"I thought you would ask Duan Bai first."
"You went to all this trouble just to tell me that Duan Bai has been replaced."
After saying this, she kept observing Ning Mu's expression.
She wanted to know from him whether the "Duan Bai" beside her now was the real Duan Bai or Xiaoshan.
But Ning Mu obviously saw through her purpose and answered irrelevantly, "If you want to know, tomorrow, take him to a place and you will know everything you want to know."
Su Man frowned, "Where to?"
"You'll know when the time comes."
Ning Mu smiled. Before leaving, he lowered his head to glance at his phone and chuckled, "You can talk to me and send a message for help to Song Tingyu at the same time? Haha."
Su Man looked calm, "I don't know what you are talking about."
Ning Mu put his hand on her shoulder and whispered in her ear, "Be good, little doll."
The air flow penetrated into her earlobe, as if the tongue of a poisonous snake was licking her ear.
Su Man didn't let go until she heard the door close.
She picked up the phone and sure enough, the message she had just sent to Song Tingyu showed that it had failed to be sent.
Su Man sat on the sofa and looked up at the ceiling.
Slowly, she began to hallucinate. Everything that had been still suddenly began to twist, distorting in circles like a kaleidoscope.
Everything around her became unreal. At this moment, she seemed to see Xiaoshan, Duan Bai, and Ning Mu. She stretched out her hand in vain, trying to grab one of them.
Who is it?
Is it Ning Mu who sees Han Man as a stand-in for A Zi, or is it Xiao Shan who has had a crush on Han Man since school days...
Their faces kept twisting, and she saw her own face, A Zi's, and the string doll...
Han Man, A Zi, and the string doll...
Suddenly, everything in front of me disappeared and the room returned to its original state.
Su Man's eyes gradually became clear.
It turned out to be him.
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late at night
In the dark, damp and cold enclosed space, the subtle sound of dripping water continued to grow louder.
The only light source shone on the operating table, where lay a emaciated woman, her body full of tubes, as if holding her life by a thread.
She looked up at the man wearing plastic gloves and holding a scalpel. There was deep despair in her big, empty eyes.
"Be good, it will be ready soon."
The man's voice sounded so eerie and terrifying in the empty environment.
A red floral skirt, with red flowers slowly spreading...
【Author’s words】
Thank you for the flowers~
Good night, Detective Baozi Meng~
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