Mask

Chapter 66
Soon, she found Mo Yazi's room.

"Hurry up!" She motioned to the craftsman again.

"boom!"

The door was unlocked and kicked open.

When she broke in, the first thing she did was to rummage through boxes and cabinets.

The nurse screamed, and she pulled the entire drawer of Mo Yazi's desk to the floor, and all kinds of notebooks poured out.She didn't even care about the shoulder bag that fell to the ground, and quickly picked it up to look through it.

Mo Yazi, your mask is about to be torn off!

Turning the pages of the notebook, I was so excited that my hands shook.

She wanted to see ten lines at a glance, but she stopped in disbelief when she first saw the content inside, and then looked closely, and after seeing it clearly——

There was a buzzing in the brain, and the heart beat suddenly.

"Ka—" The apartment door opened.

Masako entered the door, put the bought fruits and vegetables on the table, and looked at Duan Yousi on the terrace.

He is feeding the turtle.

Just like when he saw it for the first time, the window was half open, and he coughed slightly due to the cold wind outside the window. He lowered his head and threw the minced meat into the water tank with great patience, even though the "grandfather" remained motionless.

She took a piece of clothing and put it on him, closed the window, and asked softly, "Are you hungry?"

"Where have you been?" He still fed the turtle.

"Walking around in the market, I'll cook some soup for you later."

He put the dish on the window sill as a silent response, and Masako then came to the kitchen.

Soon, he also walked across the living room to the kitchen. The phone on the coffee table rang suddenly. He glanced at it but ignored it.

It was An Qiyan calling.

The phone rang three times and still didn't stop, Masako asked in the kitchen, "Who is it?"

"Unknown number." He lowered his head and pressed the reject button.

Within half a minute, the phone rang again.

This time, he called from a landline, not An's regular landline. He looked at it and went back to the terrace to pick it up.

"Yose!"

As soon as he heard the voice, he was ready to hang up the phone.

"Don't hang up, I beg you!" An Qiyan knew it, begging extremely fast and with a slightly crying voice, she could feel how hard she was holding the phone receiver.

He paused, opened the window, didn't hang up, but didn't answer.

"Mo Yazi..."

"I don't listen to her topics." He interrupted her coldly.

"Bamada Creek." An Qiyan said the name quickly, hiding too many memories, her voice even trembling, begging him to continue listening.

He looked up and remained silent.

"Han... Hamada Kei, Hamada Kei who disappeared almost two years ago..."

An Qiyan covered her mouth, and said almost crying: "Wen Yi and I were tied up by the seaside, and the Bintianxi that was hit by a car while escaping was that... that Bintianxi..."

"Mo Yazi is her older sister!"

She yelled, and the moment she yelled, Duan Yousi stood still, his eyes changed.

"It was you who suppressed the matter back then. Mo Yazi knew you. She knew you from the very beginning and every one of us...everyone involved in this incident is on her list, accomplices, perpetrators She is here for revenge... Yoos, she is here for revenge!"

……

"Duan Yousi, trust me! The last one is you!"

The wind was cold, and he listened quietly.

An Qiyan kept crying.

She cried: "It doesn't matter how much you hate me, just this time, you believe my words and beware of Mo Yazi, okay? If I lie, I promise not to appear in front of you again, just this time you stay away from her... She wants to kill you...she is the one who wants to kill you!"

……

"Duan Yousi...I don't want anything to happen to you!"

After a long time, he said, "I know."

"Yose...Yose! Yo..." The call was hung up.

His words were as pale as his face. After hanging up the phone, he put his hands in his trouser pockets and silently looked at the figure on the window.

The kitchen lights are warm, she is still her, busy and undisturbed.

5
dinner.

Lotus root pork ribs soup, very mellow.

The atmosphere was quiet, and the two sat at both ends of the table. She filled the soup and moved it to his side and said, "It might be a bit salty."

He turned off his mobile phone, put it on the table, and took a sip of soup.

After taking a sip, he put the spoon back without making any comments.

When she saw it, she smiled and said, "It's really salty."

He still didn't answer, picked up the vegetables with his chopsticks, took a bite with the rice, and chewed slowly.

She withdrew her gaze, took the bowl to eat, and said nothing more.

long time.

"Who is Hamada Kei?" he asked.

The sudden but calm question broke the quiet atmosphere, and the air surged gently.

The chopsticks in her hand paused very slightly, but she didn't look up: "Huh?"

"Who is yours?"

He asked more simply.

"She said she had changed schools when I came here." She replied, "I don't know her."

"I don't know." He repeated slowly.

"do not know."

Answering very naturally, he finally raised his head, his eyes met hers, and she looked into his eyes.

"How did you think of asking this person?" There was a slight smile on the corner of her mouth.

"She is also of Chinese and Japanese mixed race."

"What a coincidence." Masako replied, "I really want to meet her."

He nodded slowly, Masako was still looking at him, he finally looked away: "Eat."

Dinner is over.

After putting away the bowls and chopsticks, she made a cup of warm tea and brought it to his side together with the medicine.

