Chapter 195 Li Jingshen Regrets
Bai Qiu could do nothing but watch as the steel needle pierced Shen Zhichu's hand and his nails were picked off. His emotions collapsed bit by bit. He crawled forward with his hands on the ground, but his back was forced down and he fell down again and again due to the weight.
"Kill me! Please kill me and let Chuchu go. Please don't do this to her..." He had just recovered his memory. The only person who left the deepest impression on him during the 15-year memory gap was Shen Zhichu. He knew that Shen Zhichu was very afraid of pain. How could she bear to watch steel needles being nailed into her hands, her fingers bleeding and her nails cracking and falling off.
The man glanced at Bai Qiu sarcastically, then asked Shen Zhichu, "Do you want to fight again?"
Shen Zhichu broke out in a cold sweat due to the pain. She seemed not to hear what was said, and her fingers trembled as she dialed the number on the phone again.
Still no one answered. The phone screen was stained with blood from her fingers and could not be seen clearly. Her hands were bloody and trembling with pain. She no longer had the strength to press the button, so she had to let the man call for her.
On the tenth call, the other party hung up directly. Shen Zhichu collapsed and felt extremely ridiculous. Ten fingers were used to exchange for the opportunity to make ten calls. The kidnappers gave her ten chances, but the man she loved for sixteen years refused to give her a single chance.
Li Jingshen must have rescued Xia Mingyue by now, and was so busy caring for his beloved that he had no time to answer these ten strange calls.
"It seems that Li Jingshen doesn't want to give you the chance to save people." As soon as the words fell, the man fired without hesitation. The bullet hit Bai Qiu's shoulder. Bai Qiu groaned and leaned back. The pain made his already pale face even uglier.
Shen Zhichu half-opened her mouth, and every cell in her body felt a sharp pain as he shot her. Tears had long since stopped flowing from her eyes, and they were bloodshot. She banged her head on the ground: "No, don't kill him, he is innocent. If you hate Li Jingshen, just kill me..."
"Chu Chu..." Bai Qiu called her out while panting, his voice weak and hoarse, "Stop crying, little crybaby. I can't carry you home this time..."
Shen Zhichu's whole body stiffened, and the most beautiful memories hidden in her heart suddenly emerged. She stared at Bai Qiu blankly.
Memories replay in my mind like a slide show.
——"Little crybaby, stop crying after eating the candied haws."
——"Little crybaby, your brother's last name is Li."
——"Can I carry you back?"
Bai Qiu's eyes suddenly became bright. He raised his head and smiled at Shen Zhichu, as sunny and pure as when they first met. That slight smile disturbed her entire summer.
——"Can I call you Chuchu?"
"Chuchu, I'm not in pain. Don't feel sad for me, and don't like Li Jingshen anymore. That person is not worthy of your love."
As Bai Qiu finished speaking, a sharp gunshot exploded in the air. Shen Zhichu fell to the ground, his mind drifting away with the gunshot.
She stared blankly at the gun in the man's hand, and finally shifted her gaze extremely stiffly to Bai Qiu.
A large area of bright red spread across his chest. At that moment, Shen Zhichu felt that time had stopped, everything in the world gradually disappeared, the whole world fell into darkness and silence, his eyes became blind and his ears became deaf, and everything turned to ashes as Bai Qiu fell.
Her heart ached to the extreme, as if it were entangled by thousands of sharp steel wires, tearing at it and devouring her internal organs, tearing her already shattered body and mind into pieces.
It all happened so fast that Bai Qiu's last words expanded like a sponge and occupied her brain.
She had a vague idea of the answer in her heart, but she didn't want to think about it. Many doubts forced her to admit it and face it.
Why did she feel that Bai Qiu looked familiar when she first saw him, and why did Bai Qiu say that they had met before.
Why did Bai Qiu give her candied haws earrings, and why did Bai Qiu ask her if he could call her Chuchu.
Why did he call me a crybaby? Why did he say he couldn't carry me home this time?
Because he was the older brother who carried him home sixteen years ago.
No wonder Li Jingshen said they had never met no matter what she said. It was not that he didn't remember it, but he really had never met it.
From the very beginning, she had found the wrong person. She mistakenly thought Li Jingshen was the one who saved her and brought her home.
What were her sixteen years? What were they?
During the long sixteen years, she only met the man who saved her four times.
Shen Zhichu felt like she was a collection of shattered fragments being pieced together in an endless nightmare. She couldn't find which side was truly herself, and the pain and despair flowing through her body couldn't find an outlet.
The safe haven where she had been healing collapsed.
She crawled forward madly, her fingers were bloody but she was still pushing forward as if she had lost consciousness.
"Is the person dead?" The man looked at Shen Zhichu with amusement and asked his men.
The subordinate checked Bai Qiu's breath and heartbeat and said, "He's dead."
