Countless black-clad bodyguards searched in the woods.

Yesterday it was raining and snowing for a day, and the tide in the forest was difficult to dissipate. A layer of fog floated above, blocking people's sight.

The lower the temperature in the forest, Mu Yeqin was wearing a cotton jacket and shivered when he came in, and his heart became even more anxious.

Fu Shiyun's voice echoed in his ears: "Yeqin, no, will she run out?"

A small monitor was flying in the air. On each screen, there was a situation in every part of the forest, and they saw no one.

Mu Yeqin's eyes were red all the time, "A Yun, you are mainly responsible for the outside, so I will leave it to me in the forest."

"good."

On the wide and straight road, the slender figure staggered forward. The road surface was cold and hard, and the flesh and blood were stuck together. The flesh and blood were torn off. The old wounds had not healed and new wounds were piled up.

There was no perfect place for her feet, and the footprints left on the road were not complete, and they were all dyed red by newly torn flesh.

On the first day, Mu Yeqin did not find her.

The next day, Mu Yeqin discovered the mottled blood on the road. He remembered the bloody footprints in the forest, squatted on the ground, covered his heart and took a long time to relax.

On the third day, he found her, but in a flash, the news broke again...

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"Sir, the test results are out. Do you know whose blood is it?"

"Speak quickly, don't keep it aside," Si Jin stared at the police officer in a white coat in front of him.

The police officer said: "Hu Yaohong's daughter."

He held a document in his hand, and Si Jin took it and flipped it.

This is the test result, which shows two groups of DNA maps, one group is pronounced and the other group is Hu Yaohong's missing daughter.

The factory owner in Nancheng was mysteriously bombed to death in the police station.

This blood was collected on the broken mirror in Nian Bai's family.

The handwriting on the mirror was cast in blood. At that time, she was injured when she was hitting the mirror. Her blood covered the blood on the mirror. The police easily detected two sets of DNA maps.

"Hu Yaohong's daughter..."

Si Jin murmured, turned his head and looked at the small whiteboard with a bunch of photos. On it, there were Hu Yaohong, Falun, and Feng Ruyan...

He used whiteboard strokes to connect these people with the outline of the human figure in the middle.

It was just a contour circled with lines, without facial features, and a question mark was placed next to it.

Si Jin's eyes seemed to burn the outline through, and then murmured: "You left the word, did you make all this?"

"Sir, it's not good-" A young policeman ran in a hurry, forgot to knock on the door, "There was news from the Interpol that the daughter of the Fu family in the Shangcheng City was missing, and the Bai family,

Said he was killed, he was killed..."

The policeman bite the last few words very lightly and said in a panic.

Si Jin was beating his heart when he heard this, staring at him, "Destroy the family? No one survived?"

The young policeman nodded and shook his head, "I heard that it seems that the young master of the Bai family escaped and fled to Zihai City, but now he can't find anyone."

"Sir, Interpol hopes you..."

"I understand," Si Jin raised his hand to interrupt him, "Give instructions, Mr. Bai, be sure to find it."

If you can't find it, you have to find it.

"yes."

Snowflakes floated in the sky, scattering. The hair of the man curled in the corner covered his face, and the broken skirt could not cover his feet. Her barefoot was exposed in the snow, black, blue and red.

She shivered through the gaps in her hair, looking at the pedestrians coming and going on the road. Some of them bent down and put two bills in front of her feet.

She thought they were going to do something, and she was so scared that she shrank back.

Staring at the two bills dullly, she seemed to have no idea what they were, watching them gently blown by the wind, getting farther and farther away from her.

It took her a long time to react. She tilted her head left and right, looked up slightly, and accidentally met the fierce eyes of the two fierce gods. She was shocked and almost screamed, shrinking into the corner even more violently.

She watched the ticket float further and further away...

She secretly raised her head and found that the fierce gaze was gone, and no one noticed her again, so she dared to climb out and pick it up.

Unexpectedly, two beggars ran over and snatched her money away.

She pouted angrily, "Bad man, why should I steal my stuff?"

Someone put two more bills, and she opened her mouth, a good person...

This time she quickly picked up the things left by the good man to avoid being stolen. The fragrance of steamed buns came across the street, and she followed the smell and went there.

"The steamed bun, the fragrant big steamed bun..."

The boss was shouting, and two bills came to his eyes, and the snowflakes fell on it and melted.

The boss was stunned. The person in front of him lowered his head and his hair was messy. He couldn't see her face clearly. He was wearing a work clothes full of holes on his upper body, which could not block the wind and cold.

This was picked up by her on the road.

The skirt is to the knees, the legs are bare, and the feet are bare...

"Oh," the boss saw that she was pitiful and did not ask for money, so he packed her four big steamed buns.

A little girl grabbed her clothes. She looked over and the little girl smiled sweetly at her, holding a big roasted sweet potato in her hand and handed it to her.

Little girl selling roasted sweet potatoes.

She bowed to both the boss and the little girl, took the thing and left.

The snow was getting heavier. In the narrow alley where she was uninhabited, she sat on the ground against the wall, eating steamed buns with a bottle of unwritten mineral water at her feet, which she just bought at the convenience store.

The wounds all over her body were so painful, but she seemed to be unable to feel them, and she kept giving something to her mouth.

As if she heard something flying above her head, she looked up and a silver little thing similar to a mosquito buzzed in front of her. She was shocked, sir?

Hide, Hide...

He can't find her, see him, and hurt him...

She stood up in panic and ran out. The sweet potato on her legs fell to the ground. She forgot to bring the water. She held the steamed bun in her arms, tripped under her feet, and threw it forward. The steamed bun rolled out several steps away.

She got up again, didn't care about anything, and ran out.

This scene fell into the eyes of the man behind the screen, and his heart was filled with a ball.

She ran away, and the ability to hide seemed to be innate. In a blink of an eye, her husband could not find her again.

This has always been the case these days, and her news has been intermittent, touching Mu Yeqin's heart.

He was driving here in a long sea of ​​people, looking at the car display screen from time to time, and her figure disappeared inside.

Looking out the window, his eyelashes trembled, and he sucked his nose heavily, his eyes flushed red.

She successfully avoided the nearby bodyguard and disappeared under his nose again.

It was nightfall again, and the department store was crowded with people. The figure in the toilet compartment hugged her knees and hugged her chest tightly.

Her stomach was roaring, and time passed by minute by minute. When she couldn't stand it, she secretly opened the door.
Chapter completed!