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So many people lost their lives in the accident, so many people were crying.Zhang Hengu just let the policeman of that train drive off the train at the last station.Zhang Hengu's luck is really good.

It is definitely bad luck to be hunted down, but it is definitely good luck to let the killer miss every time.

You don't believe in fate, and I don't believe in fate. Anyone can not believe in fate, but Zhang Hengu will definitely believe in fate, otherwise he would have died a long time ago.

At this time, Zhang Hengu didn't know that dozens of people's lives went to heaven or hell because of him.With boundless fear, Zhang Hengu crossed the border and returned to his hometown of the Dai Gang.

When Zhang Hengu was about to leave the house, he still thought confidently that he would have to earn at least 3 to 120 yuan for this trip to mainland China before returning, otherwise he would have no face to confess to Zhang silently.You know, Zhang Hengu is [-] worried about keeping a fairy-like wife at home.But in order to let his wife live a better life, dress better, and eat healthier, he still reluctantly left his hometown to wander outside.After leaving his hometown for more than half a year and coming back, the result is still penniless as when he left, so how can he be ashamed to see his wife?Besides, even if Zhang Momo had no objections, it would be quite embarrassing to meet the villagers in the village and ask him how much money he earned back.

If you have no face, you will lose face. Zhang Hengu also figured it out on the road, no matter how much face you have, it is better than no life.

The roads in the village are wet, and Xinguo only drives on sunny days after it rains. Walking on the cobblestone road makes a pleasant sound.Zhang Hengu thought, if his wife put on a pair of high-heeled shoes and stepped on the road at this time, and then twisted her buttocks, it must be beautiful.

It was in the evening, and the village was very quiet, and the quiet smoke made the mountain village even quieter.

A few playful children were still playing in the street, singing nursery rhymes while playing:

Dongdongqiang, Dongdongqiang, beat the big drum and wear red clothes.

Same life and death, forget Nanxiang, 300 million, one more pair.

Bang dong strong, dong dong strong...

Zhang Hengu didn't know what this nursery rhyme meant, and he wasn't in the mood to understand so many irrelevant things.He is now in a hurry to go home and sees his beloved wife Zhang Momo.

The high mountains in the distance blocked the moon, and as Zhang Hengu got closer and closer to his home, the moon also emerged from the east mountain bit by bit, blinking at Zhang Hengu, as if to tell Zhang Hengu Hate ancient what secret like.Zhang Hengu stopped, raised his head and looked at the moon, feeling a little panic in his heart, as if something was waiting for him.

Poor Zhang Hengu, it seems that someone is sighing in the dark.Zhang Hengu turned his earphones sideways to listen, but there was only Shanfeng running past him lightly, and there was no human voice at all.

Zhang Hengu's home is a small wooden house on the edge of the village, surrounded by flowing water on all sides, just like a fairyland in a picture scroll.

Zhang Hengu walked across the small bridge in front of the door and suddenly felt something strange.This scene seemed a little familiar, yet a little distant. In his memory, it seemed as if something had disappeared.

He walked quickly across the small bridge and gently pushed the concealed chaimen.

The door didn't close, it opened smoothly.

"Silence!" Zhang Hengu shouted loudly, hoping for a familiar figure to appear in front of the door.

Standing in front of the gate, Zhang Hen saw the pitch-dark private office. The two rooms that were supposed to be brightly lit were quiet, just like the mountain outside. It was dark and there was no human voice.

what happened?

Zhang Hengu yelled inwardly that he was not good, walked across the yard in three or two steps, and pushed open the door suddenly.

There is a smell of no one living in it for a long time.

Zhang Hengu touched the light switch twice.The snow-white light diffused in the room, piercing Zhang Hengu's eyes a little uncomfortable.He blocked his eyes with his hands, squinting and looking at this home that should be very familiar.He found a cloud of dust in the house, and it seemed that no one had cleaned it for a long time.Did Zhang Momo go out?Zhang Hengu yelled several times in silence, but the only answer seemed to be the whistling of the mountain wind outside.

Wife is missing!

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