Forbidden Game: Ruthless CEO, Please Set Me Free-Chapter 783 - 792 Farewell in Death (1)

She almost couldn’t sleep the entire night, her mind constantly replaying that video from the TV.

Thinking about those engagement photos from a few months back, and those fragmented memories, she realized that the person in the footage might really be her.

But even now, she couldn’t accept that those deaths were truly caused by her; if it were true, she could hardly forgive herself.

And at this moment, looking at the comments and accusations online, her chest felt suffocated with discomfort.

Yet ironically, she, the person involved, had enjoyed so many years of happiness and bliss, completely unaware of the harm and pain she had caused.

After browsing the news for a while, Qiao Mo decided to go to the hospital to find Qiao Dehou.

After all, he was the person she trusted the most and one of the few who knew the truth from back then.

She needed to figure things out, to understand everything thoroughly.

Instead of every time having to realize things in hindsight only after they happen to her.

She hated herself, hated being ignorant, hated that she couldn’t even control her own memories.

...

After leaving the neighborhood, Qiao Mo walked through an alley intending to catch a cab.

But it didn’t take long before she vaguely felt someone might be following her.

She stopped in her tracks and looked back.

There were few passersby, most were in a hurry, and she didn’t notice anything unusual.

She scrutinized her surroundings for a while, shook her head, wondering if she was too preoccupied lately, making her mind uneasy.

Yet after taking a few more steps forward, she still had the unsettling feeling of being followed.

Although she had no tangible evidence, it was just this feeling, as if someone was watching her.

Qiao Mo’s heart was pounding, and she stopped in front of a shop, using the transparent glass as a mirror, her gaze falling behind her.

The people behind her continued on their own way, seemingly not noticing her at all.

She exhaled softly, feeling she was being overly suspicious.

In broad daylight, how could anyone be stalking her?

Nevertheless, she quickened her pace, wanting to leave faster.

But the distance from the neighborhood to the street meant she had to pass through several narrow alleys.

There were few people on these lanes, with residential buildings on both sides and no shops.

Finally, she heard a low sound of footsteps, gradually getting closer.

Qiao Mo turned back warily, only for a large hand to suddenly reach out in front of her, holding a cloth to tightly cover her mouth.

"Mm...mm..." Qiao Mo struggled desperately, trying to call for help from her surroundings.

But the man was tall, completely enveloping her, and there were few passersby, no one noticed the commotion.

From the shadow on the ground, she could tell the attacker was brawny, with a buzz cut, and very strong.

Qiao Mo grabbed his arm, attempting to break free, scratching out bloody marks on his forearm.

But ultimately, it was futile.

Her vision began to blur, her limbs growing weak, her arms fell powerless, and the world gradually turned into darkness.

...

When Qiao Mo woke up, her eyes were covered with a black cloth, and her mouth was taped shut.

Her hands were roughly tied behind her back with coarse rope, and her entire body was jostling.

If her judgment was correct, she should be in a vehicle.

Someone seemed to sense she was awake and pressed a cold knife against her neck: "Keep quiet, I advise you not to move!"