He was on the terrace and took tea from her but not the medicine. She said, "You just coughed, prevent a cold."

After a pause of two or three seconds, he took the medicine from her palm.

"Mo Yazi." When Masako turned to leave, he stopped her.

The sound of rain outside the building was clear, and she stopped.

"When you fall in love with someone and get used to her way of speaking, eyes, and movements, it's easy to tell the truth from the lies."

She listened to such ambiguous words without looking back.

"But..." he continued, "because I love her, I will be willing to take a lie as the truth."

After finishing speaking, Masako made no sound, he put the medicine in his mouth and drank water to swallow it.

Hearing the sound of him putting the water glass on the windowsill, she closed her eyes and took a deep breath.

Pathos cut through the sound of the rain, spreading through the apartment, and he looked at her through the reflection in the window and said, "Say you love me again."

Her chest was heaving, she clenched her palms, and was about to turn around, but he stopped him: "You don't need to turn around, just say it with your back facing you."

"I love you." After a long time, she said as he wanted, her voice slightly hoarse.

He listened and nodded.

He didn't say anything, really didn't say anything, and later in his bedroom, on his bed, accompanied by the sound of rain, Masako let him do whatever he wanted.He kissed fiercely, their foreheads were wet with sweat, she stroked his face, he looked into her eyes, his breathing was tight and weak.

She was also pinched by his chin and asked if it was true for even a moment, but she kept silent.

Then his strength became weaker and weaker, and he could barely support himself, his brows were tightly frowned, his face was pale, and finally he fell on the pillow.

He endured it to the extreme, let out a low growl, Masako spent every second with him, wiped off the cold sweat from his forehead, and hugged him into her arms.

"I'm sorry..." She repeated in his ear over and over again, "I'm sorry, Duan Yousi..."

I am sorry.

Goodbye.

I loved you too.

6
The apartment door was broken open an hour later.

Duan Fuling walked in first, followed by An Qiyan who was full of panic.

The whole living room was very silent, Duan Fuling walked quickly to the bedroom, followed by a group of followers.

The door opened with a "click", and she was slightly taken aback after just one glance. She immediately turned around and shouted, "Doctor!"

The medical team that had been prepared for a long time heard the sound pouring in from outside the apartment. At that time, Duan Yousi hadn't lost consciousness. He was coughing muffledly on the bed, and the clothes on his upper body were wet with cold sweat.

Duan Fuling frowned and shouted: "Hurry up!"

And Masako was found in the study.

She fell asleep on the table, with a blanket on her shoulders, one hand resting on her head, and the other hanging down.

Duan Fuling refused to let the doctor touch her, and An Qiyan, who was out of control, grabbed her and said, "Mo Yazi, wake me up!"

No one answered her in the quiet study room. Masako's skin was already pale and colorless. An Qiyan shook her body and almost screamed: "What did you do to Yoss? Get up and tell me clearly! How could you do this? ruthless!"

No matter how I asked her, she didn't respond, and seemed to have fallen into a deep coma.

In the end, An Qiyan saw the sleeping pill bottle and the white pills scattered on the ground before he realized it. He suddenly let go of his hand and covered his mouth in shock.

The unsupported Masako fell limply, the blanket fell to the ground, her long black hair scattered on the floor, Duan Fuling at the door also frowned.

Mo Yazi...

She... committed suicide.

Both operations took a day and a night.

Duan Yousi suffered from food poisoning, and Mo Yazi swallowed an overdose of sleeping pills. The former was not fatally injured, but the latter’s life was hanging by a thread. The two operations were carried out at the same time and ended at the same time. The invisible sadness enveloped the hospital, and it was raining heavily outside the hospital.

Annoyed, sad, and angry, Duan Fuling walked quickly in the corridor. Lian Teng handed her the information, and she turned the pages, frowning and asking in a deep voice, "She has a younger sister?"

"My younger sister's name is Bin Tianxi, she follows her father's surname, and her mother is from this city."

"Then what about the overseas Chinese couple?"

"Adoption relationship. Mo Yazi is Hamada Kei's older sister. Her original name was Hamada Masako. After her father died of illness, she was adopted by the overseas Chinese couple. She was educated in the United States since she was a child and returned to China after high school."

"Where's Hamada Creek?"

Lian Teng's footsteps stopped, he paused, and the whole team stopped, and Duan Fuling turned to look at him.

"talk!"

"She is in a vegetable state now." Lian Teng replied regretfully.

After quietly digesting this sentence on the spot, she asked again: "Where is the biological mother?"

"The lady had cancer, and died of the stimulus at the time of the incident."

After finishing the report, Duan Fuling nodded slowly and continued to move forward: "Isolate the two of them..."

"Fu Ling..."

"Isolation!" She turned around and raised her voice, really angry, and no one dared to speak at the scene.

After a week, it rained continuously.

On the day Duan Yousi was about to be transferred to another hospital, Huangfu and his concubine came to visit him.

Entering the door is half bright and half cold, the curtains of the ward are half drawn, he is leaning against the window, wearing a hospital gown, his face is pale.

