Chapter 5 Tragedy Repeats Itself
Before the car stopped, Song Li opened the door and rushed out, looking around for his mother.
Du Zhanrong parked the car and came over, "Song Li, tell me, what happened!"
He really wanted to help her, especially seeing how anxious she looked.
Song Li took out his cell phone, unlocked it tremblingly, and dialed a number.
"Li'er, Li'er!" A figure was swaying under the street light not far away, running towards us while shouting.
Song Li stepped forward to greet her, "Mom!"
Song's mother, Fan Wuju, could see tears still in her eyes. "What should I do, Li'er? It's all my fault. I slept too soundly. It's all my fault that I didn't take good care of Youran!"
Song Li held his mother's cold hand and said, "Let's not talk about this for now. I'll continue looking for the places you've searched."
"Auntie." Du Zhanrong stood beside Song Li, "Who is missing? I can help."
Only then did Fan Wuju notice that there was another person.
Song Li also just remembered: "Boss Du, thank you for sending me here, I won't bother you anymore, you can go back!"
"Your sister, right?" Du Zhanrong pondered for a moment and pulled out his phone. "Give me a photo so we can look for her separately. How long has she been missing?"
"No, thank you." Song Li was extremely reluctant to have outsiders get involved. At this moment, he didn't know whether he was too nervous or too hungry. His legs were getting weak and his stomach began to ache.
Fan Wuju pointed behind her and said, "I came from that side. I haven't been to the other end of Dongmei South Road yet."
"Okay, I'll go to South Road, and you go back and take a walk near your home. We'll talk on the phone in 20 minutes!" Song Li said, then turned and ran away.
Du Zhanrong followed her without saying a word and just kept following her.
Song Li searched and searched, searching several streets and alleys. In the dead of night, he didn't dare shout loudly, and he used his cell phone flashlight to shine in the dark places again and again...
Du Zhanrong had long noticed that she was exhausted, her face was slightly pale, and she covered her abdomen from time to time. This further confirmed his earlier guess that she appeared in Yueting Heng Street not to have a midnight snack, but to work on an empty stomach!
"Song Li!" He was quick to support her, his face now even paler. "Should we call the police? Or should I send someone over so we can send more people to look for her?"
Even if Song Li was calm, her cold and trembling heart was warmed by his two consecutive "we". She looked at him, and under the dim light, she could clearly see his worry.
"No, no need to call the police."
"Show me a photo of your sister, or tell me about your sister. How old is she? What clothes were she wearing before she disappeared?"
Song Li kept silent again and again. This was a kind of pain that could not be expressed in words.
"Song Li!" Du Zhanrong stopped her as she was about to move forward, "You don't need to be on guard against me. The most important thing now is to find the person!"
Her arms were so cold that he could feel the chill in her arms even through the long-sleeved fabric of her clothes.
Song Li wasn't actually on guard against him. She was genuinely worried to the extreme, her heart was in a state of panic and confusion, and her sister's illness made it impossible for her to speak...
Then the phone in my pocket rang. The sudden ringtone sounded extremely strange in the quiet night.
Her mother called and told her that her sister Song Youran had been found on the top floor of the house, and she was standing on the railing and dancing!
Song Li was so frightened that he lost consciousness, dropped his phone to the ground, and ran home!
Du Zhanrong picked up his phone and quickly followed!
On the rooftop, Song's mother, Fan Wuju, collapsed on the ground, crying and shouting at Song Youran, who was leaning on the railing...
Seeing this, Song Li's legs went weak and he almost fell to the ground!
This scene is like a tragedy repeating itself...
Song Youran stood on a fence more than one meter high, dancing lightly and humming a little tune, entertaining herself as if no one was around, completely ignoring the nine-story building under her feet.
"You Ran..." Song Li didn't dare to go forward, fearing to irritate her. "You Ran, I'm your sister, look at me..."
Du Zhanrong was stunned. This beautiful girl in a summery white dress was Song Li's sister? He had initially thought it was a missing child, perhaps five or six years old at most, who had gone out to play in the middle of the night. He hadn't expected it to be a girl of twenty-three or twenty-four!
