My heart missed a beat.

I quickly protected my mask and shook my head. "No way. It seems that HIV can be transmitted through saliva!"

Sean didn't mind at all. He put a hand to my ear and said, "I'm not afraid. If that happens, we can take blockers together."

He put his hand on my waist. His hot breath spilled on my face.

I could feel it through the mask.

When he leaned over and kissed my neck, his forehead was on my mask.

It hurt!

I took a deep breath.

Sean got up in fright. "What's the matter?"

"My face hurts." I held my face with my hand and I felt wronged.

It really hurt.

Sean seemed to realize something. He looked at me seriously. "What happened?"

"..."

I was silent. I really didn't have the courage to tell Sean that I might be disfigured.

What if he knew?

I didn't know what it looked like under the bandage now.

As I hesitated, Sean's cell phone rang. He took out his cell phone and looked at it and went out to pick it up.

After about five minutes, he came back.

He was followed by a man.

The man was about 160 centimeters tall and very thin. But he should be an adult.

As soon as the man came in, he looked around. "Where is the laptop? I'll have a look."

I was stunned.

The man didn't introduce himself and wanted to take my laptop.

I thought his EQ was very low.

Sean introduced him, "he is Brian. He's a laptop expert. Show him your laptop."

"OK."

I nodded and quickly took out my laptop. Although there was no power supply, it still had some power.

I handed Brian my laptop. He quickly turned on it and glanced at several system files and asked, "where was that hidden folder then?"

"E drive."

I replied.

Brian nodded and quickly operated my laptop. Several translucent files appeared in E drive. I hadn't seen them before.

But there were no folders.

He looked at it roughly and did something I didn't understand. Finally, he pointed to an ordinary file in C drive and said, "your laptop has indeed been infected with a virus, which can download the specified file to your laptop when it is used and connected to the Internet."

"Where is it?"

I looked at the screen carefully. I felt like he was pointing to an ordinary file.

"It has been deleted. The virus is deeply hidden. The last time you turned on your laptop, the virus automatically deleted the video file and itself from your laptop. If your laptop automatically cleans up files, it will also be cleaned as a use mark. In that case, there will be no trace of the virus in your laptop."

Brian explained to me how the virus worked.

I was confused but I probably understood that the video was gone.

"Can you find out who did it?"

Sean asked Brian.

"Yes, but I need to take this laptop back."

"How long will it take?"

I looked at Brian.

I didn't care about my laptop, but we didn't have much time.

Brian thought for a moment. "It's going to take about two or three hours. But it will take me some time to get back now."

"All right." Now we could only try more.

Brian left with his laptop and Sean's phone rang again.

This time he answered the phone in the ward without going out. I heard him say, "Eric, what's up?"

Then Sean's face went bad.

His hand holding the mobile phone was slightly pale.

He didn't speak and listened to Eric.

About two minutes later Sean said, "I see. Continue the investigation. Be sure to find her!"

Hearing this, I seemed to have realized what happened.

Sure enough, Sean hung up and looked at me. "Molly has gone abroad. Although she is studying for a short time, she is abroad, so it's hard for us to find her."

I drooped my eyes slightly.

The clue was broken.

If we couldn't find her, I might end up having an abortion and taking blockers.

I didn't want to!

I didn't look happy. Sean came up to me and sat on the bed to appease me. He took me in his arms. "Don't be afraid. I've had Molly's call logs checked. I think there will be results soon. The police are looking for the black men through the surveillance video."

"I believe you."

I lowered my head. At this moment, I had no choice but to believe in Sean.

After all, if I relied on myself, let alone 24 hours, I couldn't find anything in 240 hours.

Time flied.

I sat on the bed with my hands on my stomach. When I thought of my baby in my stomach, I had both hope and despair in my heart.

Then Sean kept answering the phone.

But there was no more useful news. Molly had gone abroad so it seemed that all the clues were broken.

Sean's servant brought lunch at noon. I had no appetite at all, but I thought of the baby in my stomach.

I thought he had hope of living, so I ate all the food.

It was getting closer and closer to 24 hours.

At about 3 p.m., when I was lying in bed looking at the ceiling and feeling desperate, the door of the ward was opened, and I turned my head and saw Barton come in.

He froze when he saw Sean in the ward. Then he said to me, "Hebe has been saved, but I don't know when she will wake up."

"Thank you."

I sat up and answered.

Barton looked at me and then at his watch. He couldn't help persuading me, "you were sent here more than 10 o'clock yesterday. It's about seven hours before 24 hours. Of course, the sooner you decide, the better."

"I see."

I sat in bed and my head was numb.

What should I do?

Should I have an abortion and take a blocker?

I didn't want to.

I looked at Sean and cried.

He came to me and held me in his arms. He wiped my tears with his hands. "Don't cry. We still have time. Don't worry. My people are investigating."

"But in case..."

"No, you will be fine. Our baby will be fine."

Sean patted me on the back.

I knew he was comforting me. I didn't see or hear the black men say it, so there was no final answer.

As I cried, Sean's phone rang again. He answered the phone. When he listened, he looked more serious.