conspirator's love

Chapter 30 Nightmare in the Mountains

"Don't die, please don't die." Mo Jiaxin begged in a low voice while crying, she pressed her hand tightly to the bleeding wound, but the bright red blood was still bubbling out, "Don't die, don't die like this .live and make me hate you."

In the distance came one after another mournful bird calls, ah~~ah~~, as if they were announcing the death of this person.

Her tears fell on the man's wound and fell on her own hands. The blood between the fingers was diluted, and pale pink blood flowed down the back of the hand.

The wind in the mountains blew coldly on her body, Mo Jiaxin shuddered, knowing that death had come mercilessly.

She hugged that heavy body desperately, feeling that the person in her arms was getting colder and heavier.

Mo Jiaxin stretched out her bloody hand, wanting to turn the man's face away, to see his final appearance, she grabbed the only clean part of the sleeve and rubbed the man's face, then looked down at him.

The body in his arms is still the same body, but his face has changed into that of dialect.

She closed her eyes and opened her lips slightly, as if she was lying next to her. The dried blood on her face made her exposed skin paler.

"Ah! Don't!" Mo Jiaxin's heartbroken cry echoed in the mountains and forests, and several birds on the trees flew away, and she uttered: "Ah~~ah~~".

Mo Jiaxin woke up from the dream, she was covered in cold sweat, and her mouth was so hard to breathe that she opened her mouth wide.

Looking around, she found that she was not in the woods but in the bedroom. Outside the open window, there was a strong evil wind, which made the shadows of the trees sway, and the whistling wind whizzed back and forth.

She just wanted to sit on the bed and read a book and wait for the dialect to go home. She was probably too tired and fell asleep leaning on the head of the bed.

Recently she has been having the same dream, the woods, the singing of birds, the sound of the wind, dead bodies and blood.But today this dream is a little different from usual.

"Dialect?" Mo Jiaxin called out, but no one answered.Haven't come back yet?Still fell asleep on the sofa in the living room.

She got up and went to the living room, which was empty.She looked back at the clock. It was already 12 o'clock. At 10:30, Fang Yan called her and said that she was off work and was going home.

Mo Jiaxin also asked if he wanted to pick her up.

The dialect said, what are you picking up? Before you came to pick me up, I was already home.

Could it be that there was some unexpected delay?Mo Jiaxin picked up her mobile phone to call Fangyan, but she couldn't get through after calling twice.

She went to the dining table and poured a full glass of water to drink, remembering the scene in her dream just now, it was no longer the teenage Mo Jiaxin, but now she was holding the corpse of dialect in the woods.Her heart tightened, she put down the cup, picked up the car keys on the table, turned around and left, bringing the cup with her sleeve.

"Crack!" With a crisp sound, the glass fell to the ground and was smashed to pieces.

Mo Jiaxin's heart skipped a beat, she didn't care about changing clothes or the broken cup, she put on her shoes and went downstairs.

Mo Jiaxin drove the car along the dialect's way to work and looked slowly, hoping to see the drowsy-eyed dialect head on. She rubbed her eyes and said to herself, "I'm exhausted. I have another urgent task. I just finished it." Or grab her clothes and laugh at her, "Why did you go out on the street in your pajamas, you're so stupid."

There are one or two stalls selling barbecue on the street, and a few young people are sitting on small benches on the street drinking and eating skewers.Maybe the dialect is also hungry, so I went to eat supper with my colleagues.The gluttonous cat forgot to call himself for a while.

But no matter how much she comforted herself, Mo Jiaxin couldn't restrain her growing panic. She was never an optimistic person, but she didn't dare to use bad aspects to speculate on the dialect's situation, and she couldn't even think about it. She was afraid I will lose control.

She drove all the way to the downstairs of the dialect office, and the upstairs was completely dark.The lobby is still lit, but the door is locked.She tapped on the glass door, but no one answered.

She stood downstairs and kept calling Dialect, but she couldn't get through.She started to locate the dialect phone again, but it reminded her that the network connection was disconnected and could not be located.

what to do?She was standing on the street in her green cotton pajamas, watching the wind whistling around the pieces of paper on the road, a chill came from her heart.

She turned around and got into the car, maybe Dialect had already gone home, she had to go home and check.

When Mo Jiaxin came home, it was almost two o'clock in the middle of the night.

Wang Zhe saw her back in the cat's eyes, and he was curious. Who would Mo Jiaxin call for help when encountering such a major event as the dialect's disappearance? Is it himself as his own brother, or the one who once blocked a knife for her? Tian Jun.

He sat in front of the rainforest tank with a sneer, and the blue light in the rainforest tank reflected his face.

He had a lady's cigarette from Mo Jiaxin dangling from his mouth, and he didn't smoke it, just drank it in his mouth.

There was a blue crystal ashtray on the table, but he never used it because he didn't need it.

It was for his sister.

When he was in high school, Wang Zhe often secretly smoked Mo Jiaxin's cigarettes.At that time, it was not the first time to steal a cigarette, but because of the source of this cigarette, I felt a little different.

He took out a slender cigarette from the cigarette case, and held the blue filter tip between Wang Zhe's fingers. He followed Mo Jiaxin's example and slid the lighter, took a deep breath, and imagined that Mo Jiaxin was thinking when he smoked. Something, maybe thinking about my fucking life, maybe thinking about that girl in another city.

