Zhu Xiaomei still maintained her previous expression, her pale lips opened slightly, and said, "My phone is out of battery, let's leave after reading the diary." Pen Fun Pavilion www.biquge.info"

Wen Wen was a little stunned, and didn't understand why Zhu Xiaomei had to read the diary before she could leave, which was not an important thing.

Nuan didn't want to stay here, she wanted to go out and see again, she wanted to refuse Zhu Xiaomei, but when she looked up, she saw her eager and weak eyes, and her heart softened again.

Let's take a look, although Wen Wen has a lot of questions in his heart, he still slowly opens the diary.

However, at this moment.

She just opened a page, and what came into her eyes was not words, not blank title pages, but a painting.

The painting was very strange, a strange totem, Wen Wen felt dizzy just by looking at it, and she instinctively wanted to look away.

But I can't do without it, and my eyes are firmly hooked by this painting, and the pattern seems to have magic, stimulating the warm senses.

There was only this picture in front of her, and her consciousness gradually disappeared, and she wanted to speak, but she couldn't say anything.

It seemed that in an instant the whole house reversed direction, and it was pulled and rotated by a huge force.

The warmth is only the residual consciousness, supporting oneself not to fall.

What's going on, what the hell is going on.

She only felt that the totem was drilling through her pupils, constantly drilling into her head, and then slowly filling her consciousness.

The last line of defense was also broken, and the warm mind was completely captured by that totem.

With a bang, the warmth fell straight to the ground.

Zhu Xiaomei's pale lips were slightly hooked, hooking up a gloomy arc, she stood up straight and slowly walked towards warmth.

On the other side, Chang Minxiao made countless calls to Nuan, but no one answered.

Where did the dead girl go, he was so angry that he wanted to smash the phone.

Just after an important meeting, Chang Minxiao left all the rest to Ye Lizhi and drove to the training school alone.

He drove fast, his heart was empty, and he felt an inexplicable uneasiness.

What's going on, it's just that I didn't answer the phone, maybe it was turned to mute, maybe I went to class, or I didn't hear it in my bag.

It's normal, but why do you have an ominous premonition, it always feels like there's something wrong with the warmth.

This thought just floated into Chang Minxiao's mind, and he couldn't help but sink in his heart.

Phew, what are you thinking about, how can there be an accident with warmth.

It was very open, and the car stopped at the school gate.

Warm, where are you?

The feeling is familiar, overwhelmed, and the fear of losing.

It's so similar, like a certain time before, a certain time, why do you feel this way.

Chang Minxiao shook his head vigorously, he didn't take the elevator, he ran directly into the stairwell, running desperately.

"Warm!"

Chang Minxiao stood at the door of the office, her narrow cold eyes scanning every corner of the office.

No, the warmth is not there.

Chang Minxiao's heart became even emptier, and the ominous premonition of déjà vu intensified.

He stood at the door in a daze, for a while, before he took out his mobile phone and dialed the warm number again, and he typed an "a" in front of her name in order to find the warm number conveniently.

So she's the first in all the address books.

The first, she was originally the top of his heart, the person at the top.

But where is she at the moment, where is she?

"Mr. Chang? Are you here to get your phone for warmth? ”

Get a phone? Chang Minxiao turned around suddenly when she heard this voice.

Yang Liu pointed to the shelf on the warm desk, "She left in too much hurry and forgot to bring her phone." I chased it out, but she walked so fast that she couldn't catch up, so I put it on the table. ”

Chang Minxiao picked up her mobile phone, and it was full of missed calls made by herself.

Calm down, you have to be calm now, in fact, warmth is not necessarily an accident, it may be that you are too sensitive.

Yes, I must be too sensitive.

Chang Minxiao tried to comfort herself and not think badly.

When no one answered the warm phone, he called home, and no one answered, so it definitely won't be at home.

And if Nuan Wen returned home first, he would definitely call him to report his safety, because after so many accidents, the two of them agreed.

"Did Warmth say, where did she go?" Chang Min asked in the direction of the willow.

Where? Yang Liu recalled that Wen Wen didn't say where to go, but just said that it seemed to be meeting with a friend, and the tone didn't sound like Chang Minxiao.

And then—

Her slap landed just on the notebook on the warm table, and a sticker leaked out of the corner.

It faintly reads "No. 22 Jingbei Road".

Chang Minxiao looked along Yang Liu's line of sight, her narrow cold eyes twitched, and her black pupils constricted.

This is probably the address that Warm wrote down.

Just, Jingbei Road?

It is an urban village, a location to be demolished, and it is a private house, a dilapidated and chaotic place, who will go there warmer.

Who? Phone!

must have called Nuan, Chang Minxiao calmly picked up Nuan's mobile phone and flipped through the call records.

Chang Minxiao felt that he was getting closer and closer to the truth, and this sense of foreboding was getting stronger and stronger, but the more this time, he had to calm down.

Zhu Xiaomei!

Chang Minxiao was shocked, of course he knew Zhu Xiaomei, she was Chang Yihan's secretary, could this matter be related to her cousin.

This assumption made Chang Minxiao's head buzz, he gasped, and kept telling himself that he was wrong.

In fact, it just happened that Zhu Xiaomei found warmth, and the agreed place also happened to be there, and everything was unfounded for him.

However, when the receiver came in, "Your call is turned off, please dial again later." ”

Things have become intolerable to Chang Min Xiao to make any illusions anymore, and he can now even conclude that there is an eighty percent chance that Wen Wen has been kidnapped.

No. 22 Jingbei Road, No. 22 Jingbei Road...... He had to go there right away.

Chang Minxiao picked up the warm phone and strode out of the office, with Yang Liu's stunned eyes behind her.

She knew that something serious must have happened, but she didn't dare to ask more, so she could only quietly watch Chang Minxiao's slender and arrogant back run farther and farther.

"Doesn't it feel too despicable to use warm kindness to let her secretary deceive her?" Chang Minxiao dialed Chang Yihan's phone, and wanted to teach Chang Yihan a hard lesson, but his tone was still calm.

Chang Yihan was preparing for the "battle" next month at home, and coldly answered Chang Minxiao's call, and the first sentence was so inexplicable.

His eyebrows are slightly constricted, deceiving warmth? His secretary?

"I don't know what you're talking about, I haven't seen warmth."

In fact, Chang Minxiao would rather hear Chang Yihan's smug laughter, at least to prove that the warmth is in his place, at least there will be no danger, but he said that he has not seen it.

Haven't seen it?

So where is the warmth?