After the fake daughter’s mind was read, the real daughter posted crazy posts

Chu Mu sent the video to her elder brother and asked him to help her search for the license plate number.

A few minutes later, Chu Fang sent her a series of messages.

The owner of this white car is Luo Fan's younger brother.

In this case, she knows where to go!

She left the milk tea shop and went straight to the subway station. Then she transferred from the subway to the bus, then rode a shared bicycle, and finally walked to her destination.

The place she came to was an abandoned mental hospital in the suburbs. It was going to be demolished a few days ago. It was originally planned to be turned into a shopping mall, but then the city planning bypassed this area, and the mental hospital became a dangerous building standing here.

It's overgrown with weeds and easy to hide.

The nearest village here is several hundred meters away. Because of this special geographical reason, few people come here.

Even if there are people, they basically have adventure or some ulterior motives.

This is the place where Luo Fan kidnapped Sang Qingqing in the original book.

When Chu Mu arrived, Luo Fan and the others were not here yet.

She found a place to hide, and after about two minutes, a black Mercedes-Benz slowly drove over.

Chu Mu took off the camera brooch and pinned it to her hair. There was no obstruction to the view, making it easier to take pictures.

Chu Mu looked at the three people getting out of the car, one of whom was Luo Fan.

She was a little confused. Luo Fan kidnapped people and brought outsiders with him? Judging from the appearance of these three people, they should be of equal status. Doesn't Luo Fan do this to give others leverage?

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Chu Mu controlled his breathing and continued to observe.

Chu Mu watched the three people communicating outside for a few minutes, and then entered the lobby of the abandoned mental hospital together.

Not long after that, the white car arrived.

Chu Mu shrank from her aunt, still holding the milk tea straw in her mouth, hunched over, and sent a message to her elder brother.

She asked her eldest brother to find a disposable phone card to call the police. Out of all kinds of caution, Chu Mu did not use his own mobile phone to call the police!

Luo Fan's family is powerful. If he really finds out that she was the one who called the police, she will be doomed! Chu Mu still remembers that Luo Fan is a pervert!

When she reported it to the traffic police before, the other party took her down. If she did it again, Chu Mu really wasn't sure whether it would offend Luo Fan.

After sending the message, I got a "good" reply from my brother.

Chu Mu worked conscientiously as a living monitor. She tried hard to let the camera record inside the mental hospital, and she had to control herself not to expose herself, so she could only bend her back.

If you stay in this position for a long time, your waist will feel sore and painful.

In the lobby of the mental hospital, Sang Qingqing took off the sack from her head and saw Luo Fan and others standing in front of her.

"Master Luo, Luo? What do you want to do?" Sang Qingqing had a soft face, tears falling from his eyes, and his lips were slightly white because he was pursed because of nervousness and fear. He looked pitiful.

"Tsk, Master Luo, this is a beauty!"

The man standing to the left of Luo Fan, wearing a white suit and dyed white hair, smiled.

Luo Fan sat on the chair brought by his younger brother and sneered when he heard this: "Huh, beauty? Do you like it?"

Bai Mao waved his hands and said in a teasing tone: "I don't dare to take away Master Luo's love!"

Luo Fan chuckled softly, and then looked at Sang Qingqing, his face was full of obsession.

Sang Qingqing was a little panicked: "Luo, Master Luo?"

Luo Fan reached out to the side, and the younger brother standing aside handed him a dagger.

Seeing this, Sang Qingqing's pupils widened. She was tied to the chair behind her back, but she still struggled to move back.

The chair creaked, and the thick hemp rope scratched Sang Qingqing's wrist during the struggle. The bright red blood dripped on the ground and smashed into the white snow that fell in the gap on the roof. (End of chapter)