Chapter 282

Tang poetry has a long dream.

Dream of all the people she met in her life, from the beginning, her parents and brother, the prisoners in the five-year prison, Tang Wei, Fu muzong, Su Qi, everyone in the studio, and finally stop a face.

A delicate but indifferent facial features, with a pair of eyes as dark as midnight face.

Tang Shi wants to wake up, but she has no way to control her brain. Her brain seems not to listen to her own words. She starts the command to wake up, but her brain is still in deep sleep.

I can't open my eyes.

Hands, I can't move.

She felt that she was in a vegetative state, her senses had come to life, and even occasionally, she could hear the voice outside.

But she couldn't open her eyes, couldn't see anything, repeated the nightmare again and again, and fell from the abyss.

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"what should she do in this situation?"

A week later, Bo Ye stood in Jiang Ling's office, his face was full of anxiety, the man was still bright, but his eyes were very hot, "she was in a coma for a week."

"She's recovering gradually now." Jiang Ling gives Bo Ye a cigarette. He is a doctor. He doesn't smoke at ordinary times. He only thinks about smoking when he really can't relieve pressure. It can be seen that he is not in a good mood now.

"But her brain is still in a coma." Jiang Ling smoked a cigarette, spit out the smoke, and then turned to see thin night, "old night, I tell you the truth, you do this thing is not authentic."

It's not just that these three words are not authentic.

Jiang Ling is Bo Ye's friend, so she gives him face.

Thin night did not speak, silent for a long time, lit a cigarette but did not smoke, so let it in his fingertips burning, burning, as if burning is his life.

Later, after Jiang Ling's whole cigarette was finished and Bo Ye's cigarette was burned, the two men looked up at each other again. Bo Ye spoke, but his voice was extremely hoarse -

"then you say I What am I going to do? "

"Whether Tang poetry can wake up or not, you and I have no way to decide."

Jiang Ling put out the smoke in the ashtray, "thin night, she is for you to block the attack."

Thin night didn't speak, but her eyes were scarlet.

"What happened to the fact finding in prison?"

Jiang Ling looked up, "even if there is no decisive evidence, those clues can also show the innocence of Tang poetry?"

Thin night did not speak, brain pain.

Some of him dare not think about it.

"Admit it, Bo Ye, you are wrong. You are very wrong." Jiang Ling looked at him and saw that his superior good friend had become what he was now. He didn't know how to comfort him. Maybe he shouldn't have. All these were the evils that Bo ye had done.

Yes, he was wrong, but he How to make it up?

Jiang Ling seemed to see through Bo Ye's idea and smile, with a little sadness in the smile, "old night, sometimes it's too late. The only thing you can do is to wake up Tang poetry again and then leave, far away. "

This is a euphemism. To put it bluntly, in fact, go away. The farther away from Tang poetry, the better.

If you make a mistake, you have to pay a price. But what if the first mistake is framed? Then let her bear the price of that person, also should be a thousand times to repay!

Bo Ye thought about it. Tang Shi had been in prison for five years, had been charged with murder for five years, had a little finger off his hand, and had dozens of scars on his wrist. Later, one person raised his son and lost his close relatives. All these things can be crushed to death just by carrying them out on others!

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