I buried the host, relying on the prophecy, the whole network exploded

Chapter 84 You Don't Do Anything About People
It's a cool day in November.

Yan Jiu looked at the ground not far away, there seemed to be something extraordinary there.

Her eyes lit up.

Well known.

Hospitals at night are a bit of a scary place.

As a descendant of Eastern blood.

Yan Jiu is well versed in the principle of "everything comes".

She decided to finish asking Mr. Liu.

Let's start the live broadcast of strange talk.

Just said this thought.

Li Xiaoli resolutely stayed away from Yan Jiu.

Yan Jiu was carrying the fruit basket, and he did not forget to wave his free hand to comfort Li Xiaoli: "Don't worry, I will discuss with the hospital before visiting the morgue at night, and give the deceased enough respect."

Li Xiaoli: "..." Is this a question of respect or not?You don't do anything with people!When others come to the hospital to see a doctor or visit a doctor, you are welcome to play with your heartbeat!

She recalled that her room was patronized by desperadoes, and she always felt that staying with Yan Jiu was insecure.

now.

Li Xiaoli really wanted to find someone to push herself down the list.

It's too dangerous to be Yan Jiu's number one!

She is unwilling to accept this kind of "heartbeat" challenge!
Yan Jiu didn't know what Li Xiaoli was thinking.

She went straight to the cardiology department.

along the way.

The system panel kept popping up like an advertisement window and couldn't be closed.

Yan Jiu leaned on the wall with a little tiredness.

System: [The kid on the panel has never seen the big world, and he gets excited whenever he sees a client. For my sake, let's be considerate as elders? 】

Yan Jiu couldn't forgive.

Usually, if you meet a person with a death rate lower than 10%, the system panel will not display their message.

11%-79% of potential customers, the system panel will jump out according to the speed of the customer.

Instead of showing his presence every time he met a person wearing a hospital gown like now, Yan Jiu had to close his eyes to see the reminder on the panel.

Li Xiaoli walked in the front: "Sister Jiujiu, not far ahead is my grandfather's ward..."

The voice did not fall.

There was a sudden noise in the corridor of the ward.

It covered Li Xiaoli's ending sound.

"Your grandma is hospitalized, can I take care of it alone? I asked you to deliver a meal, and you still pretended to be sick?"

An aunt dragged a female high school student in school uniform, and scolded her head and face.

The female high school student lowered her head and said nothing, her short hair could not cover the numbness and silence on her face.

"Is depression a disease? What reexamination, taking medicine, what can you not think about? You are studying the hardest now, and you don't know how to feel sorry for me when you grow up so much, let it be, and you will only find trouble for me!"

With the voice of the aunt getting louder.

The nurses at the nurse's desk walked over quickly.

They persuaded one after another not to make any noise.

People around are also persuading the aunt not to quarrel with the child.

But the aunt turned a deaf ear.

She saw that her daughter did not resist.

It seems to have found a sense of satisfaction and superiority.

The accusations became more and more severe.

in front of people.

Take all your emotions out on your child.

At this time.

Li Xiaoli leaned against the wall and walked back to Yan Jiu's side.

She shook her head and sighed.

"In such a family, this child...heh."

Yan Jiu didn't speak.

in her eyes.

The life of a high school student girl is counting down.

System panel: [Ding!

Test object: high school student girl,
Remarks: Accurate customers,
Mortality: 100%,
Time of death: after jumping off the building for the first time.

It is recommended that the host pay attention immediately! 】

System: [She was suffering from depression, did she choose to commit suicide because she couldn't bear it? 】

Yan Jiu still didn't move.

She remembered her previous life.

Yan Jiu knew that she had ADD since she was a child, and she thought that this disease would not affect her life.

until once.

The school organizes all teachers and students to watch a touching movie, and requires 500 words of impressions.

She couldn't empathize, and was criticized by the whole school by the teacher because of her plain boiled writing.

Little Yan Jiu once became a "popular person" on campus.

And under the guidance of her master, little Yan Jiu will not be at a loss or wronged.

