Night string month regardless of other grabbed Li Re precious little ran ear is full of howl, Li Re precious little shoveled panting like a desperate two people ran towards the distance.
On the other side, Li Rexi has disappeared for more than four hours.
After Zhang Ma told the villagers that her friend was missing, the lights in the village turned on for a while, and everyone even searched the ground.
Yin Mo sent private bodyguards and guards out, but it’s hard to find a missing girl in this remote place.
What’s more, after hearing that there were people selling around here, Yin Mo sent twice as many people to pay attention to the surrounding movements, so it was more time-consuming.
A few minutes later, a wobbly watermelon cart came in from the south gate of the village. Several black bodyguards stopped him and checked for a long time before letting him pass.
"This is zha village!"
The owner of the car came to swear, and Zhang Ma hurried over and said a good soft word to comfort him. "Don’t worry, big brother. This is what happened to a friend of mine, and now everyone is looking for it."
Yin Mo came along "What’s the matter?"
Zhang Ma looked back and smiled. "This is the village next door. Mr. Wang’s family is a kind of watermelon. Every few days, he will send watermelons. This is not the case. The bodyguard strictly controls Mr. Wang’s car just now."
Yin ink nodded but saw that Mr. Wang was about sixty or seventy years old. Although his hair was gray, he still looked very tough.
That Mr. Wang unpacked the truck and handed the watermelons out one by one, and then suddenly scolded, "Hey, it’s really special today that two young people robbed a big watermelon halfway."
Zhang Ma stare blankly for a "two young people"
In the middle of Mr. Wang’s words, another bodyguard stopped a young man dressed in western style at the door. He seemed to have run in a hurry and knocked down some people. Now he is shouting from the door.
"Aye, aye, I said, don’t stop me. I’m really not a bad guy. I’m going in."
Yin ink looked down the sound and suddenly raised my hand to signal the bodyguard to stop.
Looking at the famous brand in front of the man in the suit, he looked indifferent and asked, "Are you Zhao Zhe’s agent who just called me?"
V Chapter two hundred and twenty-seven Road meets the night god! (4)
"You must be Yin Dong."
When I saw that I was recognized, Zhao Zhe glanced at the two bodyguards behind him with excitement and quickly asked, "My family is not in trouble on your side, is it?"
After the two bodyguards at the entrance of the village continued to check, Yin Mo said faintly, "I just wanted to tell you that your artist didn’t come because he disappeared with Xiaoxi."
"What what?" Zhao Zhe opened his eyes wide in astonishment and plopped down on the ground. "Yin Dong, don’t joke. It’s not funny."
If a man is lost, what will he give to Sheng Huaqi, a living night goddess?
Yin Mo raised his eyebrows and looked at the village as if it were censored. "Can’t you see the situation around here? You didn’t touch the security police when you first came over."
Zhao Zhe wiped his cold sweat and got up. "What should we do now? Is there any news?"
Zhang Ma suddenly went over and looked at her eyes. She was busy dividing watermelons. Mr. Wang just shook her head. "There is no news at all. Lotus Hill said it’s not a big deal, but if you really want to find a little girl, it’s really not a simple matter."
Zhao Zhe grabbed Yin Mo’s hand. "Li Re can’t find the string moon that night? Can’t my family find the string moon that night?"
Yin Mo frowned. "If the two of them are missing together, it is ok to find one of them, but if they are separated, you will have to bother to inform Shenghuaqi to send someone to help find it."
Zhao Zhe turned pale. How dare he tell Shenghuaqi the news? It must not be skinned.
When Mr. Wang finished distributing watermelons, he suddenly shouted in the truck, "Hey, how come this place has an extra hundred dollars? It’s a shame to take my watermelon with two rabbits."
Zhang Ma went over and asked curiously, "Who took Mr. Wang’s watermelon from your house? There are not many young people around here who are not sister Wang’s family."
Mr. Wang shook his head. "No, it’s a young couple. I think it’s a college student visiting."
I lost a watermelon in exchange for a hundred dollars. Brother Wang was satisfied with the money. Zhao Zhe raised his mobile phone for three steps and did two steps to spread the screen photos in front of his eyes.
"Mr. Wang, do you think lovers look like this?"
"Let me see." Mr. Wang picked up his mobile phone and squinted carefully, then shook his head. "Not so delicate, but he looks like me. I see that boy is clean in vain."
Yin Mo faintly said, "Zhao Zhe showed him photos that have not been repaired."
Zhao Zhe bowed his head and rummaged for a long time before handing it to Mr. Wang. "Then you can see if this is him."
Mr. Wang nodded. "There’s a little girl with a ponytail. The little girl looks pretty. They seem to be going somewhere."
He locked his eyebrows tightly and carefully recalled that Yin Mo took out his mobile phone and turned to Li Re’s photo and handed it to him. "Is this girl tall, thin and white, wearing light blue denim shorts and a white T-shirt?"
Mr. Wang nodded and then hesitated to touch the bar. "They seem to be going to the old house in our village that has been abandoned for more than ten years across the stone bridge."
Zhang Ma immediately froze when she heard it.
She is worried about looking at Yin Mo’s side face but seeing that Yin Mo didn’t speak. She glanced at Zhao Zhe’s turning car. "Night string month agent, you come with me to leave things to you in Zhangma Village. If you encounter a little bit, you should carefully check if Xiao Xi is injured."
Zhao Zhe muttered, "What about my moon at night?"
Yin Mo gave him a cold look, and the sound was gloomy and terrible. "I’ll take care of my wife in your house, and I’ll go to Shenghuaqi to find someone to take care of it. If you don’t want to tell Shenghuaqi, then you can stop by car and come with me."
Lu Zhao Zhe looked at Yin Mo’s side face for half a day and then hesitated to say
"I met your wife in a big courtyard in the east. At that time, the moon was photographed by paparazzi. I was busy going back to A city to deal with this matter, but the little one didn’t listen to me and wouldn’t come with me. I just tried to ask your wife to take him back for a while."
But Zhao Zhe didn’t expect this Li Re precious little and night string month would be missing reason also don’t know what it is.
Yin ink face rain or shine uncertain Zhao Zhe with a life to find the night string on the small accounts that just shut up and dare not mouth again.
It took a long time for Yin Mo to say, "Little Cherish doesn’t know the way here. It should be the first time to come to this couple. I’m afraid it won’t happen if they get lost."
Zhao Zhe hurriedly explained, "Well, my family should be familiar with this place. He came here today to refuse to order a young marriage Yin Dong when he was a child. You are also an insider. You should have heard about the scandal that the night goddess has a mysterious wife recently."
Although this scandal was suppressed, it is not difficult to know the news according to the forces of Yin and Mo.
Who knows that Yin Mo frowned "I didn’t note"
Zhao Zheyan accepted his fate and hung his head. "Alas, it’s all my fault. If I hadn’t asked Mrs. Yin to take the night string moon back, this wouldn’t have happened."
Yin ink am utterly confused at the moment where have the mood to listen to Zhao Zhe nonsense?
He pulled over to the side of the road with a sharp turn and locked it before facing the car with himself. Zhao Zhe said, "There should be Yin’s private bodyguards and guards around. Please go to your person and come back to me if you have any questions."
Zhao Zhe looked up but saw a broken stone bridge in front of him. He frowned and wondered, "Coco, this Yin Dong, this road is broken."
Yin Mo glanced at him coldly and walked away without looking up. "Then you won’t find a way to get in yourself?"
Zhao Zhe one leng low head dare not speak.