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He finally began to sober and repent, how much sin he had committed that year.

It has already surpassed the so-called "murderer" charge that Tang Shi carried on his back.

He is the real murderer! He ruined the whole life of Tang poetry!

After the video call was over, Lin Ci sent a document to Bo Ye, about some suspicious points of the case and information about the group of IP addresses. All of Lin Ci’s records were quite clear and clear, and he must have spent a lot of effort to sort it out. collect.

Lin Ci has always gone through fire and water in matters of Tang poetry. That is not the ambiguity of men towards women, but the respect for Tang poetry.

Even Lin Ci was desperately helping Tang Shi to get rid of the charges. Back then, so many people said that it could not be Tang Shi, but why, he didn't see it? !

why? !

Bo Ye closed the computer, the whole figure seemed to be emptied of soul, stood up, and was in a trance for a long time. For a long time, he seemed to be depressed for a long time, grabbed the decorative vase in the living room, fell to the ground and shattered!

The man let out a meaningless low growl. At this time, language has lost its meaning as words. Those thin words have long been unable to convey anything for him. Only by instinctive roar and venting can the real come from The most primitive anger severely shredded his sanity.

He was angry, angry that he destroyed her for five years, and even more angry that he was incapable of doing this. In a case that has no truth, it will take a few years for him to let a mysterious person guide him, so that he can do something. aware!

Bo Ye kicked the coffee table aside after falling something. He didn't know what to do to let out the irritability in his heart. He didn't know how to calm himself down.

He can't lie to himself, he is furious, he yells, because he is afraid!

Scared to death!

The truth of the year is no longer the so-called missed homicide in his memory, so what is he going to do? Subverted all his cognition, even overthrew the original murderer, how will he end up?

He wronged Tang Shi, how could he save Tang Shi’s precarious life?

No, he has no chance at all! Tang Shi has already run away! Those who ran far away had already left his world!

He was sad, but sad. When he realized everything, there was no one left beside him. Everyone was disappointed in him! His mother started traveling around the world and stopped asking him about his news. His son slipped away from his palm with all tactics, and his ex-wife, Tang Shi, who he hated for so many years but hated the wrong person, has also left with his son completely Haicheng!

What is left of him! There is nothing in the end!

Is he sad? He is ridiculous! He deserves it!

Bo Ye covered her face helplessly, half-kneeled on the blanket in a mess, leaning on the coffee table, reaching out to cover her eyes, but did not hold back the tears, and rolled from his eyes.

He whimpered like a sleepy beast, unable to bear it. He could no longer resist the various emotions in his heart, and the waves swallowed him up.

He wanted to howl and scream, but what to do? His salvation had been lost by his own hands.

If Tang Shi's reputation is rehabilitated, she will be reborn. Who will save him? Who will come and who will save him desperate?

That night, Bo Ye didn't close his eyes all night, and began to daze after crying silently. He even accidentally touched the vase fragments on the ground. The sharp ceramics cut the skin of his palms, embedded in textures, and bloody blood.

Bo Ye seemed to be unaware of the pain, and blankly raised his right hand, looking at the blood gurgling from the wound on the palm of his hand, which was shockingly red.

He stared at the wound for a long time, gritted his teeth, and hurriedly pulled out the deeply embedded ceramic shard, blood splashing! In the next second, his numb body returned with unprepared pain, involving the deep pain in his heart, his face was pale, as if he had lost his soul.

The wound did not stop the bleeding, and blood rushed out from the wound. He was in pain, but his heart was even more painful.

He was wondering, when Tang Shi was desperate and cut his wrists to self-mutilate, was he also in pain now?

No, it's impossible. The injury on his hand now can be compared to the dozens of bloody scars on Tang Shi's right wrist!

Her pain at the time all returned to Bo Ye in a counterattack attitude. He remembered that Tang Shi alone suffered inhuman insults in prison, but he was up and down in this colorful world. The contrast was obvious. More mockery.

At this moment, the truth came, just like Ling Chi's executioner, Bo Ye closed his eyes, but his eyes were full of the voice and smile of Tang Shi.

Five years of marriage, five years of husband-and-wife friendship, he gave her an unwarranted charge. At the time, would he have thought about how much retribution he would receive if he was wronged?

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

Bo Ye’s eye sockets were red and swollen, and the blood on his palm was mottled. Because of the loss of a lot of blood, Bo Ye’s face looked a little pale. He felt that everything in front of him was slowly tilted and distorted, and together with his entire world, gradually collapsed and gradually rushed towards. A black and white end

***

Bo Ye woke up again in the hospital. Lin Ci and Jiang Ling sat aside, and saw him awake, Jiang Ling joked, "Why don't you just cut down a bit? , Cut your wrists directly? Why do you cut your palms? If your palm prints are broken, you will lose your fortune. You bear it yourself."

Bo Ye stretched out his hand and stared at the bandaged wound on his right hand. He wanted to talk, but his voice became hoarse. "I"

"It's your special helper because you didn't hear back all day, so I was worried, so I went to your private apartment to look for you. Damn, when I entered the door, something fell on the floor and there was blood all over the floor. I don't know. The thief was stabbed by someone."

Jiang Ling looked at Bo Ye with a good-looking eyebrow, "This is not your style, why can't you think about it like this?" The

impression of Bo Ye was very cold, and especially decisive and neat. When he finds that something is wrong, he will immediately withdraw, and he has never seen him so desperate.

Except for Tang poetry.

Jiang Ling tentatively asked, "Isn't it related to Tang poetry?"

Bo Ye's eyes trembled, and Jiang Ling knew that he was right.

"Come on, now you are dying to live like this for Tang poetry, why didn't you use your brain too much before?"

Jiang Ling said with a sigh, "Bo Ye, don't entangle people because of Tang poetry." People are not rare."

Yes, she is not rare. She even disappeared from Haicheng with the shadows, and Su Qi didn't even know her whereabouts. Of course she doesn't care about him for walking so simply and ruthlessly!