In the familiar smell of smoke, he felt that he had communicated with Mo Jiaxin in soul, no matter whether that Mo Jiaxin rejected him deep in his heart.

Such a weird communication and the commonality he deliberately set up brought Wang Zhe strong psychological comfort at certain times.

But once Mo Jiaxin discovered it because of the smell of smoke that didn't have time to dissipate.

She didn't tell him that minors can't smoke, or the harm of smoking, and so on. Maybe she felt that she didn't have any credibility when she said it.

Mo Jiaxin just said lightly: "Stop smoking."

Since then, Wang Zhe has never smoked again.He doesn't do things that his sister doesn't like.So simple that no other reason is needed.

As for the dialect, Wang Zhe told himself countless times that even if his father is still alive, he can't tolerate his daughter's paranoid love for a colleague to the point of self-abuse. This kind of love is not good for anyone since it hurts the body. , should not have continued.Dad will definitely intervene.Now that his father is gone, he is Mo Jiaxin's only relative, so there is nothing wrong with letting him do it.

He took the cigarette out of his mouth, put it under his nose with his hands, and sniffed the smell of tobacco.

The faint tobacco fragrance is the same as that of my sister.

Mo Jiaxin opened the door of the house, but no one ran over as expected, and said angrily, "Where did you go at night? You're not home when I go home."

I went to the bedroom to check, and there was no messy little head in the bed.

Mo Jiaxin felt as if someone had dug out a piece of her heart, and she instinctively told her that something happened to her dialect.She sat under the window and looked in the direction of the gate of the community, took out a cigarette, lit it with trembling hands, and took a deep breath.

She knew she had nothing to do but wait.

At the beginning, she couldn't bear her own emotions, couldn't tolerate her drifting away from the dialect, and when she resolutely returned to T City to get close to the dialect, she still had a little luck: Maybe the past really passed away, and she could start again .

But now she realizes that this has always been her own wishful thinking.And the price is to hurt the dialect?She felt that she was wrong. When Tian Qi accused her and dialect blamed her, she didn't think she was wrong. Now she knew that she was really wrong.

It turned out that she was a person who could neither love nor be loved, but she insisted on pulling the innocent dialect into her nightmare.

In the endless self-blame and anxiety, the east has begun to turn white, and the blue sky is about to dawn.

A burst of music played melodiously without looking at emotions.

"Some people say / the furthest distance in the world / is not between life and death / but when I stand in front of you / but you don't know that I love you..."

Mo Jiaxin rushed over like crazy, went to find her mobile phone in the coat on the floor, and was still singing alone:

"I often say / If human beings even love one person / are bound by themselves / then the end of the world has come / there is no need to wait / the day when the earth is destroyed..."

I don't know if it was because her hands were shaking, but she took some effort to take out the phone with the hand holding the cigarette. The cigarette butt burned her finger, she threw the cigarette butt on the ground, slid it twice, and connected the phone: "Hello?"

"Hehe, you are quite leisurely, you made me wait so long to pick up." A hoarse male voice sounded over there.

"The dialect is with you?" Mo Jiaxin didn't want to talk too much, and cut directly to the topic.

"What do you think?" The man had a playful mentality, "You won't be waiting for the phone all night, right?"

"Zhao Liqiang, if you have anything to say, just say it." Mo Jiaxin sat on the floor and interrupted him irritably.

He smiled coldly, "Your little baby is very cute. I left her to play with me last night. Why are you so anxious?"

"Make an offer." Mo Jiaxin said bluntly.

"Aren't you going to call the police and arrest me? At this time, are you still worried about what your father did?" The man didn't intend to let her go, but continued to challenge Mo Jiaxin's psychological limit, "You are really a Good girl. Haha."

"Don't you just want money? I'll give it to you."

"Who said I only want money?" Zhao Liqiang said word by word, like a cannonball, "The surname Mo abducted my woman, did you treat her well? Let her be a mistress for so many years, I feel bad. Okay, let’s not deal with him. Why? Just die? Damn, he has not yet settled his account with me, so his mother died. Where is my money? Your surname is Mo Are you playing around like a fool?" On the other end of the phone, the man seemed to kick something hard, and there was a blunt sound accompanied by whimpering.

Mo Jiaxin's heart twisted into a ball, as if someone grabbed a corner of her heart and tore off a layer of skin.

"Mo Jiaxin, you have to blame you, your father, your wicked bastard. Who made you his daughter?"

"How much?" Mo Jiaxin gritted her teeth and said.

"Are you willing to give me the money now? Didn't you say that no one can take that money? I won't give it to me even if I die." The man laughed mockingly, "I didn't step on your sore spot in your feelings."

"How much?" Mo Jiaxin spat out each word like a nail.

"500 million." The man said lightly, "You don't spend it anyway, so I can't afford to leave too much for you, and I can't take all of the 2000 million insurance money. We are both grasshoppers on the same boat now. It’s not good to pick it up for you, so I’ll leave you some change. After all, two of your family’s lives were exchanged. Haha.”

"Yes. I want to see the dialect first." Mo Jiaxin said without hesitation.