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Bai Nuan felt that he had a lot of things.
I don't pay much attention to him.
Tang Yimian's phone called, but it was turned off and couldn't get through at all.
She hurriedly called the road team again.
The road team was quickly connected, and he was busy deploying.
"Song Zhengyang came to the sanatorium today." Tang Yimian called Lu Zhiming with a word, and stood up excitedly and patted the table, "I'll go over now!" ”
Tang Yimian heard the sound of rustling over there, and then stopped, it was still the voice of the name of the road.
"Don't startle the snake first, I'm deploying now, you tell me the details, and my side will adjust according to the latest situation."
Tang Yimian replied and told the name of Lu truthfully those words.
The name of the road immediately changed the battle plan.
After talking to Tang Yimian, let her go and hide early.
Otherwise, when Song Zhengyang finds it, it will basically be a dead end.
Because according to Bai Nuan's analysis, he doesn't care about his life and death at all now.
A person who doesn't even care about his own life and death, can he still care about the life and death of others?
Tang Yimian hung up the phone, turned his head and went to settle Song Yiyi.
When passing by Chen Xiaoruan's door, he stopped and looked at Chen Xiaoruan inside through the glass.
She was in a daze, not knowing what she was thinking, just looking out the window, the sun was gradually setting, and it looked a little cold.
Tang Yimian pursed his lips, didn't disturb her, and planned to settle Song Yiyi first, and then settle Chen Xiaoruan.
To settle separately.
Just in case.
At night.
The night is the best cover, hiding some of your whereabouts in the dark.
Chen Xiaoruan stood by the window, didn't leave, she locked the door, stood at the window, looked at the gray night, suddenly felt the tip of her nose sour, and couldn't help but want to cry.
The pain in her heart made her uncomfortable, and her brain was also aching. 678
Tang Yimian settled Song Yiyi and came back, ready to settle Chen Xiaoruan.
But when she returned to that room, Chen Xiaoruan was gone.
Gone.
Her face was a little pale, and she turned her head to look around, it was very quiet, there was no one, not even footsteps.
Tang Yimian was a little flustered in his heart, and he couldn't express his feelings.
At the same time, a figure, under the cover of the night, jumped into the sanatorium, and according to the route remembered during the day, he quietly avoided the night watchman and touched into the sanatorium.
The first place......
It's a circuit.
He cut off the electricity, and the electricity in the entire nursing home was cut off.
Tang Yimian was startled by the sudden darkness, and his heartbeat rate soared directly.
"Ahh
She's just ...... It seems to have seen Mr. Song.
She......
She wanted to see him.
I want to see the Mr. Song who haunts her dreams, and I want to see the Mr. Song who makes her refuse to forget him even if she has amnesia......
Chen Xiaoruan calmed his breath, touched the wall, and moved forward in small steps, walking according to his feelings.
And Song Yiyi was in the room.
The moonlight shone through the window, and her fingertips twitched slightly.
Followed by......
Moved again.
Song Zhengyang got the electricity and came out directly wearing a night vision device, and his steps were a little staggering.
His leg injury hasn't healed yet, and it's still hurting.
But as if he didn't feel it, he walked slowly, the knife in his hand clenched.