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"Doctor Mo, the patient has lost consciousness!"

"Why are you still standing there, press it!" Mologa calmly calmed down the situation, "Adrenaline."

Lu Yao stared blankly at the situation in front of him, fixed his eyes on Mo Qi who had lost consciousness, and raised his heart unconsciously.

"Get out of the way, don't block here."

In a panic, someone pushed her aside, her mind went blank, and before she even got out of the shock, she staggered and fell straight backwards.

Subconsciously, she stretched out her hand to find a support point, but just when she was about to fall, a pair of big hands wrapped around her waist and straightened her up.

She turned her head in surprise, and Mo Luo let go of her without any trace, without even giving her a look, and continued to rescue her.

She looked over, and the nurses were still performing cardiopulmonary resuscitation alternately, and the surrounding equipment was beeping.

Mo Qi's face turned pale, and his body didn't move any more. All signs indicated that the person in front of him was dead.

She gasped.

"Why are you crying? You are older than me, and I will help you block it. I didn't cry, but you cried first."

"Yaoyao, do you feel pain, I'm sorry, I'm useless."

Looking at Mo Qi's face, two immature voices suddenly appeared in her mind, and she was shocked.

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Mologa sighed helplessly, turned around, and looked at Lu Yao with a sorry expression on his face. Just as he was about to say something, Lu Yao's expression changed, and he turned and ran out.

Boom!

Thunder flashed across the sky. In April, the weather in the south became more and more unpredictable. It was obviously hot just now, but now it was covered with dark clouds.

headache.

It looked like something had exploded inside.

She was sitting in the hall on the first floor, covering her head in pain, and the strong wind was blowing outside, but she turned a deaf ear to it.

"Miss, are you okay?"

Someone was calling her, but she couldn't hear it.

Boom!

There was another burst of thunder, Lu Yao's pupils constricted, those lost memories poured into his brain like a tide, and he had a splitting headache.

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"If there are a few children missing, the things given by the above will also be reduced."

"What are you afraid of? Aren't there still a few of them? Just these few little bastards are worrying. You want to have a few more. If you have nothing to do, you two will close the door and make babies."

"What are you afraid of? If you buy less food, you will save money."

"This won't work. If a few more starve to death, I'm afraid it will be difficult to end."

Lu Yao heard these words in a trance, she tried hard to open her eyes, but her mind was dizzy and she couldn't wake up.

I don't know how much time has passed, the cry of the child rang in my ears, from far to near.
A smell of meat came to my face.

"Wangwang!"

The rapid dog barking brought Lu Yao back to consciousness.

She returned to that dream again, the same kitchen, but this time, the protagonist in the dream changed.

The thinly dressed little boy swung the stick away from the yellow dog that was eating the bone, picked up the leftover bone that the yellow dog ate, and gnawed it.

Don't eat it.

She wanted to step forward to stop him, but when she floated down from the ceiling, she realized that she couldn't touch him, and could only watch the child, gnawing and gnawing on the bone.

If you look carefully, the child's eyebrows and eyes are somewhat similar to Mo Qi's.

Mo Qi
Lu Yao trembled all over, and looked at the child on the ground in disbelief.

Could it be that this child is Mo Qi?
He is also an orphan in an orphanage.

"Little bastard, you starved to death and reincarnated, and even snatched dog food, why don't you die!"

Mo Qi hugged the remaining half of the bone tightly in his arms, "I'm not going to die, I'm just too hungry, you give meat to dogs, but potatoes to us, old hag!"

The woman viciously picked up the stick and hit the boy on the back with a stick, "You son of a bitch, you're out of order!"

"Old witch! Beat me to death if you have the ability!"

"Okay, little bastard, I don't believe I can't cure you today." The woman picked up the water ladle and walked towards the pot of hot water on the stove.

Mo Qi panicked and ran outside, but it was too late, the woman poured a ladle of water towards the door, and the boiling water went straight towards Mo Qi's face.

"what!!"

"Little brother!"

Just at the very moment, a girl rushed over desperately, tightly protecting Mo Qi's head.

"Yaoyao!" Mo Qi gritted his teeth and looked at the woman in the kitchen, "Old hag! If you can't beat me to death today, I will definitely chop off your head and use it as a stool for Yaoyao!"

Yaoyao
So that little girl, is that her?

