Muchuan and Xiang Wan

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On the way back, Xiang Wan was restless.

Thinking of my relatives who had just returned to Jincheng, I also thought of Bai Muchuan.

what is he doing?

Playing with her mobile phone tonight, she sat down in the back seat of the car, surfing the Internet silently.

As always, the book review section of "Murdering Man" is looking forward to the finale, and readers express their opinions.

On all major social platforms, the hottest news is still about entertainment. Netizens are the most memorable group. The smoke related to her and the impeller unwittingly dissipated. Searching for the keyword of the impeller still has a lot of posts, but there is no original heat.

There are still people who insist on waxing the impeller every day, but the number is decreasing.

Xiang Ye's words to the impeller had already been verified in a short time.

He is being forgotten.

Soon it will disappear in front of the public-

Xiang Wan thought of the impeller in the hospital at this moment and insisted on asking her to live to the finale. The unwillingness and despair in her eyes made her heart mixed.

He is not easy.

But who comes to this world and lives easily?

"Victims of the past may also become today's tyrants. This is the darkness of humanity, the darkness of retribution, the darkness of hatred. The writer is the traveler who travels through this darkness..."

A sentence from North Island suddenly appeared.

Xiang Wan sighed for the impeller and had a new idea for the finale.

She lowered her head to open the document, wrote bits and pieces in Xigang, and edited it on her mobile phone...

The windows are tightly closed, and there is not much air in the car, giving a drowsy feeling.

She was immersed in her thoughts and did not pay much attention. I wrote it, maybe it’s been a long time since I saw it on my mobile phone, and gradually, my head was dizzy and my chest was dull...

Seeing cell phone motion sickness?

Take a deep breath and close your eyes to rest.

Insomnia last night, she was a little sleepy and she fell asleep quickly.

The car drove off the high speed and she didn't wake up.

The car stopped and she did not wake up.

It was quiet all around and there was no sound at all.

He tilted his head on the chair, and the shoulder bag fell on his hand. He had loosened the strap, like a person who was ignorant—

The car door was opened.

The early spring breeze blew in with a weird smell, shaving the hair on her cheek.

She still didn't wake up.

Two beams of knives came over like a knife.

"How to do?"

"Let her sleep!"

"It's estimated that it will take an hour to wake up..."

"Wait!"

Someone was talking, she was still asleep.

Sweet dreams are like an abyss of temptation. She wanders on the edge of darkness without realizing it. She doesn’t know what she dreamed of. Her lips are raised and her face is relaxed. That sweet smile is on her beautiful face, pretty incredible.

The woman was standing outside the car with the window open, looking at her.

For a long time, for a long time, she didn't move.

Finally, he picked up a shawl and put it on her gently.

The dream of the night is like a movie.

The beautiful finale was screened one by one in the dream, and what made her most happy was that she finally typed the words "end of the book" in front of the computer. The task was unloaded, the whole body was relaxed, and the ending of tens of thousands of words made her feel that life was beautiful and complete in an instant...

It's really comfortable.

A second before opening her eyes, she was still happy.

When I realized that it was a dream, I was suddenly depressed—

Did not write, did not write a word.

however.

This is not the most frustrating.

When she woke up completely and found that in a strange place, there was a smell of strange smell in the air, and it was at least three seconds before it reacted.

She wants to go home by taxi.

This is where?

The brain crashed for a second.

"It's over!"

A groan in her heart, she observed the environment.

The car was parked in a yard with a wall around it, where scraps of used goods, plastic bags, instant noodles were discarded everywhere...like a garbage recycling bin, the strange smell that made her sick, it was like this from.

Dumpster?

Xiang Wan thought of Zhu Hong's death, and Ji Ling had a cold war.

"You are awake." The empty place, the voice of the woman caught in the breeze was extremely cold.

Turn slowly towards the night and look down from the right side of the carriage to the left.

A woman is standing behind her, her clean face is almost pale, no makeup, her gorgeous face is greatly reduced, her temperament has also changed a lot, and her eyes seem to have solid ice, which makes it impossible for you to see through at a glance...

"Don't know me?" she asked.

Xiang Wan felt a little cold in his heart, fearing that he was still in a dream, and pinched his thigh hard. In the pain, he looked directly at the woman's cold eyes again, the wave of indifference.

"Xie Wanwan?"

Xiang Wan couldn't believe it and gasped.

The woman standing in front of her is actually Xie Wanwan who the police are looking for.

"Why are you……"

Xiangyue had many questions, but before she finished, she shut up.

No need to ask.

Ask a suspect? naive.

"Come down." Xie Wanwan was lukewarm, with no trace of expression from her eyes to her face, just like the origin that never crossed with Xiang Wan. Meeting today is just a stranger. "They have been waiting for you for a long time."

Xiang Wan stared at her thin profile without moving.

The smell of air, the quiet environment like death, this is not a good place.

"Is it you?" Xiang Wan asked coldly: "The new executive of the Skywrath organization? Is it you?"

Xie Wanwan's brow frowned almost imperceptibly, and then calmed down again, "No."

Ah!

Xiang Wan sneered: "Who is that?"

Xie Wanwan didn't want to explain. He stood still in the wind, his hair flying back and forth: "You will know when you see people."

Xiang Wan coldly cheated her: "This is the purpose you brought me?"

Xie Wanwan was expressionless, "Come down, don't let them come to invite. Otherwise, you will suffer."

Who are they?

Xiang Wan was full of doubts.

But at this moment, she has lost the right to refuse.

This is an unfamiliar environment for her, not far behind Xie Wanwan, standing in a group of five big and three thick men, wearing ordinary scavenger clothes, but the face of the horizontal meat, it seems that it is not a good stubble...

Xiang Wan smiled, "Then thank you for your invitation."

When she got out of the car, she didn't see her bag and her phone was gone.

Knowing in your heart, there is no need to ask.

He followed Xie Wanwan to the only house in the yard, a place like a garbage buying station, a few dilapidated houses, which were still covered with felt on top, and they were in dilapidated condition, and the eaves were still dripping with rain overnight. Looking at it all night, my heart was so cold.

The style of the criminals' "hiding cave" is changeable, which is really unexpected...

"She is coming."

Xie Wanwan stood at the door and said softly.

The gatekeeper looked at her and knocked on the door, "Aunt Xiang."

"come in!"

What responded to him was the voice of a woman.

The man didn't speak, pushed the door open, staring fiercely into the night, "Go in!"