"Which hospital, I'll send a wreath."

"Others' disasters and deaths are exchanged for your success and fame, and you make me want to vomit!"

"You are a vulture for your life with blood and human flesh! You are a vulture circling in the sky waiting for the death of your prey!"

There are also Spanish French Russian Italian German Arabic, various languages...

She didn't know whether it was out of self-abuse or something, but she turned on Google to translate one by one.

"Oh my God, that man is a terrorist at first glance. Why didn't the reporter taking the photo remind the children!"

"The moment I saw the children running to ask for candy, this reporter must be eagerly waiting for the bomb to explode in the next second! Demon! I curse her to hell!"

"When I thought of the explosion, the reporter pressed the shutter excitedly and expectantly. I really hope she was killed by the bombing!"

"It was her who shot the child to death last time!"

Song Ran sat in front of the computer, mechanically flipping through comments, copying and pasting the translation, and countless remarks flowed into her eyes like water.

There were also many people who spoke and defended her, but she seemed to be unable to see them, just flipping one by one like a robot.

She even forced herself to think about it, almost hallucinating—

The moment she looked inside the room and looked out the window, did she see that the person was a demon? Why didn't she remind the group of children and ask them to run away?! Why didn't she see that the person was a demon?!

Why?!

"Ran Ran!" Xiao Qiu's voice instantly woke her up from the nightmare. She turned her head and looked with fear.

Xiaoqiu pressed her hand and smiled: "It's time to get off work. Go home."

Song Ran realized that she was shaking, her hands and feet were trembling so hard that she couldn't stop, as if she was sitting in the snow and ice wearing a T-shirt.

She pulled the corners of her mouth and said, "Has it cooled down? It feels a little cold."

"I have a lot of scarves here, you can tie them first. Go home quickly, it will be even colder later." Xiaoqiu took the mouse from her hand and turned off the computer.

It was dark at 6:00 p.m.

Song Ran wrapped in Xiaoqiu's scarf and stood in the squeaking autumn wind waiting for the bus. Her eyes were a little sore these days, and she would be tired when driving.

In mid-to-late October, the autumn was already deep. Song Ran wore a thin sweater and a tweed coat, without long pants, and felt a little cold in the soles of her feet.

The people waiting for the bus were shivering in the cold wind, with no expression on their faces.

She stood there for a long time, not knowing what she was thinking, but when she came to her senses, she found that the street lights were on. The bus display sign was flashing red in the darkness, as if it was the bus she was about to take. She stepped forward and stopped again, and found that her eyes were blurred, and she looked at 5 as 6.

She stood back on the steps, glanced across the car window, but was stunned.

She suddenly saw Li Zan, sitting by the window, looking ahead, as if she was in a daze.

The light was dim, and she didn't see clearly. She unconsciously reached out and called out: "A Zan!"

In late autumn, the bus windows were closed tightly, and he did not turn around. The car had started.

She was stunned for two seconds and hurriedly walked up: "Officer Li!"

But he still didn't look back and drove away.

Song Ran stood in the cold wind and looked at the car that was leaving, and his heart seemed to be torn off.

It must be that he didn't hear her shouting.

She got on the bus she wanted to take in in a daze. When she sat down, she heard the sound of people outside talking. It turned out that through the glass, she could hear the sound of people outside.

So, she must have read it wrong.

He must be still in the Eastern Kingdom and has not come back yet.

When Song Ran returned home, she was in a state of dismay and was exhausted. She clearly had nothing to do, but she was so tired that she couldn't stand up straight. She forced herself to eat, so she made a bowl of instant noodles.

The autumn wind was rustling outside the house, blew the trees all over the yard. She stuffed instant noodles into her mouth, and before she knew it, tears fell into her eyes one by one.

She remembered the doctor saying that her eyes were recovering and she could not cry, and then she quickly raised her head and wiped away her tears.

The author has something to say: the previous chapter was September 25th, and I wrote less than two. And I stayed for almost two months, not the whole two months.
Chapter completed!