Although the bloodstains on the grass leaves had dried, the color was still bright. Shumei believed that the injured person should not have gone far.
She didn't know who the injured person was, and she hoped it wasn't Boyi or Qianqian, but this was the only clue, and she couldn't ignore it.
If it really was Boyi and Qianqian, they might need her to rescue them right now. She felt so confused.
"Boyi, Boyi, where are you? Did you hear me? If you did, answer me, okay?"
She pulled away the weeds and searched carefully among the grass.
Shumei's voice entered Boyi's ears, but he turned a deaf ear to it and just foolishly held Qianqian, whose body temperature was gradually fading.
The darkness made it impossible for him to see Qianqian's face in his arms, but he could still vividly remember everything Qianqian had experienced before.
Qianqian's painful expression, the scene of her blocking the knife for him, and her best smile before the incident were all engraved in Boyi's mind like a brand, and could not be erased.
Shumei finally found them. The light in Shumei's hand shone on Boyi. Boyi had his back to her. Because of the angle, she only saw Boyi hugging Qianqian tightly, and did not see the wound on Qianqian's stomach and her pale face.
"I finally found you, thank God, Boyi, why didn't you respond to me when you were right here? I followed the blood trail to find you. Are you injured somewhere? Is it serious? Come, let me take a look."
Shumei was so happy to see Boyi was safe and sound that she didn't care about the details at all.
She squatted down, shone the flashlight on Boyi's back, and examined it carefully.
She thought Qianqian was asleep, so she asked heartlessly, "Is Qianqian asleep? That's strange, she doesn't seem to be injured anywhere. Why is there blood everywhere?"
Shumei muttered to herself and shifted her gaze to Boyi.
Boyi kept Qianqian's head buried in his arms. Even if Shumei moved her eyes forward, she couldn't see Qianqian's face clearly.
Since nothing is wrong, why are you still staying in this wilderness?
She reached out to shake Qianqian, "Qianqian, wake up, let's go back first and go back to sleep."
Boyi shook Shumei's hand away and said, "Don't touch her. Don't disturb her sleep."
"you--"
Only then did Shumei see Boyi's bloody hand. She quickly moved forward and used the flashlight to carefully check Boyi and Qianqian.
Only then did she realize that Boyi's clothes in front were stained with blood, and Qianqian's clothes wrapped around her body were also dyed red.
She seemed to understand something and touched Qianqian's feet with trembling hands. Her feet were ice cold, without a trace of body temperature.
Shumei was so frightened that she sat back on the ground, and the flashlight fell to the ground. "This - Qianqian?"
Boyi had a blank expression on his face, as if he had been bewitched, and he held Qianqian tightly, refusing to let go.
Shumei came to her senses and stepped forward again to confirm her terrible guess. She forcibly pried Boyi's hand away and checked Qianqian's breath. When she was sure that Qianqian had stopped breathing, tears welled up in her eyes.
"Qianqian, Qianqian, wake up! Wake up! How could this happen? How could this happen? Boyi, tell me what happened? Qianqian, how could Qianqian die? Tell me! Don't be silent! What happened?"
Shumei couldn't accept Qianqian's death for a while. She hugged Boyi's arm and shook it wildly, constantly asking him the reason for the incident.
Hearing Shumei's painful cry, Boyi finally couldn't help it, and tears of self-blame, guilt and pain burst out.
"It's all my fault. I'm useless. Qianqian—Qianqian died because of me. I'm not a man. Qianqian, I'm sorry, I'm sorry. Don't worry, I will definitely seek justice for you and make Wang Hao pay with blood."
Shumei lay on Qianqian's body, crying heart-wrenchingly.
When she heard the familiar name Wang Hao, she raised her head and looked at Boyi with a puzzled look.
With the help of the flashlight that fell on the ground next to her, Shumei could barely see Boyi's somewhat angry face.
"Who is Wang Hao? What exactly is going on? Have you notified the police?"
"Wang Hao is the man I sent to the police station for trying to insult Qianqian in the store a few years ago. It was him, the one who wanted to kill me, but Qianqian took the knife for me and lost her life."
Boyi looked at Qianqian in his arms and tears welled up in his eyes again.
"Oh, I remember now. It's about the mentally ill guy who escaped from jail. Let's go to the police station now and make him pay for his life."
Although Shumei was deeply saddened by Qianqian's death, she wanted to seek justice for her even more. She suppressed her sadness and urged Boyi to seek justice for Qianqian.
Boyi hesitated for a moment and agreed to Shumei.
"I saw a public phone in the factory before, so I went to see if it was still usable."
"Okay, let's move Qianqian over there!"
Although Shumei was sad about Qianqian's death, this was in the wilderness after all, and she didn't have the courage to stay in the grass with Qianqian alone.
The two men carried Qianqian back to the factory, placed her on the striped tape, and covered her body with the tape.
Boyi went to make a phone call, and was very glad that the public phone was still working.
After that, it’s a long wait.
The two men sat on the ground next to Qianqian, keeping her company.
The flashlight Shumei brought with her became the only light in the dark night. Shumei placed the flashlight on the ground next to her, and the light spread toward the roof.
A cold wind whistled outside the factory, bringing a chill that made Shumei sneeze.
Boyi stood up, picked up some sticks, took out the lighter he carried with him, and lit a fire in the factory.
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