Moreover, it seems that his mental state is so dazed that anyone can see that he is not normal...
Song Li took tentative steps forward, "You Ran, come down. It's getting dark. Let's go home..."
Du Zhanrong squatted down and tried to help Fan Wuju up, but the woman was so frightened that she had no strength at all.
Song Youran turned slightly and looked at Song Li. She felt unfamiliar with him. She was also a little annoyed by the group of people crying and shouting at her feet. She didn't want to pay any attention to them and continued her little dance steps...
Song Li was so frightened that his heart was in his throat, and the scene of his father falling from the building twelve years ago kept replaying in his mind!
It was also in this building, and on this ninth-floor rooftop, that her father, who was forced by He Qian, could not bear to see her suffer and chose to jump down himself!
She was only 18 years old at that time... She was kneeling on the ground, begging He Qian, when she suddenly saw her father fall heavily and die in front of her...
"Song Li..." Du Zhanrong saw her holding her head in pain. Although the situation at the scene did not become more chaotic, it was even more impossible to resolve. He could only half-drag and half-hold Fan Wuju to sit against the wall.
Song Li forced himself to concentrate and walked carefully towards the fence step by step. "You Ran, be good. Come down. The weather is so cold. Let's go home and put on more clothes before going out. We'll go buy some delicious food and some beautiful clothes..."
Du Zhanrong observed his surroundings in the dim light. As he ran up, he could tell that the house was probably forty or fifty years old. The architecture was still in the style of long ago. The same was true for the rooftop. The fence was a thin brick wall, some of which was peeling and covered with moss.
If Song Youran didn't stand firmly, she would really fall!
"You Ran, don't scare me, can you please come down first?" Song Li reached out her hand. "Look, it's getting dark, can we go home? Come, go home with me..."
Song Youran stopped again and looked back at her, as if she didn't recognize her. "Sister? Sister... No, you're not my sister. My sister doesn't care about me. She doesn't want me anymore..."
Song Li fought back tears as she saw Du Zhanrong sneaking up from under the fence. Taking advantage of the darkness, and the blind spot the fence left for Song Youran, he was tentatively approaching...
She quickly cooperated with him, trying her best to keep her sister's attention focused on her. "You Ran, I really am your sister. Look at me, how could I not want you? I'm busy with work... Can you please come down first? It's so windy here, and you'll catch a cold if you're wearing so little."
"No, my sister was captured by the devil, and she has become a devil! She doesn't want us anymore..." Song Youran said as she took a step outside, wanting to "walk" down.
"You Ran!" Song Li shouted!
"You Ran!" Fan Wuju stood up!
At the critical moment, Du Zhanrong stepped forward and quickly reached out to hold Song Youran in his arms!
He grabbed her waist and threw her back to him! Du Zhanrong and Song Youran fell heavily to the ground!
"You Ran!" Fan Wuju ran over trembling.
Song Li stood there in a daze, not daring to move. He didn't know whether he was holding his breath in the delusion that time would stop, or he was so nervous that he forgot to breathe.
Song Youran roared, punched Du Zhanrong, kicked him hard, and resisted her mother's arrival...
Du Zhanrong fell down while protecting her, and his entire right arm was pressed down and felt numb and painful.
Fan Wuju was comforting Song Youran, not caring about her daughter who was fighting and making a fuss, and holding her tightly.
Song Li felt like she had taken root, the crisis over. However, the mother and daughter crying in front of her seemed to be a guilt she could not let go of, like the dark clouds above her head, pressing down on her and making her feel breathless...
Du Zhanrong moved his right hand slightly, and the pain intensified. He looked up and saw Song Li lying motionless. She seemed to be still immersed in some kind of imagination that she couldn't extricate herself from.
From the moment he came up to the rooftop, he noticed the subtle change in her expression. Even if it was fleeting, he saw it clearly.
This woman has too many worries and secrets.
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