The cold air is as quiet as water, and no one dares to expose it.

Outside the window, the moonlight is getting thicker, and it is already deep winter.

...

The next day, when everyone rushed to the hospital ward, they found that Ji Yicheng and Jing Qingge were awake. Ji Yicheng was terriblely quiet, and Jing Qingge was terriblely quiet until Leng Mofeng came over.

"Uncle Ji, sorry, I still have some questions to ask Mr. Ji."

Ji San Shao's eyes were cold and cold, "It should be."

In the ward, everyone went out, only Ji Yicheng and Leng Mofeng were left.

"Did you have no impression of what happened that night?" Leng Mofeng asked.

Ji Yicheng looked dazed, and his scarred hands penetrated deeply into his short and broken hair. The proud tone of always giving orders was trembling, and the blue and black under his eyelids added a bit of pity and decadence.

"...I only remember after the video with Ye Da was disconnected, and then I woke up and was in my father-in-law's room. Nothing else remembered..."

Leng Mofeng was cold and calm, and silent for a while.

Suddenly, Ji Yicheng suddenly raised his eyes, his shrinking pupils widened, "Caller!"

"Recording pen?" Leng Mofeng was shocked, "What recorder!"

"I have a black pen in my pocket, which is a recorder!" Ji Yicheng's stiff voice was almost tense to the limit. Since he became ten last time, he has carried the recorder with him, afraid that something would happen.

"I'll send someone back to the bureau to get it right away!" Leng Mofeng called quickly, and soon someone sent the recorder.

Ji Yicheng's palm couldn't help but tremble. Suddenly, he tightened his strength, and grabbed the black pen in his palm tightly. His turbid eyes flashed even more messyly, and he prayed more humbly in his heart.

God, please, he has never believed in gods in his life, but when he met Jing Qingge, he thought God had finally pleaded with him. Seeing him struggling in a dark and dark corner, he was finally redeemed. Please, don’t do such cruel things, this is his last hope...

...

"Pu" and as the pen cap pressed by the pen, recordings continued to be heard from inside, Ji Yicheng also subconsciously held his breath.

Back when the incident happened that night, Ji Yicheng almost had a sudden heart.

There was no sound in the recorder for a long time until the inaudible rustling sound that was made with the rotation of the door handle.

But in the next second---

"Yi Cheng, you..." A scream came out, and the shock and fear at that time could be heard in the trembling tone.

However, before he finished speaking, "Bang! Bang!" Two cold gunfire sounds pierced the eardrums ruthlessly!

It was at this moment that he seemed to hear the verdict from Hell Death God, Ji Yicheng, you have no way to live!

The exclamation in the recorder was the voice of Jing's mother, and it was his name. So, it was him who really shot Jing's father and mother, it was him...

Ji Yicheng's dark pupils slowly surged up, as if his eyes were pierced, bloodshot, and his pale face was unprecedentedly desperate, so shrill that he died.

"Puff..." Suddenly, a surging and fishy throat splattered out suddenly, splashing around the white bed sheets, extremely strange.

From then on, he was sent to the eighteen levels of hell and had no other way of life...
Chapter completed!