蝌蚪影视

Yang Haitao had two packs of cigarettes in his car and he had almost finished them. The smoke in the car was suffocating. Yang Haitao didn’t dare to persuade him, so he just drove around aimlessly.

“Do you know what car Han Yue came out in?”

it’s a Jeep with a green license plate number of sea 86597.

then let’s go to all the small hotels and take a look. If there’s a Jeep, it should be quite conspicuous.

“En, Yingluo.”

The hand holding the cigarette trembled non-stop.

Yang Haitao’s hand was free now, and he patted his shoulder. “It’ll be fine, don’t worry.”

Gu jinghang’s brows were tightly knitted together. His heart was still in pain. As time passed by, he did not know what kind of torture his ran was going through in a place where he could not see. It was driving him crazy.

However, the culprit had escaped and was hiding in a place he couldn’t see. He didn’t know where to vent his anger, and he felt extremely helpless.

The flame of the cigarette almost burned the butt of the cigarette and almost burned his fingers. He suddenly realized that he had finished another cigarette.

It was already late at night, past one o ‘clock. He stubbed out the cigarette butt and reached out to touch his face. His eyes were full of helplessness and despair. In his twenty-five years of life, this was the first time he had experienced what despair was. It was the kind of despair that he had never experienced before, even when his father was in a car accident and he could not go to college.

The car was still going around the long Street. They went to all the hotels and inns, big and small, but they found nothing.

He found nothing!

Gu jinghang punched the pillar at the entrance of the hotel. The back of his hand was immediately covered in blood. Yang Haitao was anxious.”Jing Xing, don’t be like this. Let’s continue to search, continue to search. We will find it, we will definitely find it.”

In the early hours of the morning, song ran did not dare to sleep. The incandescent lamp above her head swayed with the wind that came in through the window. The man was sitting on the sofa in front of her and was fast asleep.

She was so cold that her consciousness was scattered. She was in pain everywhere. It was so painful that she wanted to close her eyes and fall asleep.

Other than the sound of the wind, there was no other sound outside. She did not dare to sleep. While the man was asleep, she looked around the house.

The house was very old. During the day, he heard the clicking sound of the man walking up the stairs. It looked like a bungalow.

And it was a very old house.

As far as she knew, there weren’t many old bungalows in Haicheng at this age. They were all in the city, mainly distributed in Tianzifang, Jingan road, Huaihai Road, and a familiar road that was about to be demolished.

She had to wait until dawn to listen to the movements outside before making a judgment.

The process of waiting for dawn was so torturous. On a November night, she was wearing wet clothes. It was as if she had fallen into an ice hole in the winter. She was so cold that she kept shivering.

Finally, in her endless despair, she seemed to see the sky outside the window brighten up bit by bit. The East was suffused with white, just like the darkness in her heart was being driven away bit by bit.

The bungalow area was surrounded by living areas. By right, at four or five o ‘clock, there would be people carrying bags out to sell breakfast, steamed buns, Big Cakes, deep-fried dough sticks, and soy milk. The sound of people selling them would be endless. However, there was no noise at all.

It was all quiet outside, not even a dog’s barking. It was so quiet that it made people panic.