The scar on his back seemed to be aching.

"Remember, your surname is Mo! Your surname is Mo! Yaoyao!"

Mo Qi's hoarse voice before falling down suddenly pulled her out of the dream.

Rumble!
The thunder was getting louder and louder, her face was pale, her hands couldn't stop shaking, if that memory was only painful, then she didn't want to think about it anymore.

Turning on the phone, I saw the message from Zhou Xuan.

"Sister Lu, you are gone. I couldn't find you just now. The captain needs my support. The body is stored in the morgue."

Lu Yao was a little dazed, so fast?
Only half an hour later, people just disappeared?
She was in a complicated mood, and wanted to ask Shen Zhinan if he needed help, but unexpectedly, she went to the morgue.

When the uncle in the morgue saw her, he was surprised and put down the teacup in his hand, "Girl Lu, what are you doing here?"

This is her third time here.

Few of the people who come here to identify the dead are as calm as Lu Yao. It's not that the old man has never seen calm, but they can't hold back at the moment when they see the dead body of their relatives.

Only Lu Yao, without a single tear from the beginning to the end, was as calm as a stranger who just came here to help others look at the corpse.

The first time was okay, after all, this kind of thing has been seen a lot, but the second time it was like this, the old man was careful. As for now, seeing Lu Yao's distraught look, he actually sweated for her.

Lu Yao turned his head slowly, and said lightly, "I have a friend inside, I'll come and see him."

With just a few words, the uncle sighed helplessly, "Is it the one who was sent down just now? This young man died pitifully. He died like this at a young age. Is he your colleague?"

Lu Yao didn't answer.

The uncle only thought that she was overly sad, and said while regretting: "Looking at the injuries on his body, he should have died in the line of duty. Alas, your line of work is really too dangerous. This young man didn't even close his eyes when he fell down. Poor."

Did you close your eyes?

The uncle sighed, "Go in and have a look, the last bed is it."

After getting the answer he wanted, Lu Yao stopped lingering and walked towards the location of Mo Qi's body.

In the gloomy environment, sheets of white corpses came into view, she stopped in front of Mo Qi, and stretched out her hand to lift the sheets on his body.

The black pupils have already occupied the entire eyes, but these eyes are open.

She looked into those eyes quietly, "Aren't you willing to close your eyes?"

There was no answer in the empty morgue.

Lu Yao sneered, "There is nothing worth remembering in such a bad world, close your eyes and go."

As she said that, she reached out and tried to stroke his eyelids, but she didn't expect to let go of her hand and it would still be the same.

Don't you die?
Ah.
She never believed in ghosts and gods, but now, she seemed to believe it a little bit.

"Since you don't want to close your eyes, then tell me, who am I?"

Inexplicably leaving such a sentence and leaving, what is this?
Create suspense?
Or make things difficult for her?

Who is she, Lu Yao or Lu Yao, or the Mo Yao that Mo Qi called out.

It's really fantasy.

An ordinary little forensic doctor is actually involved in so many things, and he doesn't even know his own identity.

This life is a waste of time.

"Let's go, An'an, there will be a day when the truth will be revealed."

Tried again, miraculously, this time without any effort, Mo Qi's eyes closed.

Taking a deep look at his pale face, Lu Yao clenched his fists, then turned and left.

Walking out of the morgue, her pace became slower and slower, and finally she just sat in the corridor, took out her mobile phone and called Shen Zhinan.

"How's the situation over there?" She was weak.

Shen Zhinan's voice came quickly, "That woman appeared in a small clinic, and the investigation is still ongoing, and no one has been found yet."

"Well, then you are busy."

She herself couldn't explain why she called Shen Zhinan, but when she got emotional, the first thing she thought of was Shen Zhinan.

If I let him know her thoughts, I'm afraid she will laugh at her.

Just when he was about to hang up the phone, he heard Shen Zhinan's voice, "Are you okay?"

Lu Yao forced a smile, "It's okay, what can I do."

"Lu Yao." Shen Zhinan's voice was a little angry, "Don't you believe me?"

"how could be."

"Then tell the truth."

Lu Yao felt tightness in her chest, even she didn't realize it, her voice was trembling.

"Shen Zhinan, I don't want to check anymore."

Those memories were too cruel and painful, she didn't dare to think about what the result would be if she continued to investigate.