Captain an had seen this photo countless times. He could remember every detail in the photo with his eyes closed, but when he saw nurse Lin's photo again, he still pursed his lips tightly.
He remained silent in the driver's seat for a long time, then he let out a long sigh.
Song qingxiao's eyes stayed on the photo for a few seconds, but she remembered the scene when she was killed.
If she hadn't accidentally entered God's trial before she died that night, she might have died the same way as nurse Lin.
He was leaning against the corner of the wall with his head hanging down, revealing the wound on his neck, waiting to be discovered the next day.
As she thought of this, she felt a dull pain on the side of her neck, as if she was recalling the feeling of the chill that enveloped her whole body when the knife was stabbed in her throat that day.
