At this time, the analysis was "enjoying" the feeling of being "unconscious".

He wore a black hat on his head, which was not long or short at all, and he also wore a black mask on his face.

Muffled breathing, and the sound of phone calls ahead.

"That's right! We've taken it down, so ......"

"We'll give you money when someone brings it."

"That's good......"

The voice that spoke into the phone was very unfamiliar, and it didn't seem to be an acquaintance.

They are self-righteous and believe that the person has completely fallen into a coma.

Therefore, Xi's eyes were not blindfolded, and he could vaguely see the fingers of the man who spoke in front of him rubbing his fingers to indicate the meaning of money.

So is it for the money?

Shouldn't it be right, shouldn't you go to the children of rich families for the sake of money?

……

Countless questions swirled in Xi's mind, and they couldn't get the answers they deserved.

The hands and feet are flexible, and there is only one time missing.

The direction of the car is getting more and more deviant, and it is becoming more and more deserted.

Suddenly, the car stopped, and then the sound of the door opening was heard.

With his eyes closed, he felt that the time had come.

The man sitting in front of him got out of the car first, and then locked the door, with no intention of letting it out.

He was not in a hurry, he did not lie on the back seat and pretend to be unconscious, and quietly poked his head out.

I saw a man sitting in the car slowly walking into the abandoned warehouse in front of him, surrounded by many people dressed in black, and a man was guarding the car to prevent anyone from coming.

The door to the warehouse was closed, so that the analysis could not see the situation inside clearly.

There was also a person outside the car, and it seemed that this matter was not as simple as a simple kidnapping.

So what is their purpose?

……

"You...... How did you get in here? ”

The panic-filled sound became clearer and clearer in the small space, and the echo hit the eardrums, making the fear burning in the heart more and more obvious.

Offshore Wind was wearing a black mask at this time, against the night light, he couldn't see his appearance clearly at all, but the bloodthirsty and sorrowful aura looked even more permeable.

Hearing his words, Offshore Wind laughed very softly without care, and a voice dyed with hatred came from his throat.

"No...... Don't ......"

This appearance frightened the man, watching the offshore wind approaching, the fear in his heart was magnified, and he became stupid who would not fight back.

The hand that was manipulating the computer was lifted by the offshore wind, and he raised his eyes to look at the panicked man, the corners of his eyes crooked. Finally spoke his first words.

"Don't? Why? ”

The voice is still as cold as ever, and it also has a deep meaning that is unknown to people.

It also heralded the complete end of his speech.

If the offshore wind divides by two, the man will be knocked unconscious.

The presence of invisible headphones comes into play at this point.

"That's it."

Put the fainted person on the ground casually, and someone will naturally come and take over later. The man sleeping on the ground was motionless, behind his neck.

There is a black tattoo, which looks like a poisonous scorpion all the time, lifelike, and it seems to be crawling behind his neck, which is extremely disgusting!

"There's another one next in the room to your left."

"Where's the scorpion?"

"He's already gone."

……

"Boss, I found it."

"In the old factory in the countryside, the location of the mobile phone location displayed by Yan Liangxi."

……

The modified military jeep is controlled by professionals like a cheetah, racing against the wind on such a dreary night.

……

Cover up the long scroll of life, and don't tell about death. Only by dying can she sleep with the years in peace, otherwise in the future, how can she still go on alone. Otherwise, how can she forget herself, and reinterpret the beginning and ending in someone else's play.

——Bai Luomei "You are Jinse, I am for the passing years"