Liang Jinmo could feel what Liang Han wanted to say, it was dangerous......

Although he didn't know what the danger was and who would lead it, Liang Jinmo could feel the existence of the threat from Liang Han's emotions.

Liang Han's heart has suppressed emotions, accompanied by faint sorrow.

It's very strange, originally, what Liang Han wants, Liang Jinmo can't know.

However, he could feel it clearly.

At first, Liang Jinmo didn't hear it, but he just had a sense of security.

Now, the voice and the image in front of me exist at the same time.

A slightly cool wind blew from behind Liang Jinmo.

It was as if it had been controlled, and the wind filled this corner of the park.

The clothes of the two people in front of him moved slightly, and their hair flew in the wind, but the next moment, the picture was still again, and Liang Jinmo noticed that the fear in his heart began to rise.

"Don't be afraid! You are just an observer, no threat can threaten you, let's make the picture move, Liang Jinmo, let the picture move. ”

It's that voice.

At this time, the empathy is clearly dominated by external forces.

Liang Jinmo's breathing began to be rapid.

What to do? The concussion in his ribcage began to be violent, accompanied by the tugging of pain.

It was as if a very thin steel wire was tightening his chest, as if it was about to sink into his flesh.

Pain, but more oppression, depression.

"Relax, inhale, exhale, yes, relax, maintain your breathing rate. You're doing a great job, keep it up. Liang Jinmo, now imagine that you are just looking at a painting, a painting on TV, or a painting in a picture frame on the wall, all of this happens in the painting you see. Yes, relax...... Next, the characters in the painting moved, right, what do you see? ”

The little Qin Ningxiang was blown by the wind and exposed her ears as white as mutton fat jade, and her tender hands like shallots brushed her ears, but she didn't catch the hair that was blown up by the wind.

The corner of Liang Han's suit was quickly blown up by the wind, revealing a smooth trouser tube, and the fabric was smooth and glowing with a faint sheen.

"Baby, you'll be safe." Liang Han bowed slightly, and the whole person stood in a regular manner, following the temptation.

"Uncle, I miss my mother." Qin Ningxiang lowered her head, her tone slightly aggrieved.

Liang Han shrugged helplessly, and looked at Qin Ningxiang dotingly, "It turns out, little baby, you are going to find your mother." You tell your uncle that your mother is there and that your uncle will take you there, and you won't get lost. ”

"Mom should still be in the movie city on Fairview Road, where the three of us were just now."

"Okay, do you remember your mother's phone number? We can call her. When you hear her voice, you won't be scared, will you? ”

Qin Ningxiang seemed to say a number, and then happily said something through Liang Han's mobile phone, jumping happily, like a little white rabbit.

"Baby, when you see your mother, don't tell her yet, your mother will be worried about the strange brother and sister you just had. You tell her that you want to buy balloons, so you go with your sister who sells balloons. Good no good. Uncle will take you there now, and then buy you a balloon, and when you get to the place that your mother said on the phone just now, you will bravely walk over to meet your mother alone, okay? Uncle will definitely send you there safely and reuniting with your family. Liang Han touched Qin Ningxiang's head, looked at her with great affection, and stretched out his hand, "Is it okay?" Would you like to go with your uncle? ”

Qin Ningxiang looked up at the friendly Liang Han and nodded, "Thank you, uncle." Uncle, you are so good, are you a policeman? But you don't have a hat. ”

Liang Han smiled and thought the child was very interesting, "Does the baby know the police?" ”

"Oh, Uncle must be solving the case! It's so powerful, I won't tell anyone. ”

"Recognize. I know, my uncle is plainclothes and is solving crimes. ”

"Don't tell anyone, that little darling. Is it good for us to pull the hook. ”

"Pull the hook, whoever repents is a puppy!"

Qin Ningxiang stretched out her little hand, Liang Han took Qin Ningxiang's hand and led her to turn to the left, but behind them were a few black shadows, as if they were still holding a murder weapon in their hands, constantly approaching them, getting closer to them......