Lou, pass by Huang Dan.
Huang Dan turned his head, "Aren't you going to the studio?"
Shen Liang didn't turn his head, he was already walking towards the stairs, "No."
Huang Dan caught up with him, "Lin Mao didn't go either."
Shen Liang turned his head sideways, "I'm going to copy gouache in the room this afternoon, not sleep."
Huang Dan said, "I didn't mean that. I wanted you to visit Lin Mao later. Sleeping too long is not good for your health."
Shen Liang looked over like a doctor, "I don't have that spare time."
Huang Dan's brows moved, and he didn't say more until the other party heard it.
On the third floor, Shen Liang stopped at the door of the room facing the stairs, and he reached out and patted the door, "Lin Mao."
There was a snoring sound inside, and he twitched his mouth, taking care of it lazily.
I don't know how long it took, Lin Mao's consciousness was dizzy, he heard a voice, very close, as if someone was lying on his pillow, put his mouth to his ear, and shouted "Quick! Get up" "Get up quickly".
The voice was very anxious, and even showed a trace of concern, who wanted to wake him up
Lin Mao opened his eyes slowly, and his consciousness became a little clearer. He found that he had difficulty breathing, his body was limp, and his hands and feet could not exert much strength, and he was dying of discomfort.
What's with the smell in the room? Isn't the stove turned off? I've clearly seen it.
When people are about to die, they have feelings. Lin Mao felt that way now. He knew that he had inhaled a lot of carbon monoxide and unknowingly fell asleep.
So sad.
If the voice hadn't woken him up, he might never have woken up.
Although Lin Mao's mind became sluggish, he also knew that it was the voice that saved him. His back fell back just an inch or two away from the sheets. No, I can't die, just go out.
Yes, go out, as long as you go out, you'll be fine.
Get out, I must get out!
Lin Mao struggled to get up, he staggered a few steps before falling to the ground.
When Lin Mao climbed to the door, he held it up a little bit and opened it, the air from the outside rushed into his nose, he felt a little better, and couldn't help crying bitterly.
It's okay, I'm not going to die, I'm not going to die.
At this moment, Huang Dan came back from the vegetable market, carrying bags in his left and right hands. He climbed to the second floor and saw Lin Mao lying on the railing, "What's the matter with you?"
Lin Mao coughed uncomfortably, all his weight was on the railing, he breathed with his mouth wide open, and said weakly, "Damn, I almost died in the carbon monoxide, if you hadn't called me..."
As soon as his voice stopped, he said blankly, "No, didn't you just come back? Then who was calling me over and over in my ear, telling me to get up quickly?"
"Tell you, it wasn't the voice that woke me up today, I'm really about to die."
Lin Mao's face was full of joy, and he whispered to himself, "Who is it... Who is calling me... "
Seeing that Lin Mao was still alive, Huang Dan couldn't help but breathe a sigh of relief. No matter what, the person didn't die, and things would turn around.
But who is calling Lin Mao
Could it be that Lin Mao had hallucinations
Huang Dan quickly climbed up, and when he looked up at Lin Mao again, the bag in his hand suddenly fell to the ground, and a strong unease hit him.
I saw Lin Mao's eyes wide open, his arms pointed directly under his hands, and he seemed to see something that shocked him. He tried hard to see the thing, and his body gradually leaned out of the railing.
"Boom—"
Huang Dan rushed over, not even a hair on Lin Mao's clothes. He heard a sound from downstairs, which was Lin Mao's fall.
Someone shouted downstairs, and there was a lot of noise.
Lin Mao is dead.
Huang Dan stuck his head out of the railing, he looked at Lin Mao in the pool of blood, and Lin Mao was also looking at him.
At this moment, the words that Lin Mao said appeared in Huang Dan's mind. He rushed into the room, almost gasping for breath caused by the pungent smell.
There is no one in the room.
The teapot on the stove was dry, the bottom was not closed tightly, there was a small gap, and the window was closed.
Without taking a closer look, Huang Dan stepped back and went out. He looked down again, Lin Mao was still looking at him, his eyes staring straight.
Huang Dan's breath is disordered, is that voice saving Lin Mao or harming him
Chapter 76 They Have No Face
Most of the houses in this area are old houses, which will be demolished in a few years, exuding a rotten smell. The landlords are a group of people at the bottom of the society. They rely on rent to make a living.