His upright outline was darkened inch by inch, dyed with thick ink, and his gloomy eyes were coagulated with frost and snow, like a furious lion: "why don't I know about this matter?"

The warden was frightened by his roar, and his back was cold and sweaty. He explained, "Mrs. Ji did not suffer in prison at that time. The cell was also a single person, but she gave up herself. She didn't eat or drink. I can't let people force her into her mouth?"

When he got the news of Shen Youran's miscarriage, he was scared to death. He was afraid that Ji Jinchuan would not be able to bear the burden after knowing it. He thought that the matter had already happened, so he had to hide it first.

Later, Shen Youran disappeared after he was released from prison, and the heavy stone that he pressed on his heart fell.

I didn't expect that after so many years, Ji Jinchuan came to investigate the matter himself.

Ji Jinchuan grabbed his collar and sent out a little chill in his indifference. He repeated, "why don't you report to me?"

When the warden saw his cannibalism, his face turned white with fear: "I I dare not

Ji Jinchuan's heart and lungs from the heart of the pain, gradually into the bone marrow, he suddenly bleak smile, like a madman, said to himself: "it's my fault, everything is my fault..."

The warden looked at the gibberish of him, frightened and flustered.

Ji Jinchuan's smile at the corner of his mouth gradually solidified, and his heart was manic and depressed, like a headless fly, which could not be relieved.

He fumbled for cigarettes, but each pocket felt empty.

What about cigarettes? Where is the smoke?

The warden looked at him and saw that he was looking for something and asked, "what are you looking for?"

His lips moved, his voice hoarse as if destroying the vocal cords: "smoke?"

"Yes." The warden took out his cigarette case from his pocket, and before he took it out, he grabbed it.

He took one out and put it in his mouth. The warden slapped the lighter and leaned over to light it for him.

Ji Jinchuan took a hard puff, and his eyes went into his lungs. He coughed violently, as if to cough out the whole lung and bile.

The warden rushed to pour him a glass of water and held it in front of him.

He smoked in silence. His eyes were empty like a dry well. He couldn't see the warden's Cup in front of him.

The warden's hands were numb, and then he drew back. He put the water cup on the table beside him, and stood looking at the ugly man. His clothes on his back were soaked with cold sweat.

He smoked out three puffs of a cigarette. He sat stiff like a carved stone. After a long time, he got up and went out of his wits and almost hit the doorframe.

The warden gave him a quick pull. To his surprise, he found Ji Jinchuan shaking.

He looked at the handsome face pale man, some worried asked: "season general manager, are you ok?"

Ji Jinchuan shook off his hand and walked out of the warden's office.

The warden saw that there was something wrong with him, and he followed him anxiously, always following him and paying attention to him all the time.

Xiao Cheng waited outside the prison. Seeing Ji Jinchuan get out of the car immediately, he went around to the other side and opened the back door.

When he saw the man who had lost his soul, he was shocked. This man, who had always been warm and indifferent, had never seen such a gloomy and dead expression on his face.

After Ji Jinchuan approached, Xiao Cheng looked at his pale and frightening face. His doubts became more and more intense, but he did not dare to ask more questions.

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