Chapter 778 Some of the Memories Are Death!

Qi Mo nodded: "Then you have to make sure that people don't leave my sight for a while, I don't want to, I can't find anyone!"

Tang Jinyu didn't answer, but turned around and walked directly towards the door.

After receiving too much information in one night, he felt a little confused at the moment, but he knew that the reason for the confusion was because all of these things had something to do with Jian Qi.

In the riot that Qi Mo mentioned, what happened to Jian Qi?

Is it the same unbearable and painful?

Otherwise, in the car, she would not feel powerless, desperate or even extremely sad and painful.

Tang Jinyu came out and walked directly towards Jian Qi's room, raising his hand to knock on the door, but his hand was stiff in the air and did not fall down.

He maintained this posture for a long time.

It wasn't until his arm felt a little sour that he slowly put it down.

Inside the house, he doesn't know how that woman is now?

But he knew that she must be unable to sleep because of Qi Mo's words tonight.

After standing for a while, Tang Jinyu turned and walked towards his room.

In the room, it was pitch dark. Jian Qi sat quietly by the floor-to-ceiling window, staring at the scenery outside the window.

It's been a long time since it's been so quiet.

It was as if the sound of needles hitting the ground could be heard all around.

Her room is facing the back garden. The garden is full of colored lights and scattered among the flowers, so beautiful that it makes people feel like a dream castle.

In fact, this is a beautiful castle.

But in such a beautiful place, Jian Qi found that she seemed to be unable to appreciate its beauty at the moment.

Even at this moment, in front of her eyes, all she sees is black and white.

Those past did not disappear, but seemed to appear in front of her eyes.

It even made her breathless.

Jian Qi lowered her head and buried it deeply in her arms, curling up into a ball.

All I remember is death!

All that surrounds her is the breath of blood and death, as if to annihilate her.

Jian Qi hugged herself tightly, and her body trembled a little. At that moment, she seemed to have lost all her strength and shell, and was so fragile that she was vulnerable.

And like her, no one knows.

Tang Jinyu sat quietly at the table with a computer in front of him.

At this moment, he is watching what happened in a small town in Mexico eighteen years ago.

He wants to know everything about her, wants to understand clearly.

He wanted to know what happened to her?

I want to know the reason why she suddenly decided to leave.

None of the three slept that night.

When the first ray of sunlight came in, Tang Jinyu couldn't help raising his hand to rub his temples, with dark circles under his eyes.

What happened 18 years ago was handled privately by people on the counter-terrorism side. He asked someone to decipher it last night, and digesting those materials made Tang Jinyu's head hurt a little at the moment.

What Qi Mo said were just some of the situations he saw at the time, and the riot was actually even more terrifying than what Qi Mo said.

Tang Jinyu couldn't imagine how Jian Qi had survived in such a riot.

Thinking of this, he stood up, went into the bathroom, and washed out in three minutes.

Go directly to the door.

He came to the door of Jian Qi's room again.

He raised his hand and knocked on the door, but there was no response.