He Wan'er had already followed the instructions of the text message and came to a low building.

It looked like the exit of a parking lot in the park, and two or three staff members were clearing branches.

Not far away, there is an old man who is slowly sweeping the fallen leaves.

It's not too early or too late, and there aren't many people visiting the park at this time, but it's not a lot.

She was at ease. In public places, people come and go, and there must be no danger.

It's just a chapter, why is it a chapter!

He Wan'er was anxious in his heart - these people had already killed Gu Nian, and now they were going to attack Hanzhang again.

How could she be so careless? She thought that Hanzhang would be fine when she returned to Shanghai, but she thought that after all, it was an international metropolis, and the security would be much better than that of a mountain city.

But selectively forgot who the Shanghai market was.

He Wan'er was annoyed and anxious. She stood still waiting for the next text message, but her phone rang.

It's Lu Hanzhang's number again.

Her face changed, and she was busy picking it up, but she heard a rough and hoarse voice on her phone: "Turn around, look up, and see if there is anything from your sister in the tree in front of you?"

He Wan'er was in a mess, and couldn't help but do what he said - but, in the next second, she saw clearly that the big banyan tree in front of her was clean and there was nothing.

"Oops!" she screamed to herself, the hairs on the back of her neck standing on end.

She knew that someone was approaching quickly, and even felt a gust of wind behind her, but it was too late to turn around.

The mouth and nose were covered by something, and there was a fishy sweet smell.

She struggled with an elbow on the other's abdomen and heard a muffled grunt. But immediately someone restrained her legs, and she couldn't move anymore.

She couldn't hold it anymore, and in the next second, darkness hit the sky, and she was no longer conscious.

A black Passat sedan drove by, stopping on the side of the road.

By the time the car started again, the tall figure standing on the side of the road was nowhere to be seen.

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After a two-hour flight, the plane landed at the Eastern District airfield.

Mo Chunshan had been reading documents since the plane, but Meng Qianyang, who was sitting next to him, found that the speed at which the boss looked at things today seemed to be much worse than before.

In the past, he turned it through it so loudly that he couldn't read the words clearly, but today he could stay on a page for more than ten minutes.

The boss has something on his mind, he thought.

But it's no wonder, after all, it's about the old house and the Mo family, so Brother Chunshan put down his work and went to Shanghai to find a way to save people.

Brother Chunshan always has everything in his chest, and the Mo family's affairs are the exception that can make him lose his square inch.

Oh no, that's not the only exception.

There is one living exception - He Wan'er.

The plane taxied for a while, and when it came to a stop and connected to the bridge, the flight attendant stood at the front of the business class, smiling and welcoming the passengers.

Meng Qianyang carried a bag with luggage and waited for Mo Chunshan to leave first. However, several passengers in economy class came out, and he was still motionless in his seat.

Seeing that Mo Chunshan hadn't moved, the stewardess a few meters away walked over attentively and bowed slightly: "Sir, do you need any help?"

Meng Qianyang had no choice but to remind: "Boss, boss!"

Mo Chunshan woke up like a dream, got up impressively, and stepped out of the cabin.

More than a dozen meters of covered bridges past, they were on the second floor of the airport.

As Mo Chunshan walked, he pressed the switch on his mobile phone, and when he was approaching the elevator downstairs, he suddenly heard a crisp voice behind him: "Mr. Mo?

Mo Chunshan frowned when he heard a somewhat familiar voice, and turned his head.

I saw an unexpected face.

Lu Hanzhang stood behind him, panting.

After a while, she stabilized her breath and said, "I'm sorry Mr. Mo, can I borrow your phone and call my cousin?"

Mo Chunshan's pupils suddenly tightened, and the thoughts in his mind were chaotic.

He didn't answer, but Meng Qianyang asked, "Why are you here?"

"I was already working in Shanghai," Lu Hanzhang replied, "Somehow, when I got on the plane and turned off the power of the mechanism, I found that my phone was missing." My sister told her that she would definitely tell her when she got off the plane. ”

Mo Chunshan listened to her answer, his temples jumped, and there was a faint pain.

Meng Qianyang also felt that something was wrong, and had already given his mobile phone to Lu Hanzhang: "Do you remember the number?"

Lu Hanzhang nodded hurriedly, thanked him, and then took the phone and walked to the side near the corner.

But in a minute or two, she came back, returned the phone to Meng Qianyang, and said, "Thank you." ”

Then, thanking and saying goodbye again, he dragged his suitcase towards the exit.

Mo Chunshan couldn't help but ask more when Lu Hanzhang left: "Got through?"

Lu Hanzhang looked back and smiled very well-behaved: "It's through, but it's not my sister who picked it up." ”

Mo Chunshan's eyebrows were furrowed, and his voice was a little out of tune: "What?"

"It was her colleague who said she was in an emergency meeting and couldn't answer the phone and asked me to call again in the evening. ”

The eyes are as dark as ink.

Lu Hanzhang was stunned, and he didn't understand how the person who was still gentle and amiable just now had such a terrifying aura all of a sudden.

She took two steps back in some panic and asked, "What?"

Mo Chunshan glanced at Meng Qianyang, who understood what Mo Chunshan meant.

He picked up his mobile phone and dialed the number he had just called, and after more than ten seconds, he said, "It's turned off." ”

All Mo Chunshan thought about at this time was the black Passat.

At the funeral home, outside the hospital, at the airport, he had seen the car three times.

Where can it be so coincidental? A car with the same characteristics has three different license plate numbers. The answer is simple, it's a car with someone else's license plate.

And why did the car appear again and again, do you still need to ask?

Originally, he just had a trace of conjecture, because there was no He Wan'er at the airport, so he didn't take it too seriously at that time.

As a result, when he met Lu Hanzhang, he realized that he was negligent.

He Wan'er, of course it's He Wan'er!

Meng Qianyang was quite surprised, and when he saw that Mo Chunshan's face was sinking like water, he immediately dialed a phone call and went out.

In less than half a minute, he leaned into Mo Chunshan's ear and said concisely: "Boss, the person you let you keep an eye on has an accident." The paralyzed mother-in-law died, and Li Qing was stabbed a few times in order to save her daughter, and she is still being rescued. ”

This news made Mo Chunshan frightened, and in the next second, there was a splash of remorse in his heart.

It was he who was careless and underestimated the other party's blatantness.

He closed his eyes, and his mind was full of the partings that had happened before.

On that day, he was in the hospital, looking at his bloodstained hands that were not covered by white sheets, and wanted to cry but couldn't.

That day, he was on the edge of the cliff, staring at the abyss at his feet, listening to the sound of his relatives falling into the cold pool at the bottom of the cliff.

That night, he was in the desert, watching her body be wrapped in blood and sink to the bottom, but he could do nothing.

He had already experienced the painful loss, the torment of life and death, three times, so on the road that forced himself to move forward, he unconsciously wanted to avoid the fourth time.