Chapter 264

He finally began to realize how much crime he had committed.

It has already surpassed the so-called "murderer" in Tang poetry.

He's the real murderer! He ruined the life of Tang poetry!

After the video call, Lin CI sent a document to Bo Ye, which is the doubtful points of the case and the information about that group of IP addresses. All the records of Lin CI are quite clear. He must have spent a lot of effort to sort out and collect them.

Lin CI always goes through fire and water about Tang poetry. It's not men's ambiguity about women, but their respect for Tang poetry.

Even Lin CI is trying his best to help Tang Shi clear the charge. At the beginning, so many people said it could not be Tang Shi, but why didn't he see it?!

Why?!

Thin night closed the computer, the whole person seems to be evacuated the soul, stand up, trance for a long time. For a long time, he seemed to have been depressed for a long time. He grabbed the decorative vase in the living room and fell to the ground!

A man utters a meaningless roar. At this time, language has lost its meaning as words. Those thin words can't convey anything for him any more. Only relying on the instinct to roar and vent can it really come from the most primitive anger and tear his reason to pieces.

He was angry that he had destroyed her for five years. What's more, he was even more angry that he couldn't be able to do so. In a case with a different truth, it would take several years for him to let a mysterious person guide him, so that he could be aware of it!

Bo Ye kicked over one side of the coffee table after falling something. He didn't know how to do it to let out his irritability. He didn't know how to calm down.

He can't cheat himself, he's furious, he's yelling, because he fear!

Scared to death!

The truth of that year is no longer the so-called manslaughter in his memory, so what is he going to do? Overturned all his cognition, even overturned the original murderer, how does he end up?

How can he save the precarious life of Tang poetry?

No, he has no chance at all! Tang poetry has run away! Run far away, already left his world!

He is sad, in the end, when he realized everything, there was no one left, and everyone was disappointed with him! His mother began to travel around the world and no longer asked about him. His son tried his best to slip away from him. His ex-wife, Tang Shi, who had hated the wrong person for so many years, had already left Haicheng with his son!

What's left of him! Nothing in the end!

Is he sad? He's ridiculous! He deserves it!

Thin night helplessly covers his face, half kneels on the blanket in a mess, leans against the tea table, reaches out to cover his eyes, but does not hold back tears, rolling from his eyes.

He whimpered like a trapped animal. He couldn't bear it any more. He couldn't resist all kinds of emotions in his heart now. The waves engulfed him.

He wanted to wail and scream, but what to do? His salvation had been lost by himself.

If the reputation of Tang poetry is rehabilitated, she will be reborn. Who will save him? Who will Who will save him from despair?

That night, thin night didn't close her eyes all night. She started to be in a daze when she finished her tears silently. She even accidentally came across the vase fragments on the ground. The sharp ceramics cut the skin of his palm, embedded the texture, and became bloody.

Thin night like is not aware of the pain in general, blankly raised his right hand, looking at the palm of the wound from the blood, startling red.

He gazed at the wound for a long time, gritted his teeth, pulled out the deeply embedded ceramic fragments, and spattered blood! Originally numb body but in the next second, unable to prevent the pain all return, involving the deep heart pain, his face pale, like lost soul.

There was no hemostasis in the wound, and fresh blood gushed from the wound. He was in pain, but his heart was more painful.

He was thinking, when Tang poetry was desperate to cut its wrist and hurt itself, was it the same pain he had now?

No, it's impossible. The wound on his hand now can't compare with dozens of bloody scars on Tang Shi's right wrist!

At the moment, her pain comes back to Bo Ye with a counterattack attitude. He thinks of Tang Shi, who suffered from inhuman insults in prison, but he is making a lot of changes in this colorful world.

At this moment, the truth comes, just like lingchi's executioner. Bo Ye closes her eyes, but in front of her eyes is the sound and smile of Tang poetry.

After five years of marriage and friendship, he gave her a false accusation. At that time, would he have thought about how much he would suffer if he was wronged?

No, he didn't think about Tang poetry at all!

Bo Ye's eyes are red and swollen, and his palms are stained with blood. Because of the loss of a lot of blood, Bo Ye's face looks a little pale. He feels that everything in front of him is slowly narrowing and distorting. Together with his whole world, he gradually collapses and goes to a black-and-white end******

Bo Ye wakes up again in the hospital. Lin Ci and Jiang Ling sit on one side and see him wake up. Jiang Ling jokes, "why don't you just cut down a little bit and cut your wrist directly? What do you want to do? If you lose your palmprint, you'll have to bear it yourself. "

Bo Ye stretched out his hand and looked at the bandaged wound on his right hand. He wanted to speak, but his voice was hoarse, "I..."

"It's your special help, because you didn't reply all day, so you worried and went to your private apartment to look for you. Damn, as soon as you enter the door, things fall all over the floor, and the floor is still covered with blood. I don't know that I think the thief has been stabbed. "

Jiang Ling looked at thin night, good-looking eyebrows a Yang, "this is not your style, ah, what is so hard to open?"

The impression of thin night is very cold, and particularly decisive, when you find something wrong, you will immediately withdraw, never seen him so lost.

Except Tang poetry.

Jiang Ling asked tentatively, "it's not related to Tang poetry, is it?"

Thin night Mou Guang a Zhan, river Ling then know oneself guess right.

"Come on, you want to live and die for the sake of Tang poetry. Why didn't you use your mind more at the beginning?"

Jiang Ling half looked at the joke, sighed and said, "Bo Ye, don't pester people about Tang poetry any more. People are not rare."

Yes, she is not rare. She even disappeared from Haicheng, and Su Qi didn't know her whereabouts. She didn't care for him when she walked so simply and ruthlessly!

Is this retribution? No, retribution should be far from enough, right?

But He Can't he regret it Now, just hearing the two words of Tang poetry, his heart aches and he is dying of pain

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