Mo Qingqing leaned on the door tightly and pricked up his ears, but he could only hear a little sound vaguely, got up and left the door softly, what the hell was going on, Mo Qingqing sat back in the corner, it shouldn't be the kind of organization last time, this time it felt more like who was hated by himself, because of the words of their leader, who would do this? Curled up and buried his face between his legs, why do I recruit these every time? It's so cold, he shrunk back, and goosebumps got on his skin...... I walked back to the window and wiped my skirt...... Anyway, it's not bad if it's dirty like this, my knees hurt, it is estimated that it is worn out, and I am close to the window that is much clearer than between, I don't know what time it is, the watch and mobile phone on my wrist have been taken away, what is Bai Lu doing, now it seems that the message should not have been sent by Zhou Zhou, who is it? Who will get Zhou Zhou's mobile phone and send a message to himself...... Bai Lu must not have guessed himself...... No, Mo Qingqing shook his head, he couldn't think negatively, Bai Lu was also there, Zhou Zhou was also there, Bai Lu would definitely find himself, if he didn't find himself, he would definitely find something...... Definitely.

But what the hell is going on with the information, was Zhou Zhou's mobile phone stolen, it should be like this, Mo Qingqing nodded, rubbed the back of his head, and grinned when he touched it, it hurts, those people are really ruthless, she was injured some time ago, and this time she won't add a few more wounds, it's finally easy to get a good idea.

Mo Qingqing looked out of the dark window, this place looked like an abandoned building, and barely looked at the layout environment around the window, and could only feel the words dilapidated and remote...... This should be the outskirts of the city, speaking of which, there is a suburb of the city that is not far from the school, and it is not close to the school, could it be that this place is there? That place is still Zhou Zhou said it once before, why do you say that this place is here? Mo Qingqing scratched his head, he forgot, it seems to be who he is, he lives there, and he doesn't know that person...... I haven't even seen it a few times, just a few times every time I see that person, that person has different injuries on his body, and every time Zhou Zhou looks at that look, his eyes have not changed, he is disgusted and alienated...... No, it seems that there is something, what is it, I can't remember clearly, it's been a long time, she has had too little contact with that person, but in the eyes of that person looking at Zhou Zhou, she can always feel that strong and deeply buried something, what is it? The answer that is about to come out is not said in any case, it is obviously already on the lips, what is it...... Mo Qingqing sat under the window, leaning against the wall, inexplicably feeling very weak, the exhaled breath was also hot, his lips were a little dry, he reached out and touched his forehead, as if he had a fever.

In a daze, it seemed that someone had come in, and someone kicked Mo Qingqing's leg, Mo Qingqing looked up, his eyes were a little unclear, and someone snorted.

"Boss, something is wrong. Huang Mao on the side looked at Mo Qingqing's appearance.

The leader gave him a blank look, he didn't have eyes?

"Look what's going on with her. The leader glanced at Huang Mao.

Huang Mao sighed, stepped forward to look at Mo Qingqing for a moment, reached out and pushed Mo Qingqing's body, just a touch: "Boss, this woman has a fever, it's quite hot, do you want to find a doctor?"

The other kicked up, and Huang Mao accidentally pushed Mo Qingqing, and Mo Qingqing fell to the ground softly.

"Call a doctor a doctor, what kind of doctor is it? Do you have a brain?" The person who was bitten by Mo Qingqing said, "Where do you think this is here, what are we doing? ”

Huang Mao hurriedly hid to the side, and the leader glanced at them, and neither of them dared to speak

The leader turned around and walked out of the house: "Did you send your phone?"

The two hurriedly replied: "It's delivered, it's been delivered, it's been delivered early in the morning, but what should we do with this person?"

The leader glanced at Mo Qingqing in the room: "I'm not interested in this woman, it just so happens that she has a fever, so let her burn, it's an explanation if she's stupid." ”

The two closed the door again at the signal of the leader.

The night was getting darker, and the humidity in the room was getting heavier.

A black car slowly drove into the dark street, abandoned high-rise buildings on both sides towered, the car slowly stopped, the driver opened the back door with an umbrella, and got out of the car was a tall man, the black windbreaker looked as if it was one with the night in the night, black turtleneck, black sunglasses, black slacks, black shoes, all over the body, except for only half of the face that was exposed, the rest was hidden under the black, his hand was in the pocket of the windbreaker, he looked up at the dark high-rise building, raised his feet and walked in, walked to the door without looking back, and his voice came out coldly: "I'll go in alone, and you'll be waiting here. ”

The driver, who was standing in the rain, nodded: "Got it." Watching the man slowly enter the stairs.

Huang Mao and another person looked at the black, very strange man who appeared at the staircase guardedly, and picked up the stick on the side vigilantly: "Who are you and what are you doing here." ”

The man looked at the two of them coldly, his eyes hidden behind his sunglasses narrowed, and he didn't reply, and for a moment, Huang Mao felt a strong wind blowing in his ears, and behind him was the sound of a heavy object falling to the ground, connected with the sound of a person.

Huang Mao looked at the man in front of him in horror, turned his head stiffly, his pupils contracted rapidly, and his companion, who was still standing beside him just now, was lying on the ground five meters away at this moment, convulsions, his hand was loosened, the stick fell to the ground, his legs couldn't help but tremble, and he turned his head to look at the man: "Ghost...... Hell!" screamed and crawled up the stairs, the man glanced at the yellow hair rolling down the stairs, turned around and walked to a room, looked at the lock on the door, took a few steps back, and instantly stepped hard, the door was kicked open with a "bang", the iron piece on the door was kicked off, and the crumbling door made a creaking sound.

The man raised his feet and entered the room, and at a glance saw Mo Qingqing lying on the ground dying, reached out and took out his mobile phone, turned on the flashlight, and walked straight to the desk, ignoring Mo Qingqing who was lying by the window, his slender fingers touched the dusty table, meticulous and careful, as if he was exploring something, and finally stopped in one place, pressed it hard, there was a click under the table, a small wooden board fell out from under the table, and the sound of falling on the ground was very slight, the man bent down and picked it up, and reversed the wooden board under the flashlight。

Mo Qingqing, who was lying by the window, moved at this time, the man glanced at her without speaking and looked at the wooden board again, took out a knife from behind him, and gently inserted it along the undetectable gap of the wooden board, the wooden board was divided into two complete pieces, and a note fell out of it, and gently picked up the note, the corners of his cold mouth rose, and a warm arc was hung inexplicably.