Chapter Eighty-Three: Everything Will Be Fine

Then, that worry turned into dissipated disapproval.

Bai Mawang also walked a few steps quickly, hugged Fan Yuwei, and quietly left Cui Mifeng, who also wanted to support Fan Yuwei, behind him.

"Why are you here?"

Hakuba asked.

Bai Mawang couldn't help but aggravate his tone, and said disapprovingly: "Why don't you rest in the tent and come out to do something?"

The foot is still bent, and I don't want it, right?

Fan Yuwei replied naturally: "I'm looking for little dumplings." One more person, one more power!"

White Horse Wang: "......"

Bai Ma Wang had a headache.

He glanced at Cui Mifeng next to him, and passed on the signal of accusation.

Cui Mifeng touched his nose and whispered to defend his innocent self: "Who can control this little demon king!"

Cui Mifeng thought to himself: You are amazing, you send her back?

Fan Yuwei glared at Cui Mifeng, who had a wind under his feet and entered the cabin first.

Bai Mawang shook his head, also hugged Fan Yuwei, leaned half of her body on his body, and followed Cui Mifeng into the wooden house.

"What is this?!"

Cui Mifeng, who had already walked inside, suddenly shouted, and there was a hint of fear in his voice.

"What's the matter, Fengzi!"

Fan Yuwei pulled Bai Mawang's sleeve and walked quickly into the wooden house.

"It's, what is it!"

In the wooden house, they could barely see their fingers, and they could only see through the flashlight in Cui Mifeng's hand that there were coffins everywhere.

The coffins were neatly arranged in the wooden house, dark and breathtaking.

There are more than a dozen of these coffins, large and small.

Fan Yuwei had never seen a coffin, and when she saw it suddenly, she couldn't stop being afraid.

Cui Mifeng, a big man, had his legs and stomach trembling a little, and only Bai Mawang stood in the middle of the two cowards, holding a flashlight, and looked at the coffins carefully.

Fan Yuwei and Cui Mifeng also followed behind Bai Mawang.

It's like two heels.

"You," Fan Yuwei asked in a low voice, in this gloomy room, she couldn't help but lower her voice, "Do you see anything?"

Fan Yuwei felt that her voice was trembling.

Cui Mifeng, who usually laughs at Fan Yuwei, didn't laugh at her for the first time.

Because, even he himself is very scared.

Cui Mifeng: Oh my God, I'm going to have a shadow on variety shows!

Minutes and seconds passed, and Hakubawang had been exploring this wooden house for a long time.

In the evening, the sunset spreads on Taichuan Mountain, which is the most beautiful moment of Taichuan Mountain, but no one can distinguish their minds and go to see this scene.

The police officer from the Taichuan Mountain jurisdiction finally rushed over in the sunset, led by Bai Mawang's classmate at the police academy - Li Xiuqi.

Li Xiuqi saw Bai Mawang's side and followed a little girl, planning to make fun of him again after this matter was over.

In the four years of the police academy, there are so many good-looking juniors and juniors, he has never taken a fancy to Bai Ma Wang, what kind of magic power does this Fan Yuwei have, which can pull down the pure heart and few desires from the altar?

He was genuinely curious.

However, Li Xiuqi still nodded at Bai Mawang, and then, in Fan Yuwei's expectant expression, he said a word of disappointment that made them all feel disappointed.

"He Jiao hasn't come back yet. ”

Everyone's hearts can't help but fall.

They had already followed He Jiao's route all the way to the place where she disappeared last, but they didn't see any of He Jiao.

Where the hell did she go.

Everyone was thinking about it at the same time.

Li Xiuqi ordered people to move these ownerless empty coffins to the bottom of the mountain, and it was getting dark, so he asked everyone to go down the mountain first, and their police would continue to search for He Jiao.

However, the way they came, the bridge, I don't know who cut it, and not only that, but there was also a boulder blocking their route out of the mountain.

"How's that okay?"

"Can't we get down?"

Poplar exposes this inexorable truth.

Li Xiuqi, who was not far away, came back after making a phone call.

"We will only go down the mountain tomorrow, everyone," Li Xiuqi put away his mobile phone, he pinched his wrist with a headache, and explained, "Now the only intersection we have out of the mountain is blocked by boulders, and the bridge has been destroyed, I have already called, and the maintenance personnel will not be able to repair it until tomorrow at the earliest." We need to make up for the night. ”

Everyone: "......"

When the police came up, they didn't expect this embarrassing scene, but fortunately they went up the mountain to the vanguard, and the number was not very large, and it was nothing to rest in the field for a night.

Li Xiuqi and the others decided to divide into two groups of people, one of them stayed near the tent to guard a few guests on the mountain, and the other continued to search for He Jiao in the mountain.

Fan Yuwei thought that Li Xiuqi was Bai Mawang's classmate after all, and it was not good to let them sleep in the wild in the middle of the night, so she divided and moved and set out two tents for them to rest.

"So," Mo Zhirong looked at Fan Yuwei, and then at Bai Ma Wang's group of big men, and asked with some confusion, "How are we going to divide the tent?"

There are still four tents left in front of them, and there are only five girls left: Mo Zhirong, Fan Yuwei, Xin Rongrong, Lu Yurui and Tan Hanyu, boys, but it is a bit much.

Bai Ma Wang, Bai Yang, Sun Haohan, Zhuang Yushu, Cui Mifeng and Jin Zi'an.

For the sake of safety, they thought that all the girls should sleep in the same tent, and they stayed outside the tent, working hard, they were all boys, not afraid of anything.

Fan Yuwei, Tan Hanyu and Mo Zhirong entered the same tent, while Xin Rongrong and Lu Yurui entered another tent.

Before entering, Bai Mawang shook his head lightly and signaled Fan Yuwei not to worry too much.

Everything will be fine.

Fan Yuwei winked at Bai Mawang.

Eleven o'clock in the evening.

Fan Yuwei listened to the even breathing sound of the two people around her, and was inexplicably a little irritable, she gently got out of the sleeping bag, took a heavy down jacket, and didn't wear it, just held it in her hand.

Fan Yuwei walked out of the tent lightly, and saw a familiar figure sitting quietly outside the tent.

Fan Yuwei walked towards that person, and lightly put on the down jacket in her hand, and the moment she pulled the zipper, Bai Mawang also turned around.

Bai Mawang was not the slightest surprised, he had long expected that Fan Yuwei would not be able to sleep tonight.

After all, she is also the one who has walked through the murder scene a few times.

Fan Yuwei: "?"