Next to the main turnout in the western suburbs, there is a special newsstand. It is closed during the day and open twelve hours at night. It is said to be a newsstand, but it sells a lot of things. It has magazines, books, drinks and snacks, and also sells lottery tickets. The boss is an uncle with half-gray hair, and the night road drivers who often run this road call him Liang Bo. Stop for a break, buy a bottle of water, buy a pack of cigarettes, and buy a lottery ticket to hope for a jackpot.

At about half past ten in the evening, a taxi stopped steadily next to the newsstand.

"Brother, I'm sorry, the road to the weaving factory is unlit, and the road is very difficult to walk, so I can only send you here. The driver turned his head to look at Mu Fan, smiled and said, "Anyway, it's not far, you can take a walk for a while." ”

The biggest difference between the old night train drivers and those novices is that they are cautious enough, and there are no people around the abandoned weaving factory, which is a good place to rob the road. In addition, Mu Fan's somewhat abnormal words and deeds, and his actions are so generous, it is reasonable for the driver to be on guard.

Mu Fan, who was in the back seat, looked at the path on the right side of the front of the car and frowned slightly. Although I couldn't hear what the driver said, I knew what he meant. Thinking that the situation in the weaving factory was unknown, it was also a good choice to sneak over to explore the reality first, so I didn't care about it anymore. He nodded and opened the door, and stepped out of the car.

The taxi driver turned around, honked his horn twice and drove away.

According to Mu Fan's guess, Cheng Meng's appearance in the waste weaving factory so late must not be a good thing. Originally, he wanted to call the police directly, but he didn't have a score in his heart. Since Cheng Meng did not call the police and asked his friends to inform him, it means that he is in trouble now, and he can't find the police uncle for help.

In case Cheng slashed someone and committed a crime, but he brought the police over, wouldn't he be pitted. Although Mu Fan was not sure whether Cheng Meng's friend was reliable, he obviously couldn't take this risk.

However, Mu Fan's mind was still relatively bright, and when he saw the newsstand next to him, he thought about it and stepped forward.

At this time, Liang Bo in the newsstand was wearing reading glasses and looking at the newspaper, when he saw Mu Fan coming forward, he looked up at him slightly, then continued to read the newspaper, and asked in a casual tone: "Young man, what do you want?"

Mu Fan looked down, good guy, the things in the pavilion are really complete. All kinds of books and newspapers, cigarettes, alcohol and beverages are not inferior to Cheng Meng's shop.

"Uncle, can you please do me a favor?" Mu Fan asked respectfully.

"Help?" Liang Bo was slightly stunned, put down the newspaper and looked at Mu Fan, "What help?"

As the old saying goes, if you want to get rich, you must first build roads. In the past, although the road leading to the weaving factory was not too wide, it was also the first asphalt road in Liancheng. With the closure of the factory, the road was deserted, lined with weeds and small trees, the street lamps were dilapidated, and many of the lampshades had been broken by the bear children with slingshots, making it look very desolate at night.

Mu Fan's courage is not small, and he used to walk at night. But today is a little different, because he can't hear anything, which makes him feel much less secure. I always feel that someone is following me behind me, and when I turn my head, there is nothing.

"I'll go, what's the matter? Mu Fan complained in his heart, it was really a house leak that happened to rain overnight, and the boat was late and encountered a head wind.

However, depressed is depressed, for the sake of Cheng Meng, even if there is a sword mountain, fire and sea ghost gate in front of him, Mu Fan has to rush up.

Thinking of the ghost gate, Mu Fan was energetic. Uncle, Hell is not going to go when he says he will go, he will come back when he says he will come back, the ghost door is a fart.

Cheering himself up in his heart, Mu Fan continued to walk forward. After walking for about five or six minutes, the silhouette of a weaving workshop appeared on the right side of the road ahead. Under the moonlight, the hazy black factory building looks really a little infiltrating.

"Enter stealth mode. Mu Fan said secretly, stepped into the grass on the side of the road with a stride, deviated from the main road, and quietly touched the side wall of the factory. There were no dangers along the way, and Mu Fan successfully reached the corner.

The walls of the weaving factory are more than two meters high, which is not a problem at all for Mu Fan, who has been practicing climbing walls since he was a student. Retreating a few meters back, looking at the point of borrowing, a runner stepped on the wall, raised his hand and grabbed the wall, and as soon as his arm was forced, the whole person climbed up. The advantages of improving physical fitness are once again revealed at this time.

Mu Fan, who was leaning over the wall, did not rush into the factory. First, I looked around, and although I didn't find any living creatures, I saw an orange light shining through a factory.

"Brother Meng, eight or nine, is not far from ten, right there. When Mu Fan thought of this, he turned over and jumped off the wall. Then the cat bent over and quickly touched the factory with the lights on, and the whole person was like a nimble tanuki, fast and silent.

Mu Fan was not stupid enough to enter through the main entrance, but kept looking along the walls of the factory. Sure enough, in the back section of the plant, there was a crack formed by the collapse of the breakage, just enough for a person to pass sideways.

Because his ears have lost their function, Mu Fan is very careful with every step, lest he make a noise when he touches something. After taking a deep breath and sneaking into the factory, Mu Fan looked up. The factory is about two or three hundred meters long, and the machinery and belongings inside it have long since been removed by the workers, leaving only piles of waste and damaged wooden window frames that have become unusable.

The orange lights that Mu Fan saw before were not the lights in the factory, but a row of overhead lights installed on the roofs of two jeeps. Two cars, one in front of the other, illuminate the front half of the plant. In the open space between the two cars, Mu Fan could vaguely see a person sitting on a stool with his head down.

Mu Fan's brows furrowed slightly, and he was a little confused about the current situation. To be on the safe side, he cautiously continued to touch forward. With the help of supporting iron pillars on both sides and piles of waste items, Mu Fan successfully approached.

Leaning over and hiding behind a pile of moldy wooden planks, Mu Fan quietly poked his head out from the side and looked forward. At this look, a wave of anger rose in Mu Fan's heart. The stool was none other than Cheng Meng. To be precise, he did not simply sit on the stool, but was tied to the stool with a rope. Not only that, but Cheng Meng also had a wound on his head, from the right side of his forehead to the corner of his mouth, there were blood stains.

At this time, Cheng Meng hung his head, and he didn't know whether he fell asleep or fainted. Mu Fan felt that it was the latter, if Cheng Meng could still fall asleep in this case, then this girl's nerves were too big.

Mu Fan roughly estimated that he was about ten meters away from Cheng Meng, and he wanted to rush up to save Cheng Meng now, but he also knew that impulse was the devil, and the more this was the case, the more he couldn't mess up.

Just as Mu Fan was thinking about countermeasures, two young men walked in from outside the factory.