He walked into his bedroom. [Ran^Text^Library] [].c|

The bedroom is well organized, the quilt on the bed is neatly folded, and the pillow at the head of the bed is still purchased by his mother when he and Zhuang Xiaoyue got married.

He lay on his back on the bed, staring at the ceiling, as if he were asleep, and no longer moving.

I don't know how long it took, the ringtone of the mobile phone woke him up, he took the mobile phone, it was Ouyang Pingqiu calling. Ouyang Pingqiu told him that the search was still fruitless, and asked him where he was and why he didn't answer the phone.

He didn't tell Ouyang Pingqiu about the great changes in his family, he just asked Ouyang Pingqiu to continue the search.

After hanging up the phone, he found that there were several missed calls, most of them were called in the morning, one of them was an unfamiliar landline, he guessed that the kidnappers called to ask for money, and no one answered when he went back, it should be a public phone.

He called Mo Huaiwen again, but he still couldn't get through.

He pulled out the newspaper, on which the word "Wen" was written in blood and pierced his heart deeply.

The wife was kidnapped and the parents were killed, are these two events a coincidence or related?

It looks like it's aimed at Mo Rufeng, and it's all extremely vicious!

He snapped and stood up.

If it's for yourself, who is the next target?

Definitely!

He looked at his phone, it was three o'clock in the afternoon, Friday, and there was still an hour before school ended.

He hung the bag containing the "Zhenyuan" treasure knife diagonally on his shoulder and strode out.

The mountain people along Huaxi have very large yards, and his family is no exception.

In the easternmost clearing of the courtyard was a tall haystack. The old blacksmith and his wife were both industrious men, and the haystacks were piled high. "Your family's firewood and grass can't be burned in three years!" A relative who came to visit the door once said to the old blacksmith couple.

No one knows, this haystack hides a huge secret!

This secret was only known to Mo Rufeng and the old blacksmith couple.

Time was urgent, Mo Rufeng no longer thought about anything else, he rushed to the haystack and struggled to lift the bundles of dead grass. The bales were lifted to reveal the scaffolding inside, on which was a thick tarpaulin.

He carefully uncovered the tarpaulin again, and a grass-green helicopter was revealed!

A Wuzhi-12 helicopter!

The green fuselage stood quietly in the sunlight, and the nose of the fuselage was slightly raised, like a soldier who had been on standby for a long time, always waiting for the order to fight.

Mo Rufeng skillfully dismantled the scaffolding, then opened the helicopter's hatch, sat in the cab, and turned on the ultra-shortwave radio.

"Hello Team Seven! Yangtze River No. 1 requests to take off! ”

Chengdu City, Danfeng Kindergarten.

Recently, there is a children's dance competition in the city, and all major kindergartens want to improve the popularity of kindergartens through competition awards, and then occupy a favorable position in the enrollment. Private kindergartens such as Danfeng Kindergarten took it as a good opportunity to promote themselves, and selected ten children who could sing and dance to participate. In order to prevent the children from having stage fright during the performance, the principal arranged a rehearsal, and the children who did not perform in the afternoon were spectators in the large playground, and the ten contestants of the dance competition took the stage in turn.

The children's performances are full of emotion, and it seems that there has been no training in vain for so many days.

Now the girl who is about to play is a girl named Wen Qianqian, she is the "killer" of Director He, whether she can win the championship or not basically depends on her performance. The host was introducing Wen Qianqian's program, and Director He's eyes widened, and she expected Wen Qianqian to play extraordinarily.

At this time, the sound of propellers was heard in the sky, from far and near.

Sitting on a small stool, he followed the sound of the propeller, and he saw that the grass-green helicopter was flying in this direction, like a goshawk, steadily skimming the sky.

The helicopter was getting closer and closer, and the green fuselage could already be seen, and the sound of the propellers was heard, like the roar of a lion.

"My dad's plane!" Fei Fei muttered.

Liu Dashao sat beside Fei Fei, and he heard Fei Fei's muttering.

"Is this really your dad's plane?" He asked in surprise.

A few children around were attracted to it.

"Did you see that helicopter?" Liu Dashao pointed to the sky in the distance and said to the few little heads who came over, "Could it be that it was his father's plane!" ”

At this time, Wen Qianqian had already taken the stage, and the music slowly sounded.

The attention of several children around Liu Dashao was attracted by the helicopter, they pointed at the sky, and several naughty children also stood up, and the scene immediately appeared a little commotion. Wen Qianqian's mood was obviously affected, and her movements couldn't keep up with the rhythm of the music. The instructor signaled from a distance that she was slowing down, and she saw it and quickly sped up her movements, only to outpace the music again.

Wen Qianqian's rehearsal is a complete performance, not to mention winning the championship, and the encouragement award can't be won!

Director Ho waved his hand in annoyance to pause the performance. She walked up to Liu Dashao and a few other children in annoyance, "What are you doing?" ”

Liu Dashao pointed at Mo Feifei and said, "Mo Feifei said that the plane in the sky belongs to his father!" ”

Director He was still holding her breath, she thought that Liu Dashao was the leader, so it was hard to say too much. But when she heard that it was caused by Mo Feifei, her anger immediately went up.

"Why! You stand up! She growled.

"How many times have I told you! Be honest and don't lie! Your dad is in tatters when he drives a tricycle, like he picked it up from a garbage heap! What kind of plane to fly! Your father doesn't like to talk either, he lied to you, the upper beam is not right and the lower beam is crooked! She glanced at the audience and said fiercely, "Don't play with a lying child like Mo Feifei in the future!" Those who are close to ink are black, and those who are close to Zhu are red, you know? Everyone watch the performance carefully, and don't look at the sky! You must be standing! Everyone applauded and welcomed Wen Qianqian again! ”

The applause rang out warmly, and Wen Qianqian walked onto the stage like a butterfly.

"My dad said he would pick me up in a helicopter one day, and he never broke his word," he said.

The helicopter circled over the kindergarten and then slowly lowered its altitude.

He Yuan Chang sat down and watched Wen Qianqian's performance.

The sound of the propeller was getting closer and closer, and she couldn't help but look up, she wondered, how could this helicopter fly so low?

The overture began, and Wen Qianqian danced.

The helicopter descended slowly, facing the open space in the playground.

Wen Qianqian had just jumped halfway, the children's little heads were tilted up, their eyes moved with the grass-green helicopter, and even all the teachers couldn't help but turn their heads to look at the helicopter that was landing!

No one looked at Wen Qianqian at all, and Wen Qianqian stopped dancing aggrievedly. The music was still playing, and it was playing to the * part, but Wen Qianqian was standing in the middle stupidly.

The helicopter landed steadily in the open space of the playground, and the propellers were still spinning.

It was a Wuzhi-10 helicopter, parked in the sun, shining with a dark green dark light, majestic and solemn.

The hatch slowly opened, and Mo Rufeng stepped out of the hatch, standing next to the helicopter.