Cui Yi'an can not only describe his bad luck with a "planting" this time!

Although Cui Yi'an was still sane at this time, and did not show much dependence and liking for poisons, when Hou Hui left, he still insisted on leaving a large bag of white powder, in his words: "This is a favor and an investment, I hope they can have long-term contacts in the future." ”

Cui Yi'an accepted this embarrassing thing very complicatedly, he locked himself in the room for a whole day, and he didn't figure out a clue, but the landline phone in the room rang from morning to night, as if he never knew what it meant to be tired.

He didn't even pay attention to the things around him now, he really didn't have the mood to take care of other things, he didn't look at his phone and phone, and kept turning around the house in a frustrated way, trying to escape from the predicament.

The next day, after the drug addiction was committed again, Cui Yi'an was already able to deal with it easily, although the movements were still very jerky, but they were not very messy.

Standing in front of the huge dressing mirror like a person again, Cui Yi'an felt that he couldn't sit still.

He wants to know the truth of the matter.

He didn't think that Han Xiaowei had the ability to buy this poison*, he had already checked its information with the help of Hou Hui, and it was obvious that its existence was just as Hou Hui said, and it was not an exaggeration at all.

It's just that there is another reason why it is expensive, that is, the person who configures this kind of poison * is a madman, and he is not at all to make money, but to play with people's hearts. Because this poison* has never been sold alone since it was created.

It's always sold in three sticks, so it has a special box and logo that represents its identity, so that people can recognize it at once without making a mistake.

Therefore, its price has always hovered around a price of about two million, and it may not be able to sell one or two boxes a year, but it is still the same.

In Cui Yi'an's opinion, Han Xiaowei can't even pay off her gambling debts of 500,000 yuan, how can she have the money to buy such an expensive thing, it is that sprayer, if she knew the value of it, she would carefully collect it, and she would not throw it on the ground casually, and she didn't care about it like garbage.

So, the question is, who is behind all this?

This matter is estimated to be known to Han Xiaowei herself.

Thinking of this, Cui Yi'an began to look for Han Xiaowei, originally wanted to call directly, but thinking that this would startle the snake, he decided that he should find someone first.

The first place he thought of was the incident point, Han Xiaowei's temporary rental house.

It's just that he hasn't been there for a day, and besides, this is already a suburb of Kyoto, so why has it suddenly changed so much?

He got out of the car where he had parked his car yesterday, looked at the ruins where the yellow cordon had been pulled, and then looked at the numb beggar-like crowd scattered around him, and a few fire trucks.

He decided to inquire about the situation first.

A few red tickets were scattered, and Cui Yi'an immediately got the answer he wanted.

It turned out that yesterday morning, there was a serious fire here, because it was already in ruins, there was no regular road, there were some old houses that could collapse at any time, and the lines were very much grafted by the later residents themselves. A little bit of spark is very easy to start a spark and start a prairie fire.

In the end, fire trucks could only fight the fire in the outermost layer, preventing the fire from spreading.

In the evening, a few roads were pushed out with bulldozers, and in the early hours of the morning, the whole fire was brought under control.

However, the residents here are already loose, and all of them have no fixed residence, and they have not heard of any major casualties.

Cui Yi'an's pupils contracted violently all of a sudden, and despite the obstruction of the firefighters on the side, he broke in in a daze, trying to find Han Xiaowei's rental house yesterday.

However, the surroundings have long since changed drastically, and the streets that were unfamiliar in the first place are even more unrecognizable, making it impossible to confirm, and the direction is lost at any time.

Cui Yi'an stood in the huge ruins, there was still steaming heat around him, a breeze came out, revealing a little spark, and the space was full of flying dust and choking smoke.

He coughed several times, and finally adapted to the current situation here, and stood unwillingly, facing the empty ruins, and shouted loudly: "Han Xiaowei, you bastard, you come out for me! Han Xiaowei, don't play dead for me, get out of here quickly!" Han Xiaowei ......"

All that answered him was empty air and ruins.

He was momentarily disheartened at this moment, feeling that his life had lost its color, like this ruin, only gray and white.

In the end, it was the firefighters who pulled him out of the rubble and kindly comforted: "Comrade, you don't have to be so sad! We haven't found a single body since yesterday, which means that there have been no major casualties." Maybe the sweetheart you're looking for left early yesterday, or you saw the fire and escaped? After all, the fire happened in broad daylight, not in the dead of night. Young people, take a long-term view, right?"

Cui Yi'an slowly calmed himself down, did not refute the firefighter's persuasion, and did not continue to stay, but drove the car, took a big circle in this area, and observed the crowd of onlookers around, and there was no one with a similar figure to Han Xiaowei.

He called Han Xiaowei unwillingly, and sure enough, the answer on the other end of the phone was always mechanical, and no one could be found.

Cui Yi'an knew that he would not be able to find Han Xiaowei nine times out of ten, and still held on to the last hope, and began to rummage through the address book, from Han Xiaowei's agent to some wine and meat friends she knew, they called and asked one by one, saying that they had not contacted Han Xiaowei for a long time and did not know her situation.

In the end, he called Han Xiaowei's parents without giving up, and when the other party heard that he was looking for Han Xiaowei, he directly and unceremoniously said that she was dead, and then hung up the phone.

How can it be so easy to find someone who wants to avoid himself in the vast sea of people? This is Kyoto, and the place where Han Xiaowei wants to go may be the whole country or even the world, where can he find it?

But do you just accept your fate?

With his mobile phone in his hand, he wanted to call Yuangu City several times to ask Master for help, but when the drug addiction recurred, he completely lost his courage.

Han Xiaowei injected himself with two poisons, he was already destined to become a waste, a pawn who could only be manipulated by drugs, how could he still deserve to have friends and relatives? How could he face those relatives and friends who had high expectations for him?