Mr. Bu was secretly sad for a while, and he immediately cheered up, drank half of the wine in the wine glass, and stimulated his throat slightly.

Zuo Lan put the wine glass on the side of the road, looked at Mr. Bu's gloomy appearance and asked, "Your daughter is different from you, is it really your daughter? Is it impossible? Look at you like that."

"Do you know who my daughter is?"

"I know." Zuo Lan shrugged, "You told me, forgot?"

"I don't remember saying her name and address."

"You must have said it."

This time, Mr. Bu's expression changed and he was full of vigilance. Those who were in his business were afraid of other people talking about their family, but he really didn't remember clearly saying Ke Yi's name.

Zuo Lan smiled and picked up the wine glass again. He looked at the cold Han Ye Sixun, completely disregarding the eyes of the person beside him.

After a while, he laughed: "Have peace of mind, you're over-concerned. I have something to ask you, have you ever received an invitation from Rohan?"

Mr. Bu nodded and admitted: "Yes, but I don't want to be too close to him. It's not that I don't believe him, but that I want to make money."

"Just say you are super cautious, I am not in the same group as him. There is one thing you are very similar to someone. She also warned me to stay away from Rohan, saying that this person is obsessed with greed, probably this is what he means."

"Then Mr. Kale, someone you said should be very close to you. If you guessed correctly, it would be a woman."

"How can I see it?"

"Your expression, when you mention this person, your expression is a little happy."

Zuo Lan's expression with a little happiness instantly solidified, and in an instant it became a trance.

And that person was still in the mountaintop prison where Dushan Mountain was worried about a woman's indispensable troubles. Her menstrual period was here.

A few days ago, on the day she was talking nonsense to the person she saw when she was crazy, the slept on the floor for a night. After waking up, the illusory person had disappeared. The first thing she felt was the soreness all over her body.

I have never slept like this since I was a child, and I can adapt to it in the bed, which is similar to the carriage sleeping in the carriage, but it is completely different on the ground. It is hard and cool, and the hard ground has a cold temperature, like a needle soaked in ice water, tinging her whole body one by one.

She instinctively wanted to go to bed, but there were new friends she met on the bed.

She finally got to bed and woke up several times a night. When she could no longer sleep, the bed was empty and the quilts were stacked neatly.

She held her stiff waist and returned to the bed to sit. There was something obviously wrong with the rib on her left side, as if the bones there were twisted together.

It took a long time for her to breathe, and her mouth and nose work together to barely maintain her.

Then, she discovered the tableware in front of the door, which was actually just a basin.

Then, everything around was far away, only the four walls were constantly approaching, and these walls were about to crush her to death.

My brain was dizzy and swelled for a long time before I recovered.

She remembered the person she saw yesterday and couldn't help but feel cold on her back. She was afraid that she would see a ghost, because there was no other person here except herself.

Just as she was thinking, there was a sound on one wall. She didn't care at first, thinking it was an auditory hallucination, and the inexplicable sound of the wall was a common thing.

I soon discovered something was wrong, and the frequency of the wall sounded a little too fast, which made her curious.

He covered his ribs and walked towards the wall. The wall that made the sound here was separated from other cells, which means that the sound came from the next cell.

I have been lonely for so long, but it turns out that there is someone next to the wall.

Thinking of this, questions come one after another, so why didn’t the next door make a sound earlier?

Looking closely at this wall, there was a very special place. She leaned over to observe and found that there were many traces of Taoist strips there, which were seriously ignored in the past.

Some traces are three in parallel, some ten in intersection, with basically the same thickness, and some are slightly dark red in the remaining places.

A thought exploded in the mind, which was left by people scratching on the wall.

She began to retreat and looked at the wall in horror, where there seemed to be a pair of hands preparing to tear the wall open to her side.

After taking several steps in a row, her hands touched something soft, and her hair was about to explode in intense fear.

The most important thing is that the soft thing has temperature.

Just as she was surrounded by fear, the door of the cell rang, and the sound of a series of keys shaking made her return to the living.

She didn't know much about the time, and it was the jailer who should be coming to deliver the meal, so she looked forward to it as if she was savior.

The door slid open, and the gentle warden appeared at the door of the cell.

As soon as the door was opened, the warden was shocked, and the prisoner's face turned pale.

The twilight explained the situation: "Sir, there is something there."

The warden did not enter the door. He moved out of the room. A dark-skinned man behind him entered the door, and the man was carrying a box.

The dark-skinned man told the warden: "Sir, please close the door."

"This doesn't work. People are emotionally unstable. I can't let you have an accident."

"In my eyes, she is just a patient, she is not dangerous. Please close the door."

"Okay, I'm out there."

The warden brought the door of the cell and the light inside the room became even darker, but nothing could be seen.

The branch retreated and watched the man in front of him every move.

"Please sit down." The man said and opened the box, "I'll introduce myself. My name is Zuoke, and I'm a doctor."

"Hello, my name is Nazhi, it's a... a prisoner, you can also call me Qi91."

Dr. Zuo took out a few things from the box, a folding stool, an oil lamp and a fire bottle.

He lit the oil lamp and placed it on the box, and then sat opposite the branch. Since the folding stool was shorter than the bed, he was much worse than the branch.

The light of the oil lamp illuminates the cold cell, and many things that were originally unseen were completely renewed.

The branch filled the light, and she actually felt happy.

Doctor Zuo said disdainfully: "What is 791? Everyone has their own name. Is it easier to call a number than to call a name? Here, people can only call a name, and they must not use the so-called number."

To be honest, Nazhi didn't have a good first impression of the doctor. First of all, this person has small eyes and dark skin. More importantly, he came with the warden.

But after hearing this sentence, Nazhi felt warm and had some affection for the doctor. This was the first time she had come to this dark cell to face someone, which was a little cramped.

Doctor Zuo was generous, holding his fist on his chin, and quietly looked at the branch: "You are elegant and even if you have been treated like this, your light has not changed. I guess you are a nobleman."

"Yes, your guess is completely correct."

"I think you must have been here after an unfair trial, right?"

"You think I'm innocent, too, right? Can you tell the warden? Or..."

"I'm sorry ma'am, I'm just a doctor and I can't do anything about it."

The emotions that had just become full instantly wilted, and she felt that there was almost no hope.

At first she came to this place, she was full of confidence and thought she would be able to go out in no time. Later, she thought that her family didn't know where she was, and that someone would definitely come to save her as long as she wrote a letter. Later, she realized that she could not write any letters, so she hoped to be interrogated. As long as she was retried, she might have a chance.

Until now, she only hopes to take a shower once.

Nazhiqiang cheered up, and she felt that the doctor was quite kind and might be able to bring her letters out. This is her only hope.

But she didn't dare to believe this person rashly.

"Miss Zhi, you don't have to be so disappointed..."

"Can I go out?"

"I can't answer you this question, but you are my patient, and you can still try things that are beneficial to the patient."

The branch is like a cat, its ears are ridged and fallen, and now it is standing up again.

She asked immediately, "What kind of disease did I have?"
Chapter completed!