I have a Secret

Carbon dioxide, poisoned unconsciously while asleep.

So sad.

If it wasn't for the voice that woke him up, he might never have woken up.

Although Lin Mao's brain became dull, he also knew that the voice saved him. His back just left the bed sheet two inches before he fell back again. It's over, I can't die, just get out.

Yes, go out, as long as you go out, you'll be fine.

Get out, I must get out!

Lin Mao struggled to get up, he took a few unsteady steps and then fell to the ground.

When Lin Mao climbed to the door, stood up and opened the door with the help of the door, the outside air rushed into his nostrils, he felt better, and couldn't help crying with excitement.

It's okay, I won't die, I won't die.

At this moment, Huang Dan came back from the vegetable market, carrying bags in his left and right hands. He climbed to the second floor and saw Lin Mao lying on the railing, "What's wrong with you?"

Lin Mao coughed uncomfortably, his weight was on the railing, he breathed with his mouth wide open, and said weakly, "Damn, I was poisoned by carbon monoxide, I almost died inside, if you didn't call me..."

As soon as his voice stopped, he said blankly, "No, didn't you just come back? Then who called me over and over again in my ear, telling me to get up quickly?"

"Let me tell you, it wasn't that voice that woke me up today. I'm really going to be poisoned to death."

Lin Mao's face was full of rejoicing, and he whispered to himself, "Who is it... who is calling me..."

Seeing that Lin Mao survived the catastrophe, Huang Dan couldn't help but heaved a sigh of relief. Anyway, he didn't die, and things could turn around.

But who is calling Lin Mao?

Could it be that Lin Mao had hallucinations?

Huang Dan quickly climbed up. When he looked up at Lin Mao again, the bag in his hand suddenly fell to the ground, and a strong uneasiness hit him.

Lin Mao's eyes were wide open, and his arm was pointing directly under his hand. He seemed to have seen something that shocked him. He tried hard to see that thing clearly, and gradually leaned out of the railing.

"Bam—"

Huang Dan rushed over, not even grabbing a piece of Lin Mao's clothes or even a hair. He heard a sound from downstairs, which was the sound of Lin Mao falling down.

Someone shouted downstairs, and there was a lot of noise.

Lin Mao is dead.

Huang Dan stuck his head out of the railing, he looked at Lin Mao in the pool of blood, and Lin Mao was also looking at him.

At this moment, what Lin Mao said came to Huang Dan's mind. He rushed into the room, almost gasping for breath from the pungent smell.

There is no one in the room.

The teapot on the stove had boiled dry, the bottom was not closed tightly, there was a small gap, and the window was closed.

Without looking closely, Huang Dan backed away, and he looked down again. Lin Mao was still looking at him, his eyes staring straight.

Huang Dan's breath was disordered, was that voice trying to save Lin Mao or harm him?