Prosperity and luxury: Madam is crazy

Numerous black-clothed bodyguards searched in the forest.

It was raining and snowing all day yesterday, and the moisture in the forest was hard to dissipate. There was a layer of fog floating in the sky, blocking people's sight.

The lower the temperature in the forest, Mu Yeqin was wearing a padded jacket and shivered when he entered here, and his heart became more anxious.

Fu Shiyun's voice echoed in his ears: "Yeqin, no, has she already run out?"

There were small monitors flying in the sky. On Fu Shiyun's side, every screen showed the situation in every place in the forest, and they were nowhere to be seen.

Mu Yeqin's eyes were always red, "Ayun, you are mainly in charge of the outside, and leave the forest to me."

"it is good."

On the wide and straight road, the slender figure staggered forward. The road surface was cold and hard. The flesh and flesh stuck together, and the flesh and blood were torn off. The old wounds were not healed, and new wounds piled up.

The soles of her feet were no longer intact, and the footprints left on the road were incomplete, all freshly torn flesh and blood stained red.

On the first day, Mu Yeqin did not find her.

The next day, Mu Yeqin found the mottled blood on the road. He remembered the bloody footprints in the forest, squatted on the ground, and held his heart for a long time.

On the third day, he found her, but in an instant, he lost the news again...

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"Sir, the test results are back, do you know whose blood it is?"

"Say it quickly, don't be tricky," Si Jin stared at the policeman in a white coat in front of him.

The police officer said, "Hu Yaohong's daughter."

He was holding a document in his hand, and Si Jin took it and flipped it over.

This is the test result, which shows that there are two sets of DNA patterns, one is from Nian Bai, and the other is from Hu Yaohong's missing daughter.

The factory owner in Nancheng, Hu Yaohong, was killed in a police station by a bizarre bombing.

This blood was collected from the broken mirror in Nian Bai's house.

The handwriting on the mirror was made of blood. When she hit the mirror, she hurt her hand. Her blood covered the blood on the mirror. The police detected two sets of DNA patterns.

"Hu Yaohong's daughter..."

Si Jin muttered to herself, and turned her head to look at the small whiteboard with a bunch of photos on it. On it, there were Hu Yaohong, Falun, and Feng Ruyan...

He used a whiteboard pen to draw lines, connecting these people with the human silhouette in the middle.

It's just an outline circled by lines, without facial features, and a question mark next to it.

Si Jin's gaze seemed to burn through the outline, and she murmured: "You left the words, did you make all of this?"

"Sir, it's not good—" a little police officer hurried in and forgot to knock on the door, "Interpol has received news that the daughter of the Fu family in Shangcheng is missing, and there is also the Bai family. Said to be, was exterminated..."

The little police officer bit down on the last few words very lightly, speaking in a panic.

Si Jin's heart was pounding, and she stared at him, "Miemen? No one survived?"

The little policeman nodded and shook his head, "I heard that the young master of the Bai family escaped and fled to Zihai City, but now he can't find anyone."

"Sir, Interpol wants you to..."

"I see," Si Jin raised his hand to interrupt him, "Order it down, Young Master Bai, you must find it."

If you can't find it, you have to find it.

"Yes."

There were snowflakes in the sky, and the hair of the person curled up in the corner covered her face, and the broken skirt could not cover her feet. Her bare feet were exposed in the snow, black, blue, and red.

She was shivering, and looked at the passers-by on the road through the gap in her hair. Some people bent down and put two banknotes at her feet.

She thought they were going to do something, and she shrank her feet back in fright.

Staring blankly at the two banknotes, she didn't seem to know what they were, watching them being gently blown by the wind, getting farther and farther away from her.

It took a long time for her to react. She tilted her head to look left and right, raised her head slightly, and inadvertently met her fierce eyes. She was startled, almost cried out, and shrank even more into the corner.

She watched the bill float farther and farther, farther and farther...

She raised her head secretly again, and found that the fierce gaze was gone, and no one noticed her anymore, so she dared to crawl out to pick it up.

Unexpectedly, two beggars ran over and snatched her ticket.

She pouted angrily, bad guy, why did you rob me?

Someone put two banknotes again, she grinned, good man...

This time, she quickly picked up the things left by the good people to avoid being snatched away again. The smell of steamed buns came from across the street, and she followed the smell to find them.

"Steamed buns, delicious big steamed buns..."

The boss was yelling, and two banknotes were stretched out in front of his eyes, and the snowflakes fell on them and melted.

The boss was stunned. The person in front of him had his head down and his hair was disheveled. He couldn't see her face clearly. He was wearing a work uniform full of holes, which couldn't protect him from the wind and cold.

This is what she picked up on the road.

The skirt reaches the knee, the legs are bare, the feet are bare...

"Alas," the boss saw that she was pitiful, and didn't ask for money, so he wrapped four big steamed buns for her.

A little girl tugged at her clothes, she looked over, the little girl smiled sweetly at her, holding a big roasted sweet potato in her hand, and handed it to her.

A little girl selling baked sweet potatoes.

She bowed to both the boss and the little girl, took the things, and left.

The snow was getting bigger and bigger, and in the empty narrow alley, she was sitting on the ground against the wall, gobbling steamed buns, with a bottle of unscrewed mineral water at her feet, which she just bought at the canteen.

The wounds all over her body were burning hot, but she didn't seem to feel it, she just kept feeding things into her mouth.

She seemed to hear something flying above her head, and when she raised her head, a small silver thing resembling a mosquito was buzzing in front of her, she was startled, sir?
Dodge Mister, Dodge Mister...

Can't let him find her, can't see him, can't hurt him...

She got up in a panic and ran out. The sweet potato on her lap fell to the ground, she forgot the water, and holding the steamed bun in her arms, she stumbled and fell forward, and the steamed bun rolled several steps away.

She got up again, ignoring everything else, and ran outside.

This scene fell into the eyes of the man behind the screen, and his heart clenched.

Her ability to escape and hide seemed innate, and in an instant, her husband couldn't find her again.

This has always been the case these few days, her news came and went, affecting Mu Yeqin's heart.

There was a sea of ​​people, and he was driving here, looking at the car display screen from time to time, but her figure disappeared again inside.

Looking out of the window again, his eyelashes trembled, he sucked his nose heavily, his eyes were flushed.

She managed to evade the nearby bodyguards and disappeared under his nose again.

As night fell, the department store was crowded with people, and the figure in the toilet cubicle hugged his knees and huddled on the ground, holding the rabbit on his chest tightly in his hand.

Her stomach was growling, and the time passed by. When she couldn't bear it, she opened the door secretly.

First poked his head out to look around, no one was there, and then walked out gently.