Zhou Xueqiu's WeChat avatar is a Winnie bear who is trying to raise his eyebrows, which looks somewhat funny, which makes Zhuo Xuan can't help but have some conjectures.

Could this guy be a sullen type?

He was full of curiosity about this young man who was not much different from his own age, which was one of the reasons why he chose to add him as a friend.

Of course, the most important thing is that Zhou Xueqiu knows far more than himself, and he has more experience than himself.

So, of course, occasional greetings are necessary to strengthen the relationship.

"Xiao Qiuqiu, are you here?"

Zhuo Xuan casually sent a greeting to the past, but until the sleepiness came up, he still didn't wait for a reply.

"This son of a son of a woman has forgotten our revolutionary friendship so quickly."

Secretly scolding in his heart, Zhuo Xuan only felt physically and mentally exhausted. He climbed into bed, slowly spread out the covers, and quickly pulled them onto himself.

On the other side of the screen, Zhou Xueqiu resisted the urge to blacken Zhuo Xuan, and hatefully stuffed his mobile phone into the pocket of his sweatshirt, but in an instant, a look of confusion appeared on his face.

Is there really such a naïve person?

After a little contact with Zhuo Xuan, Zhou Xueqiu could already conclude that the other party was purely a rookie who had just come into contact with black watches, and his behavior of pretending to be a pig and eating a tiger was just a mistake.

But such a naïve boy seems to have a unique charm, and occasionally seems so reliable.

"Damn."

Zhou Xueqiu muttered, leaning on the desk and turning slightly, his eyes caught a glimpse of the darkness outside the window, which gradually deepened.

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Ding Ding Ding - Ding Ding Ding -

A rapid and piercing bell rang beside Zhuo Xuan, and he struggled to open his eyes, his consciousness drifting like smoke.

The school, the alarm clock, the ceiling of the dormitory, everything familiar almost made Zhuo Xuan think that everything yesterday was a dream, but this unreal feeling quickly disappeared the moment he picked up his phone.

No, not an alarm clock.

"Yingru?"

On the video call, the beating avatar seemed to be happily telling the memories of the past, Zhuo Xuan lost his mind in an instant, and a trace of guilt rose in his heart for no reason.

In search of his parents, his most frequented places have changed from cafes to police stations, and from forest paths to trains between Tinglin City and his hometown Binhai City. Several scheduled appointments, because a phone call completely ruined the plan.

If there is anyone other than his parents who makes Zhuo Xuan feel indebted, Zhong Yingru's name is definitely in the first place.

She is a young lady from a wealthy family, her parents have decent positions, she is generous, and her personality is also cheerful and generous. If it hadn't been for this accident, he would have married her shortly after graduation and lived happily without worrying about material life.

But everything has changed.

Before going to the Southern Suburbs Mental Hospital, Zhuo Xuan thought about disappearing silently, but now he came back alive. He knew that the two of them would have a face-to-face conversation, and there was no escaping it.

Zhuo Xuan shook his head, didn't think about it anymore, and chose to connect the video call.

At the moment when the video screen suddenly became clear, a chill rushed up from the soles of Zhuo Xuan's feet irrepressibly. Zhuo Xuan's eyes gradually widened, his eyes were about to split, and his lips and body trembled together.

The green tendons on his forehead appeared, and he spit out three words fiercely-

"You—yes—who?"

In the picture, in the dimly lit and wide room, Zhong Yingru, who was tied to a chair, tilted her head, her eyes closed, and her body spread weakly, as if she had been forcibly taken some kind of drug and fell asleep.

A man wearing a sheep-headed monster mask is fiddling with his phone, as if to test the connectivity of the video.

After hearing Zhuo Xuan's voice, the masked man's body was slightly stunned, and he seemed to let out a strange laugh, and he said in a muffled voice: "As you can see, she was kidnapped by me." Prepare 500,000 and call it to the bank account I gave you. Don't call the police unless you want to see her body. ”

"You-"

The video was cut off abruptly, Zhuo Xuan was furious, and his question came to an abrupt end.

The mobile phone screen returned to the chat page, and the date of the message sent by Zhong Yingru was still yesterday, and the questions were like a hammer smashing into Zhuo Xuan's heart, making him almost lose his mind.

Especially the last sentence.

"Don't you love me?"

Zhuo Xuan shook his head hatefully, resisting the urge to call the police immediately. He knew that if the other party was not an ordinary person, even if he called the police, it would probably be useless.

The ordinary people here are naturally relative to the passengers on the bus.

If the other party was really one of the surviving passengers of the previous mission, then how did he learn about Zhong Yingru's existence? What did you want from kidnapping Zhong Yingru from herself?

500,000 RMB? Don't be funny!

No one would believe that a poor student who had just been admitted to college could come up with this amount, not even Zhuo Xuan himself.

500,000 yuan must be a cover, he must be trying to achieve something!

"What if, really, he just wants money?"

Zhuo Xuan's face was a little strange, he swiped the contact list, his gaze stayed on a Winnie bear for a moment, and finally shook his head.

Zhou Xueqiu doesn't look like he can take out 500,000 yuan, he should also be a poor ghost.

What about the others?

Zhuo Xuan finally gave up his plan to contact Zhong Yingru's parents. After all, once handed over to Zhong Yingru's parents, if they are worried, they will definitely contact the police. If the other party is really one of the surviving passengers, he will definitely be angry because of this. If Zhong Yingru really had an accident because of this, then she would feel guilty for the rest of her life.

"Obviously, I wanted to keep her out of the matter," Zhuo Xuan only felt a headache.

He habitually touched the hard black watch on his right wrist, and his mind became clearer little by little.

Recalling the short video communication, although the other party spoke with confidence, Zhuo Xuan vaguely heard some rumbling machine operation noise, which seemed to be the other party's intention to cover up.

The room is dimly lit and the background is filled with plain reinforced concrete, as if it were an unrenovated rough house.

The connection between the two, coupled with a bit of speculation, Zhuo Xuan was almost certain that the kidnappers were on a certain floor of a construction site.

"The real estate in Tinglin City is about to end construction."

After carefully considering the keywords, Zhuo Xuan typed them into the search engine.

The webpage was swiped one by one, and Zhuo Xuan's eyes were impressively reflected with relevant address information such as "Bell Tower Garden".

"Let's try our luck here," Zhuo Xuan closed his eyelids, his heart was extremely irritable, and one incident after another followed, making this young man who had not done much in the world overwhelmed.

He reopened his eyes, his eyes sharp.

But now, I'm different.