Chapter 47: Traces

The call was made by Wu Fan, his mobile phone was in his pocket, and all the clothes were knocked into a medical bag by the nurse and handed to Wan Li, and he can only call Wan Li with his home phone now. However, he never thought that using an unfamiliar phone call in the middle of the night would make a woman feel scared and refused to answer.

The phone was dialed several times, but Wan Li didn't answer, and Wu Fan had to give up.

Putting down the phone, Wu Fan came to the refrigerator in the kitchen in the dark, took out a bottle of juice, poured a glass, and then came to the balcony with the cup.

Chen Xin and his little cousin were both sleeping, and he was the only one who was still awake at this time.

The moonlight tonight is not bright, but Wu Fan's mood is the best these days, looking at the dim street lamps in the distant streets, and the world park in the distance sleeping quietly under the moonlight, he took a sip of juice, let the hot wind blow his face, and his mood was immersed in a joyful atmosphere.

When he was in the mountain city, he went to the mountains to catch small beasts, standing on the top of the mountain and looking at the moon, the scenery was far better than now, he had no time to feel it, but now such a poor scenery and air made him feel addicted.

The more lives are at risk, the greater the potential of human beings. Being stabbed today shows his lack of experience, but it also brings him an opportunity to reach a deeper level of his experience of nameless qigong.

In just a few days from his mother's disappearance to his arrival in the East China Sea, Wu Fan encountered two leaps: one financial, and the other physical. Both of them made Wu Fan feel unusually stimulated, which made his future life more full of scenery.

"Father, mother, your son will catch up step by step, and Donghai will also become the starting point of my life, and I will become an excellent policeman. The day after tomorrow, I will go to special training, and your son will never disgrace you. ”

When it is quiet these days, he thinks of his mother and worries about his safety. During this period, Uncle Shi talked to him on the phone several times, and he also asked if there was any news of his mother.

Living in poverty makes it easier for children to grow up and makes them stronger.

In the past few days, although Wu Fan has not fully walked out of the shadow of his mother's disappearance, he has been adapting to a new life and a new career, and gradually he has found his life direction.

Standing on the balcony, looking at the endless starry sky, the blink of faith, the starlight converges and condenses into the face of my mother. At that time, my mother was young and quiet, and her weak appearance hid a strong heart, and no matter how difficult life was, she never lost the smile on her face.

"Mom, don't worry, I will live a good life, and I have improved my father's qigong mantra again. When I break through to a higher level, I will go to you, and you must live well. ”

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The night was dark, and at the same time, in the small mountain city, on the abandoned construction site, three black shadows appeared like ghosts outside the small courtyard where Wu Fan and his mother had lived for more than three years.

The black figure slowly condensed into three men and women in black tight-fitting suits, the three of them were slender and well-proportioned, wearing silver masks on their heads, and even their eyes were covered. In the moonlight, there was a faint silver glow, which seemed cold and boundless.

The only woman of the three, with a delicate posture, flew into the courtyard like a night bat on her tiptoes and jumped into an open window. The remaining two people glanced around vigilantly, and whispered softly in the courtyard, as if waiting for the return of the women in the few rooms.

Shaoqing, the woman returned to the two of them.

"Nobody, like no one has lived in a long time. It's so bad here, how could a snow fox live in such a dirty place. You're not misplaced, are you?" the woman asked the thinnest of the three.

"Can't be wrong, I've done a detailed investigation. Snow Fox has always been cautious in doing things, and if we caught her so easily, then she wouldn't be Snow Fox. But it doesn't matter, Snow Fox has lived in seclusion in this small city for twenty years, leaving too many traces, and more importantly, she has a son. As long as we find her son, we won't worry that Snow Fox won't come to us. Piao Wu, Piao Qi, we have to carefully investigate what clues are left here. ”

As he spoke, he walked into the humble workshop and rummaged through some daily items.

Although there were no lights in the room, and the three of them did not take off their masks, everything in the room was swept into the brains of the three of them by the magical mask in the dark.

The room looked like it had been burned by fire, and it was black everywhere, and there were hardly any complete objects inside and outside the room, let alone valuable clues.

After searching for more than an hour, when the three of them got together again, Scoop San held a notebook that had been burned out more than half in his hand, Piao Wu held a few pieces of rags in his hand, Piao Qi held two glass pills in his hand, one medicine bottle still had a few light blue pills, and the other bottle had some white powder.

The gas explosion made by Shi Guozhi ignited a fire, and then after the high-pressure faucet of the fire brigade, it was impossible to say that the three of them were lucky enough to find so many items that they thought were valuable.

Looking at the items placed on the bluestone slab, Piaoshan took off his mask, a pale face, and a pair of gloomy eyes were exposed to the moonlight.

With a wave of his hand, the notebook flew into his hand as if it had spread its wings.

Piao San first sniffed the notebook with his nose, then flipped through the notebook page by page, and sniffed each piece of paper with his nose, and then handed it to the woman named Piao Wu to put away, and he picked up the other two items and sniffed them one by one with the same nose magic, and then it was the end of the matter.

Strangely, in this process, Piao San didn't look at it with his eyes, as if after sniffing through his nose, he remembered all the handwriting, patterns, etc. on it.

"Third brother, what clues are left?" Another man named Piao Qi asked when he saw Piao San wearing a mask.

"There is an extremely thin, snow-capped mountain cave on the book. To be sure, Snow Fox left the seed stone to her son!" Piao San exhaled lightly and said firmly.

"The seed stone needs the blood of the yang essence, and it is the essence blood of a virgin and the special aura of the Xuanyang before it can be refined, could it be that the seed stone has already been refined by her son?

"Refining, how can it be so easy! Xuanyang's cultivation formula, even if we see it, it is like reading a book from the sky, even if our master has cultivated for so many years before entering the hall, how can a child practice it. Besides, the blood of the yang essence is not effective with the blood of any man, and the master said that an extremely special bloodline is needed to stimulate the protective film of the seed stone...... Hmph, even if he happens to be refined, as long as we find him and let the master read his soul memory, we can also get the things recorded in the seed stone. The snow fox is injured and will not be a major problem. Piao Qi, Piao Wu, next step I will bring things back to the door, you have to focus on tracking the snow fox's son, and the tracking of the snow fox can be postponed for a while. ”

With a wave of his hand, the notebook, strips of rags, and two glass medicine bottles magically disappeared. Then, Piao San pinched the trick with his left hand, and a white mist came out of his body to cover his body, and when the mist dissipated, Piao San had disappeared without a trace.

"The third senior brother's escape technique is getting more and more magical!" Watching Piao San leave, Piao Wu's face was full of admiration, and he said lightly: "Old Seven, let's go find a hotel to stay in, and spend a few days in this small city, looking for all the traces left by the snow fox mother and son." ”

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