Please Love Me, Mr. George novel Chapter 585

Realizing that he might want to take me away, I couldn't help but clench my hands and poke my palms with my fingertips to stay conscious.

It didn't take long for the elevator doors to open and he picked me up directly, bumping me along the way. I originally thought I would be thrown into the car and taken to some dark room to be finally interrogated, as had happened.

But when a strong cold air came towards me, I was frozen awake for a few minutes.

The weather in September, although cold, but not so cold that the bones can feel this cold, this cold almost below ZERO.

A word suddenly popped into my head, "Morgue!"

At the bottom of the elevator, not only the parking lot, but also the morgue.

Moreover, this is a hospital, the temperature in the parking lot can't be any lower than zero.

Under the stimulation of the cold, I found some consciousness, opened my eyes, could not help but fight a cold war, surrounded by a blanket of white, the morgue also placed on the corpse that did not enter the cabinet, covered with a white cloth.

I was removed from the man's shoulders, and then heard the sound of ice moving.

A few seconds later, I felt like I was put into a container that was extraordinarily cold.

With a creaking sound, I was pushed into a confined space now.

What was left of my sanity and information told me that I had been put into a colder place, a cooler for corpses.

Out of my body's instinctive desire to survive, my body began to want to help, but even so, I could only raise my hand to touch the edge of the freezer, no strength to hit, or even make a sound.

The fear of death began to spread through all the nerves in my body, and I knew that if no one came to save me, I would die, and that no one would know for a long time after my death.

But who, in the end, hated me so much that they had to go this far?

I thought about all the people around me and could never find the answer.

The body has already started the most primitive reaction, the shivering reaction that is sent out when it receives cryogenic stimulation, but the magnitude is not large.

All I could feel was the rhythm of the blood starting to slow down.

It was ridiculous.

How I never thought I would end up dying in this way.

Olivia's several calculating threats, Luna's ruthlessness and poison, Zuy's escape from death, all these past, I did not die.

But in the end, I was killed in this extremely simple and immovable way.

I really did not dream of it.

I need to see Clariana, I have not explained to her why I suddenly left without saying goodbye, have not given her a good hug and told her that no matter what happens to me, she must grow up well and happily.

I haven't visited Folly's children, I haven't called Samuel and Luna a mom and dad, I haven't cooked a meal for them, I haven't told them that I don't actually resent them.

I haven't told Dennis that I actually really, really love him, I haven't told him that I actually really want to give him a child, I haven't told him that I'm actually really looking forward to us having a big wedding.

I still have too much, too many things left to do, I don't want to die yet, I don't want to freeze to death.