Mr. Li, Madam, she is not guilty of death

To be sent to the kidnappers to be tortured and disabled with ten fingers, to be hypnotized to be played by him like a fool, and to knock off the child's legs and disable them later, what are these things!

Some things are not worth being forgiven. It has nothing to do with being generous. Each has its own bottom line. She survived all the hardships and died in that fire. Why should she forgive this step by step? dead people?

Shen Zhichu untied the disposable hair tie from his hair

While tidying her hair, she said, "It's not impossible to ask me to forgive you."

At this moment, Li Jingshen was speechless, the surprise came so quickly that it was unbelievable, and he couldn't regain his senses.

But in the next second, he saw Shen Zhichu throwing the disposable hair rope in his hand into the river: "Go down and pick it up, and I will forgive you if you find it, how about it?"

How could such a small hair rope be thrown into the river, how could it still be found, there is everything in the river, mixed with the silt and stones at the bottom of the river, even if Li Jingshen grew ten hands, it would be difficult to find it.

When the hair rope fell into the river, it sank lightly, not as big as the ripples of rainwater falling on the water.

"Do you find it difficult? Then you don't have to pick it up..."

"Will you forgive me and give me another chance as long as I find it?"

Shen Zhichu stared at Li Jingshen's serious eyes, and smiled gently and generously: "You will know when you find it."

The smile on her face was too deceptive, Li Jingshen knew that Shen Zhichu was punishing him, she knew that he couldn't swim and was afraid of water.

No matter what you want in this world, you have to pay for it.

He took off his coat without hesitation and jumped into the river. Fortunately, during the past two days, he was clearing up the garbage in the river, and more than half of the water was pumped away. Li Jingshen was on the bank again, and the river only reached his thighs. , You can't drown, but you can feel the bone-chilling chill in the water.

Li Jingshen seemed to be in a daze, he bent over, and Shen Zhichu's words echoed in his ears.

Just find the hair rope she threw in the water, and she'll forgive him and give him a chance.

This is his obsession, which has locked him for three years.

Li Jingshen bent down and groped reverently. If he wanted to touch the bottom of the river with his hands, he had to get his head in. The river, which was still clean just now, was already muddy after being stirred up by him.

It's fine that Li Jingshen can't swim, he still has a cleanliness habit, but now he is looking for that humble hair rope in the river devoutly.

At the bottom of the river were stones wrapped in silt, which were uneven and slippery when stepped on. Li Jingshen fell into the water several times, his whole body was covered in muddy water, and his palms were cut by sharp stones. He was in a panic.

He forgot about his obsession with cleanliness, forgot about the pain, numb repetitive movements, groping for the stones in the river without distraction, his fingers shuttled through the mud, and the stench hit his face.

Where is the hair rope... Where is the hair rope that Shen Zhichu threw into the water?

The rain in the sky seemed to be joking, it just stopped and started to fall again, the body that was already full of coldness was now worsened, Li Jingshen's face turned pale from the cold in the river.

Shen Zhichu stood on the bank holding an umbrella, with sarcasm in his eyes, the rain pattered and fell on the river, smashing the entire water mirror into pieces.

Shen Zhichu looked at the time, 8 minutes had passed, and Bai Qiujing might be in a hurry if he didn't go back, she reminded the man looking down at the river.

"Li Jingshen can't find the hair rope, so don't come to see me, it's getting dark, I'll go back first." After she finished speaking, she turned around and left without looking back, her indifferent attitude reminded people of Li Jingshen back then.

After Li Jingshen paused slightly, he continued to rummage in the river. He searched for a long time, but found nothing. His body was shaking from the cold, and his breathing gradually became uncomfortable, but even so, he refused to go up.

The clothes on his body were tightly attached to his body after being wet with water, and the hidden belt was transparent. If Shen Zhichu was still there at this moment, he might be able to see the burn on his chest.

Li Jingshen's hands were swollen and whitish from soaking in the water, his fingertips hurt like needles, a few pieces of skin fell off, and the cold wind and rain made Li Jingshen's vision completely blurred, he could only go by his perception try to find.

After an unknown amount of time, his body froze and he began to cough. He covered his throat and coughed until he was out of breath, and his chest rose and fell.

Originally, there was a mouthful of blood blocked in his throat, but now it flowed out from the corner of his mouth as he coughed, and flowed into the muddy river.

There was pain in every part of his body, especially his stomach and heart, which seemed to be wrapped in a prickly pear ball. He swayed, barely stabilized and then supported his forehead with his hands. His steps were weak, and his feet staggered in the water. After a while, he finally plunged into the water.

Up to thigh level, he sank like a rock.

For a moment, Li Jingshen thought that he would die in this way, he reached out his hand to grab some support, but he couldn't grab anything.

"Mr. Li!" Zhao Qian's voice briefly brought him back to his senses. Li Jingshen wanted to stand up, but he couldn't. He was really tired, but he knew he couldn't stop. Shen Zhichu is back, how could he die?