She just doesn't understand.

What is there to teach her?

She has no empathy, what's the matter?

She just wrote plain water, what's the matter?

Criticism is criticism.

As for school-wide criticism?
This leads to a period of time.

Classmates said that she was not normal at all without emotions, love, hatred, anger and ignorance.

More often than not, children use childish words to point at her, pointing at her, saying that she is a monster and should hide under the covers and cry.

The little Yan Jiu was deep in thought.

Obviously not her fault.

Nor is she vulnerable.

Why was she the one crying bitterly?
then.

She sued her teacher and classmates.

After seeing other people's regretful "crying" for the first time, the little Yan Jiu became stronger and stronger.

With the encouragement and support of Master.

Yan Jiu gradually formed her current personality.

She understands love and understands the truth of life that "except for birth, old age, sickness and death, everything else is just floating clouds".

Unfortunately.

The high school girl in front of me doesn't have a good mentor, and she can't get out of the trouble of mental illness.

The girl's mother shredded the psychiatric diagnosis certificate in the hands of the child in public.

Fragments of the diagnosis certificate fell on the girl's head, but the slight force knocked her awake completely.

The girl reaches for the shards.

She crouched down.

Try to piece together the complete list.

Her mom is still accusing.

"You lose money! I think you are hypocritical! What are you doing picking it up? Why don't you hurry home with me? You have to lose face to our whole family to be satisfied, right!?"

The girl suddenly stopped.

She looked up at her mother, at her mother's chattering mouth.

Depression is written all over the girl's body.

Her eyes were black and blue.

It's like I haven't had enough sleep for a long time.

She just watched quietly.

Seeing the girl's eyes gradually lose light.

Yan Jiu suddenly said: "Don't get overwhelmed, just persevere, and you will come out."

The girl looked at Yan Jiu.

Living in a cold world, she fell into the quagmire of despair with her human temperature not warm.

She is really tired.

Being pointed at in public like a clown.

But she couldn't squeeze the clown's smiling mask.

The words of others cannot influence her, but it is her biological mother who is accusing her.

now.

There were many emotions in the girl's eyes.

She looked deeply at Yan Jiu.

It seems to say that finally someone understands her.

Unfortunately.

late.

too late.

The girl's lips moved.

In the end, nothing was said.

She got up slowly.

Standing in the long aisle, all the hustle and bustle around her seemed to be turned into a movie at this moment, playing on its own, and she dissociated from the movie.

The girl walked around the crowd to a wide area, away from the hustle and bustle that made her miserable.

She came to the end of the corridor.

Look up.

The dazzling red cross in the hospital is like a red dove, its skeleton and bone wings made of cold metal.

It looked down at the crowd in the hospital indifferently.

Again bright red color.

It can't warm your heart either.

The girl crossed the height of the 11th floor.

Like a drowning person on the verge of death, she broke the boundary between life and death, and seized the opportunity to break out of the water.

Accompanied by the exclamation and screams of the crowd.

The girl is like a begonia flower growing downward, she jumped down resolutely, looking for a new life.

Li Xiaoli covered her mouth so violently, she hid behind Yan Jiu, not daring to follow the crowd to look over.

Yan Jiu suppressed the emotions in his eyes.

Look up again.

It was the same Yan Jiu who rarely lost his composure.

At this time.

The sound of crying came from far and near.

The auntie grabbed Yan Jiu's arm and refused to let her go.

"It was you, it was you who killed my daughter, if you hadn't reminded her, she wouldn't have thought about it at all!"

"You can't go!"

"Everyone, come and catch the murderer!"

"You pay for my daughter's life, pay for my daughter's life!"

Yan Jiu's gloomy gaze stretched from the hand that was firmly tugging at her sleeve to the ugly face of the owner of the hand.

Auntie's idea is very simple.

Conscious that her daughter's death is already a fact.

She doesn't regard the girl as her daughter, she wants to make use of the problem, she just wants to maximize the benefit of the girl's death.

Commonly known as touch porcelain.

(End of this chapter)