Shuang Lang blocked Han Mo.

It's just midnight that I think back to his face and the paintings in his study. Those portraits are very similar to Tang Xiaoxiao's appearance, which makes her only feel that her sister has a deep affection for him.

She was lying on Tang Xiaoxiao's bed, covered with a quilt with no body temperature. I was in a panic until twelve o'clock, and the phone suddenly vibrate.

When I picked it up, it was WeChat sent by Zhang Bingwen.

"Shuanglang, I know you're having a hard time, so I haven't bothered you for the past few days. I care about you, but I don't know how to express my feelings. I'm afraid I'll put too much pressure on you at this time, but please know that I'm always there for you. Happy birthday, Shuanglang. Tomorrow, allow me to take you out for a walk. ”

Zhang Bingwen sent a long text, which made Meng Shu's heart warm.

Han Mo blessed and apologized for the text messages that followed.

But she ignored it.

Soon the phone rang.

Han Mo is a person who doesn't use the phone to attack in turns, as long as you don't answer, he won't call a second time in half a day. But today, it's phone call after call.

Shuanglang was reluctant, but his heart was tight, and he felt that there was something urgent, so he still answered.

A very low voice: "Hello?"

Han Mo's tone was still the same, "Shuanglang, are you okay?"

"I'm fine, I'll hang up first if there's nothing to do. ”

Han Mo paused, and then said, "Something." I went to the hospital yesterday, and Tang Xiaoxiao's body was taken away by her family. Is that you?"

Shuanglang's vague mind instantly sobered up: "No." ”

Han Mo: "It's strange, who would pretend to be a family member to receive it on their behalf." Also, the policeman can't get through to your phone, so I'll call back first. ”

"How?"

Han Mo's voice was full of doubt: "It's indeed drunk driving, and the vehicle's brakes are out of order." ”

Shuang Lang sighed in the darkness.

"But......" his voice deepened, "I found out that the driver had actually just taken his driver's license, and he had bought a cheap second-hand car to transport goods on the road." It was his first time driving, and he had an accident before he knew it. ”

Shuang Lang understood what he meant. Novices are generally very cautious on the road, how can they still drink and drive?

"However, Xiaoxiao is just an ordinary girl. ”

Han Mo: "I know what you mean. The driver was still in debt, and originally opened a small supermarket, but later the supermarket closed down because of selling sick pork, and he still owed 100,000 yuan. The wife at home was sick and had no money for treatment, so she was pulled home from the hospital and hung for her life with the cheapest medicine. ”

His tone was calm.

Shuang Lang said, "Han Mo, what do you mean. She thought it was ridiculous, everyone was smart and could hear the meaning behind it. It is estimated that Han Mo couldn't accept Tang Xiaoxiao's sudden death, so he was suspicious everywhere.

"Shuanglang. He frowned.

Shuanglang: "What kind of nerves do you have!"

Han Mo wasn't angry, "I just said that big truck. The brakes are also broken. ”

Quiet at night.

Han Mo's words were repeated in her mind over and over again.

Could it be that someone deliberately murdered?

Who did Xiaoxiao provoke?

She listened, trying to calm her unprovoked anger. The sadness had soaked her parched heart, and at this moment, she needed to lean on her shoulder and tell her that it would pass.

However, she has no support at this time.

She was a little tired, and she couldn't let go of her nervous nerves, and she was breathing heavily.

Han Mo knew that she was a little tired: "I won't bother you with nothing." Tomorrow the hospital will call me back, and I will call you tomorrow to tell you about Xiaoxiao's body. As a family member, you will definitely have to come forward in person for many things. Her adoptive parents have taken their biological brother abroad and have not yet been contacted. ”

She nodded, "I'll take it." ”

"That's good. It's not early, you go to sleep. ”

"Good. ”

Han Mo: "Good night." ”

The phone was hung up by Shuanglang, and she ate a bag of sleeping powder and wrapped the quilt tightly.

When I woke up, there was already a string of missed calls on my mobile phone, but there was no Han Mo, only Zhang Bingwen alone. She suddenly came to her senses and dialed back.

The second answer on the other end of the phone was: "Where have you been? Why did you answer my phone?"

The tone sounded very angry and anxious. Shuang Lang was stunned for a moment, and whispered: "I'm sorry." ”

Zhang Bingwen immediately reflected his attitude, and his tone instantly softened: "I'm sorry." I was in a hurry just now, I didn't get through the phone in the morning, and you've been in a bad mood lately. I care too much about you. Okay, I'll show you around today. Shuanglang, your sister also hopes that you are doing well. Right?"

This reminded her a little, and asked rhetorically, "Do you know Xiaoxiao?"

Zhang Bingwen was stunned for a moment, and the other end of the phone seemed to be thinking. "Lang, wait a while, I'll tell you later, okay. I don't want to lie to you. ”

"Good. ”

"Fifteen minutes downstairs for you. ”

Zhang Bingwen didn't think of why Shuanglang would ask this question, it stands to reason that she did it seamlessly, how could she know that she and Tang Xiaoxiao originally knew each other.

Tang Xiaoxiao has the habit of deleting mobile phone records, except for Han Mo's, she will not keep any of them, so it is absolutely impossible for Shuanglang to find out. Zhang Bingwen needs to make up a credible reason for himself.

Today, as long as it is past today, he no longer has to worry about this matter.

Zhang Bingwen looked downstairs at the apartment where Shuanglang lived, and a weird smile appeared on the corner of his mouth.

The text message popped up: "The bank remittance of 56,000 yuan has been received; ”

He deleted the text messages and straightened up to see her.

Along the way, Shuanglang didn't say much, and looked at the scenery outside the window. The news on the radio reported the sordid incident of trafficking in corpses in the village.

"Where are you going?"

Seeing the car driving all the way up the highway, Shuanglang was in a trance.

Zhang Bingwen concentrated on driving and smiled gently, "Go and relax, and look at the mountains and rivers." ”

"Don't go too far, I'll go back in the evening. She thought about her sister's apartment, and it seemed that only there could she find solace.

Zhang Bingwen: "You drink saliva and rest and rest." You see, I bought you my favorite milk tea, and the straws were all plugged in for you. I bought it after half an hour of shooting, and the limited edition was the last one of the day. Sweets can make people feel good. ”

Shuanglang took the milk tea and melted it in his mouth. She took a big sip and tasted it, and suddenly felt a little sleepy, probably because she hadn't slept well recently, and her eyes were groggy.

Zhang Bingwen saw that she had fallen asleep with her head on her side, found a hidden corner of the rest stop, took out a handcuff from the back row, and locked Shuanglang's hands on the seat with a "click", and tied her feet together.

He put on a mask for her, which was soaked in sleeping drugs. The car sped all the way, from day to night, nearly 9 hours away, and it was like a doping ride. Shuanglang didn't wake up halfway, and he didn't notice anything unusual.

Only the mobile phone shook and shook non-stop.

When Zhang Bingwen saw it, he threw it casually and threw it out of the car window.