I asked, "Will that recover soon?"

The doctor said: "I can't be too sure for a few months. I need to see the patient's recovery. However, I'm not in danger of life, but the patient is still very weak. When speaking, it will cause pain in the wound. You'd better talk to her less."

I said, "Okay, thank you doctor."

The doctor is out.

The police asked me about some situation on the way. When I knew that my relationship with Bingbing was OK, I asked me to ask it, and the questions were written on paper.

I sat on the head of Bingbing's bed, looked at her, and said, "Just say less. I ask you, just say yes or no, don't say too much."

She nodded softly.

I asked, "Did you commit suicide?"

She said: "No."

I wrote it down.

Then the second question: "Did you see the murderer?"

She said: "No."

I asked the third question: "So, when you were stabbed, you didn't shout, why? They, even the people in your cell, said they didn't hear the sound."

Bingbing swallowed hard and said, "She covered my mouth, and then stabbed it."

The murderer covered Bingbing's mouth and then stopped her from making any noise. A screwdriver stabbed into her throat.

Damn, how cruel this guy is.

I asked, "Then haven't you seen her?"

She continued to say in a low and dumb voice: "She is sitting on the back, beside her pillow. I saw it, her back."

I asked hurriedly, "Who do you doubt it?"

Bingbing said, "I don't know. I can't see clearly."

I sighed and said, "Okay."

Julihua asked, "Why doesn't the murderer have fingerprints? There is no fingerprint on that screwdriver."

Bingbing said: "She wears gloves. gloves."

Julihua and I looked at each other and said, "But I didn't find the gloves!"

The police said: "This is an important evidence. Go to the cell where the crime was committed and look for it again!"

Then I asked a few more questions, but nothing was asked.

Anyway, it wasn't a suicide. Someone wanted to kill Bingbing. The man wore gloves and sat on the head of the bed, covered Bingbing's mouth, and stabbed Bingbing in the throat with a screwdriver.

I guess she thought Bingbing was dead, and then after Bingbing didn't struggle for a few times, she immediately withdrew.

The key now is to find gloves.

I asked Julihua and the police to go back and find her first, and I wanted to chat with Bingbing myself.

When I went out, I talked about this with Julihua. Julihua said, "When is it, it's so important to talk about what to do, isn't it more important to find evidence!"

I said, "I doubt that 521 knows who the murderer is, but she is always compassionate. Maybe she doesn't tell who the murderer is if she knows it. I want to ask her personally!"

Julihua said: "Are you that compassionate?"

I said, "Yes, you think that the reason why she gained the hearts of people is to be compassionate."

Zhu Lihua kicked me and left.

After Julihua and the others left, I approached Bingbing's bedside, sat down, and looked at her pale face as white as ice.

I asked, "Does it hurt?"

She said: "It doesn't hurt."

I asked, "This is too cruel. You really don't know who did it?"

She said: "I don't know."

I guess she might know, but she might not know, so I want to have a good chat with her.

I asked, "You have lost so much blood, is it because of a blood transfusion?"

Bingbing said: "The blood transfusion was over in the morning."

I said, "You almost died."

She said: "Yes."

I asked, "Will you still protect the enemy you attack in this way?"

She said, "I said, I don't know who did it."

I asked, "I really don't know?"

She said: "I really don't know."

I said, "Okay, I don't know who the female prisoner in the same cell who killed you is. Then you will always know who the mastermind behind you is going to kill you!"

Bingbing stopped talking.

She was silent.

She must have known.

I said, "It's Kang Xue, what deep hatred do you and Kang Xue have? Behind Kang Xue is Sister Cai, the eldest sister of the entire Black Clothing Gang Group. Is it right?"

She was still silent.

I said, "You are afraid that if you tell me it to others, others will cause disaster, so you dare not say it. Right?"

She was still silent.

I said, "Well, since you have made such a choice, I have no choice. I think you should leave here and leave here to a place where they can't find it. But it's very difficult. You know that they have been dealing with you, and there may be any secrets and evidence that can kill them. If you drag it down, your only result is death. They will not give up. If you die, it's nothing. If your boyfriend loses you, you will never see your boyfriend again. The chance of turning over is slim, and it's useless. You're not worth it at all."

Her tears came out, and after a long time, she said, "It's useless. Whoever tells you will be killed."

I asked, "You just don't believe that others can help you?"

She asked me, "Can you?"

It was my turn to remain silent. Even if she told me, could I help?

I almost couldn't protect myself.

If Sister Cai hadn't remembered the old love, I would have returned to the dust.

She smiled bitterly and stopped talking.

I asked a few more questions, but she ignored me.

I had no choice but to say, "Then, you should take good care of your injuries and take good care of it."

I left.

But at the moment I left, I was still worried, worried that she would be killed here.

But I'm worried, it's useless. What can I do?

Or, I will come here myself and take someone to guard it?

When I returned to prison, I called Helanting and told me about this.

Helanting said she would find someone to protect her.

I hope I can protect it.

I looked for Julihua and the others and got the news: I couldn't find the so-called gloves for crime.

The entire cell was turned over and could not be found.

Damn, if you can't find the gloves, how can you check the murderer?

I took Xu Nan and others in to search.

However, we can't find it either.

Looking at the toilet in the bathroom, I thought to myself, will I rush down?

If you rush down, you'll find a fuck.

But can gloves rush down?

I decided to give it a try. I asked Xu Nan to find a glove for me, then I went to the bathroom, stuffed the gloves into the toilet, and then rushed down. After a few strokes, the gloves rushed down easily.

Depend on!

I can really rush down!

I was depressed.

However, within a few minutes after I returned to the office, I heard Shen Yue complaining: "Why is the toilet in this bathroom blocking?"

In fact, there are only public women's bathrooms here, not men's, so I usually solve the problem and go to women's bathrooms, not women's bathrooms. There are no signs of men and women, and they are separated independently.
To be continued...