"Don't exaggerate! Ask him to answer the phone." Chelsea pursed her lips.
"Chelsea, why would I lie to you about this? If you don't believe me, call him. He is in a coma. How can he answer you? The two guys last night were outlaws with knives in their hands. They were ruthless. If the police hadn't come early, he would have died. I have never seen such blood."
This time, Chelsea was a little worried. She was unconscious last night and didn't know what had happened. But when she woke up in the morning, there were indeed some red dots on her sleeve. She thought it was coffee stained. Was it blood?
"Chelsea, hurry up and come over. I'm afraid he can't hold on."
As he spoke, he hung up the phone.
Chelsea called again, the line was occupied, and Russell's phone was also turned off.
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