"If he's dead, just throw him into the sea to avoid being found and causing unnecessary trouble."
Shen Zhichu didn't know where he got the strength from, and bit the man's leg hard.
The man squatted down and pinched Shen Zhichu's chin. Shen Zhichu looked ferocious like a dog that was out of control and bared its teeth.
Shen Zhichu hesitated and said, "No... give him back to me, give him back to me..."
The man had no expression on his face as he raised his foot and kicked her away. Shen Zhichu lay flat on the ground like a broken doll, watching a man's body drag Bai Qiu's body out of the room, leaving a trail of blood.
The light in his gray eyes had disappeared, and they were like drops of ink in water slowly spreading out.
"ah……."
"ah…….."
"ah……."
Chen Zhichu spat out another mouthful of blood, staining half of his face and neck red. His throat was aching and he was completely unable to speak. He could only open his mouth and let out a broken cry, a weeping and bloody cry.
Bai Qiu was the one who saved her sixteen years ago. Why did she only realize it after his death? That man had always been her life-saving straw in despair and the only light in her darkness.
"Ah..." Shen Zhichu opened her mouth and screamed miserably. Even when she was tied to a wooden board and her collarbone was drilled through, she was injected with drugs, and was cold-branded, with her ten fingers covered in blood and flesh, she did not make such a painful cry.
The man standing in front of her saw her like this most clearly, and at the same time he felt a strange pain in his heart.
Shen Zhichu's heart ached so much that she needed to do something to fill the pain, but she could do nothing. Her stomach seemed to be rubbed and squeezed. She opened her mouth, her throat twitched, and mouthful after mouthful of blood came out of her mouth.
The blood dyed her vision red, and then she fell completely into endless darkness.
The man raised his wrist and said nonchalantly, "You lasted an hour and ten minutes."
Shen Zhichu was tortured for one hour and ten minutes before fainting. The man did not want to kill Shen Zhichu. He just wanted to see the hideous and painful look on his face, and then see Li Jingshen's reaction.
The phone thrown on the ground was hacked and its location was locked. It would be no sooner than Li Jingshen's men would find this place.
I don't know what he felt when he saw Shen Zhichu in such a miserable state, but judging from Shen Zhichu's condition, he won't live long and is of little use.
The man glanced at the surveillance camera on the wall, asked someone to copy the video and destroy it, then destroyed the scene, changed his clothes, got in his car and left Chengdu.
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Li Jingshen regretted it.
He really regretted it.
The phone rang ten times, but he didn't answer it once. He used the incoming signal to check the location. At that time, he had no idea what Shen Zhichu was experiencing.
He had his own considerations, thinking that as long as he pretended not to care about Shen Zhichu and the others, they would not do anything to her. He overestimated himself and also underestimated the man's methods.
When he saw Shen Zhichu lying in a pool of blood, he stood there in astonishment, as if he had been hit by acupuncture points, and could not move.
His whole body seemed to have lost consciousness, as if he was isolated from the world.
Shen Zhichuyi was covered in wounds, and apart from a faint breath, no vital signs could be sensed from her.
His temples were throbbing, as if a sharp steel needle was stirring inside. He held the blood-soaked Shen Zhichu in his arms.
He didn't know how he brought Shen Zhichu back. He stumbled and cried, couldn't hear any sound, and his vision was blocked. He had never felt so scared before. He regretted that he shouldn't have handed Shen Zhichu over.
If Shen Zhichu died, he would hate himself to death!
Rushing to the hospital, Li Jingshen quickly carried Shen Zhichu to the top floor. He knew that Shen Zhichu would be injured so he arranged doctors early in the morning, but the doctors he arranged were far from enough.
Shen Zhichu was sent directly to the ICU. Looking at the red light, he had an extremely bad premonition as if it was going to swallow up his whole world.
Not even a minute after Shen Zhichu was sent in, a nurse brought him a critical illness notice for him to sign. He didn't dare to ask a single question and signed with shaking hands.
During the four-hour rescue, Li Jingshen didn't dare to rush in. He had to control his emotions so as not to go crazy immediately.
Another two hours passed, and he had been declared critically ill twice. The doctors inside took turns trying to save Shen Zhichu. One of the doctors was exhausted and was sent out. His gloves were covered in blood before he could even take them off.
Li Jingshen stopped them: "Where are the people? How are they?"
The doctor, who was being supported, gasped and said weakly, "I don't know."
"Aren't you in there trying to save her? How could you not know?"
The doctor was silent for a moment, then spoke in a hoarse voice, "I've never seen anyone so badly injured. The word 'cruel' doesn't even begin to describe it. She has hundreds of wounds on her body, and she's been injected with a drug that destroys the human spirit. Under the control of that drug, she has no desire to live anymore."
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