song Mo understood instantly.

The only time she was nosy recently was at Ji's house, probably related to Ji Yao's funeral.

She recalled the man in the hat she saw and the shiny objects on his body, as if she had seen it somewhere.

By the way, when I went to Ji Yao's funeral with Yi Xiaocao, the man in the hat stared at Ji's family from across the street...

Same black hat, same shiny metal trim...

The other party's identity was instantly revealed.

"It's probably him." Song Mo guessed the identity of the other party in an instant, took out his phone, and hacked back Ji Yao's account.

"Who?"

"I went to a funeral with my roommate, and there I saw a person who was very similar to the bomber man, probably related to the deceased at the funeral." She explained, and then flipped through Ji Yao's chat history.

Fang Xing saw that she started hacking other people's mobile phones again, and was speechless.

Ji Yao is indeed, as Mrs. Ji said, a typical good boy, and the structure of his circle of friends is very simple.

Song Mo searched through several frequently used contacts, and soon found the account of the man in the hat.

"Xi Le, male, 28 years old, address..."

As soon as Song Mo knew the other party's address, Song Mo got out of bed to find someone as soon as he lifted the quilt.

Not wanting to think about it for a second, his legs went numb and he couldn't stand still, and his whole body fell on Fang Xing.

"Are you okay?" Fang Xing helped her stand up.

"It's okay, your legs are numb from sleeping." Her blood cooled instantly.

Fang Xing handed her the medical record board, "I almost forgot if you didn't tell me, you still have a bottle to hang."

She stared at the long line of water on the medical record board, and immediately picked up his clothes and started acting cute, "I want to be discharged from the hospital now, is that okay?"

"You just finished the operation yesterday." Fang Xing reminded her.

"I want to be discharged from the hospital right now. You must have a way, right." She was steadfast and stuck to him.

He refused, "Don't even think about it."

"Husband~ Please~husband~" Song Mo chose to use the ultimate move.

Just wake up the character of this veteran cadre, and he shouldn't be able to resist.

"Is this acceptable?" However, Fang Xing did not do what she wished.

Although it is indeed a sweet thing to be called so, but if it is not good, it is not good. This is a matter of principle.

"Senqi, I'm ignoring you." She sat back on the bed and began to pretend to be angry.

Fang Xing raised his forehead.

After thinking for two seconds, he came up with a compromise plan, "After hanging these, I will be discharged from the hospital in the afternoon."

He really can't stand her.

　//Pigeon: I smell bronchitis
　　//Wake up: No, it's your illusion

　　
　
(End of this chapter)