The time of the city

Chapter 165 Jumping into the sea

Ni Jiamu closed his eyes and squeezed out the word "OK" from the depths of his throat, seemingly in great pain.

When they arrived at the place, Mo Yu couldn't wait to get out of the car. Ni Jiamu grabbed her thin arm, put his suit jacket on her, took out a pair of slippers from under the passenger seat and asked her to put on them before letting her run to the beach.

Spring has arrived, but there is not a trace of life. The wind still hurts on my face, but it is not even one ten-thousandth as painful as it is in my heart.

Policemen in groups of two or three were surveying around the factory with walkie-talkies in hand. More people were searching on the sea in boats, and a very small number of people were diving into the seabed to look for any trace of Xiao Hecheng.

There are people everywhere, making this remote place unusually lively.

Mo Yu staggered against the wind and ran to the back of the factory. Her body was thin and frail, swaying like a reed, and could be broken by the wind at any time.

Her hair was flying in a mess, revealing the girl's pale, sickly face. Her suit jacket hung loosely on her body, offering little warmth to Mo Yu. The bruises on her slender legs were clearly visible, and the wound hidden under her pants was bleeding. The blue and white striped trouser legs were stained with patches of crimson, like flowers blooming in the darkness, a bright, poisonous red.

She faced the wind and waves, fragile and fearless. Every step she took made Ni Jiamu feel distressed.

"Mr. Ni, we have been searching for most of the day and there is no trace of her. There is no way she is alive. The police will search for one more day at most. If they still can't find her, we will close the case as death." His subordinate Lin Wei followed Ni Jiamu's gaze and looked at the girl not far away. His eyes were deep and a little sad.

He didn't know if Ni Jiamu heard what he said. When he was about to repeat himself, Ni Jiamu said calmly, "The police are not looking anymore. We will continue our search."

The sea breeze was whistling as if crying. Mo Yu walked along the winding bloody road outside the factory to the beach. The bloodstains disappeared here. She knew that this was the place where Xiao Hecheng was abandoned.

The bright red bloodstains along the way made Mo Yu so heartbroken that she could hardly breathe. Every step she took was like a knife piercing her heart, digging out her flesh and blood. Every breath she took involved her broken heart, causing her immense pain.

She squatted down and stroked the dried and mottled bloodstains on the ground. The gravel mixed with blood clots rubbed her palms. Mo Yu tried to find the trace of Xiao Hecheng still in the world.

Even though Xiao Hecheng's face was distorted with pain, he still said to her, "It's okay, Xiaoyu, I will protect you." His smile, his eyebrows, and his gentleness lingered in Mo Yu's mind.

Tears fell to the ground, mixing with Xiao Hecheng's blood. She was in so much pain, so much pain that her internal organs were cramping. The wind lifted her hair, and her eyes were desolate.

The water in the sea churned, the wind blew, and the air was filled with water vapor, smelling salty. Mo Yu stared at the sea surface. In a trance, she seemed to see Xiao Hecheng calling her from the bottom of the sea, just like in a dream, reaching out to her for help.

"Hecheng, I must save you." Mo Yu threw her coat aside with a smile, climbed over the railing by the sea, and jumped into the sea without hesitation, just like a moth that flies into the fire at night without caring about the consequences, only determined.

Ni Jiamu, who was far away, saw the figure jumping into the sea, rushed to the beach like crazy, and jumped in.

A few minutes later, Mo Yu was rescued and brought ashore. She leaned against the railing, choking on the seawater. Tears mixed with the seawater kept sliding down her face, her chest heaving violently, her breath barely taciturn. "Why did you pull me up... I almost saved He Cheng."

Ni Jiamu fell to the side, looking at the girl in front of him in disarray and sadness. His heart seemed to be tugged at, and he felt so distressed. At the same time, jealousy grew wildly in his heart like a vine. She really loved Xiao Hecheng and was willing to give up her life for him.

"Xiaoyu, how can you not even want your life? Have you ever thought about me? Can you please feel sorry for me?" Ni Jiamu placed Mo Yu's hand on his chest, his eyes moist, and he was begging for her pity.

Mo Yu felt the warmth of Ni Jiamu's chest and the frantic beating of his heart. She pulled her hand away and looked toward the sea. "But who will care for He Cheng? He must be in so much pain."

Ni Jiamu looked into those lifeless yet still beautiful eyes. He pulled Mo Yu into his arms and said, "I'll help you find Xiao Hecheng. Honey, don't leave me. I can't stand it."

The sea water hit the rocks, breaking the fragile hearts of the two people. Mo Yu fell asleep in Ni Jiamu's arms.

Ni Jiamu picked up Mo Yu and walked towards the Maybach on the roadside. He looked at Lin Wei who was following behind him and asked, "Have you found out who did it during the interrogation?" His voice was low but there was a frightening murderous look in his eyes.

"Those we caught committed suicide while we weren't paying attention. Song Fei seemed to have disappeared from the world. There's no news of her at all."

Looking at the girl sleeping restlessly in his arms, Ni Jiamu took light steps and said, "Continue to investigate. Check their families and Qiao Zhengrong as well."

At the hospital, Ni Jiamu booked the entire sixth floor as Mo Yu's exclusive treatment room. He deployed numerous bodyguards inside and outside the hospital and even hired the best psychotherapist in City A. Based on Mo Yu's behavior today, he suspected that she had a mental illness.

In the huge and luxurious castle, Nan Feng sat in front of the floor-to-ceiling window, his eyes penetrating the glass and fixed on the rows of gardenia trees outside the window.

The spring chill still lingered, the branches bare, the flowers yet to bloom. But he seemed to smell the faint scent of gardenias, as sweet as the scent on Mo Yu. It was so subtle, so captivating, and he missed her so much.

This morning, Qiao Zhengrong removed the radio from his room, completely severing his connection with the outside world. For some reason, a sense of unease slowly grew within him. He picked up the photo of him and Mo Yu in S City, his fingertips rubbing the edge of the paper. The two of them were beaming in the photo.

Nan Feng looked at the photo with an infatuated look in his eyes, which were overflowing with love. What bargaining chip could he use to exchange for the companionship between him and Mo Yu for the rest of their lives?

Feeling trapped, Nan Feng clasped his hands together and prayed to God, like a devout believer, hoping that fate would have mercy on him.

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Inside the lab, Lin Yuan clutched the drug he had developed, his eyes fixed on the accompanying experimental data. He hurriedly wiped the sweat from his forehead, his hands constantly working, repeatedly checking the data.

He looked up at the surveillance screen. Lin Xiao lay frailly on the hospital bed, her chest rising and falling weakly, like a dying flower. "The research and development was a success," he slumped into his chair, unsure whether to be happy or sad.