He lowered his head to fold the paper crane, even if Huangfu and the First Concubine came to him, he didn't even look at him. He folded the paper crane and threw it on the ground. He glanced at the heavy rain outside the window and asked, "What time is it?"

"Two o'clock in the afternoon, you leave at four o'clock." Huangfu Yifei gently stroked his shoulder.

He nodded.

"The doctor said that you are still weak now, so wait a little longer..."

"How is she?" The concerned words were interrupted by this simple sentence, he was still looking out of the window, Huangfu and Concubine couldn't help but stop.

"Only you will tell me the truth," he said. "How is she?"

"woke up."

"Are you in this hospital?"

"Yose..."

"Are you there?"

In desperation, she replied: "Yes."

As soon as he finished speaking, he turned around, ignored Huangfu and his concubine's low shouts, and walked out as soon as the door opened.

Duan Fuling, who was about to come in, scolded angrily, "Where are you going?"

He didn't listen, and walked straight into the corridor.Duan Fuling immediately asked someone to stop him, but his determination was so strong that no one could follow him as he glanced across the wards as he walked.

"Yose!"

An Qiyan who came up the stairs passed him by, she turned her head and called him, he had already gone downstairs, his face was so gloomy, and he could even feel his growing anger.

In front of the floor-to-ceiling windows at the end of the corridor on the fourth floor, Masako was sitting in a wheelchair.

The light shone on her face, and her face was haggard. She was very tired, but she had never felt so peaceful like this moment. She kept her eyes closed and rested, and the noise from the side that was getting closer and closer to her did not reach her ears.As soon as her footsteps approached her side, she just felt his breath, and the wheelchair was turned in a "swish" direction.

She frowned slightly, casting a shadow on her forehead. Duan Yousi leaned over and approached her with his hands on both sides of the wheelchair: "Look at me."

Finally he found it.

She slowly opened her eyes, looked at him as he wanted, and slowly met his gaze, showing him such a look that he had never known before.

He stared at her deeper, but she said, "You're still alive."

You are still alive.

The moment the voice fell, the air was bone-chillingly cold, the blood was cold, and the heart died.

It seems that no amount of romance, impulsiveness, and passion can bring back this love made of lies.Needless to say anything, and didn't bother to confirm, she just inserted the knife into his chest so bluntly that she could even feel the vibration in his chest cavity.The two breathed so close and hurt so much, but neither of them gave way.

Looking, looking at each other all the time.

Duan Fuling, Lian Teng and a large number of people had already followed, and the confrontation between him and her became more difficult every second, and then Masako spoke first.

She said: "You're used to things like this, right? With a few orders and a few words, one thing can be suppressed. It's good for your girlfriend, so even her crimes can be covered up."

"Mo Yazi." He read her name word by word in his heart, and Masako slowly stood up to face him.

"Do you remember the name Hamada Kei? Do you know how cheerful she was? How good is she at ballet?"

Behind, An Qiyan leaned against the wall with a pale face, Masako's voice increased: "But she is now lying in a ward with no ventilation for infusion, and when she wakes up, she not only has to face the fact that she cannot walk, but also has to accept her mother's pain for her exhaustion." The fact of death! And what about the person she once liked so much?"

"He lost an inexhaustible amount of medical expenses, and then deprived her family of the right to speak!" With hatred, Masako finally lost her voice, "You don't even allow us to refuse this expense."

Every time he nodded, it was like pouring a thousand catties of lead, and he said, "You didn't take it seriously."

She doesn't answer.

"Why commit suicide?"

She didn't answer either.

But he was no longer demanding answers, she didn't say anything, and he left.It’s just that too much truth has already broken his body, and he almost couldn’t hold on when he passed Duan Fuling. The doctors and nurses present were shocked and rushed to help him.

"Mo Yazi." He left a final message, "What I owe your sister is one thing, what you owe me is another thing!"

As soon as the words fell, all the lingering past became strangers in an instant, and all the sincerity and sincerity were ruthlessly pulled away and thrown away. It was useless to struggle, useless to be bored, useless to tear the heart and lungs, and no amount of "I love you" could redeem a two-way forgiveness .When he left, Masako also fell into the chair.

The aftereffects of swallowing an overdose of sleeping pills hit me hard, with depression, difficulty breathing, and even falling directly from the wheelchair.Duan Yousi didn't see this when it happened, and Duan Fuling didn't allow any doctors or nurses to approach her, just to see her helpless appearance.

Masako asked bitterly, "Why did you save me..."

"It makes your life worse than death." She replied coldly.

Pain, heartache.

Finally, when she was almost fainting, there were hurried footsteps behind her, and the man's "Masako" sounded extremely worried, and she was quickly lifted up by her shoulders and leaned into the man's arms.

Duan Fuling looked at her indifferently, and Fei Chunhuan, who was following the man, swiftly covered Masako with the blanket, as if she had heard everything, stroked her forehead and comforted her: "It's okay, we're here."

"Zhenghao..." she murmured before she fell unconscious, and the man kissed her forehead.

(End of this chapter)