Forensic without kites

Chapter 157 Blood on the Nib (60)

And Zhang Ziqian's heart almost jumped out.

"Ah! Mo Bai's mother doesn't eat meat, she is a Buddhist!"

Gu Jingnian's handsome side face seemed to be covered with a layer of eye cream, and the car broke through layers of night, his eyes seemed to be tightly covered by a hand.

Except for a burst of cold breath, he saw nothing.

"Drive faster!"

Mo Bai had no intention of going home at this point.

Zizhen lay on the bed, tossing and turning, unable to fall asleep.

His father had already fallen asleep, as if he was not worried about his son's whereabouts or whether he was safe.

She is different.Ever since her son joined the job, a job that ran counter to her religious beliefs, her mind was always restless, and she always woke up at night.

In the dream, I seemed to see the Buddha's low accusing eyes.

Besides enduring it silently, she didn't dare to tell anyone in the family, for fear that they would be worried.

Her son has grown up and has a job she likes. As a mother, she should be happy.

Especially when he was very lucky to meet an exceptionally good boss, although he was strict, he often gave him advice, which had a great influence on his son's future.

The smile that Zizhen grinned to the edge of her mouth froze instantly before it spread.

She has seen her son's boss before.

Superb technology, vigorous and resolute.

Except for very important murder cases, the son would not have stayed so late and not returned home.Is there any important case to deal with?But the son didn't call her today to tell her that there was a serious case to be dealt with and he would not come back.Usually, he will call back.

Throwing off the quilt, Zizhen put on a coat, stepped off the bed lightly, put on wool-toed slippers, opened the door and walked towards the living room.

The living room was pitch-dark, she was afraid of waking up his father, so she had no choice but to use the faint light to dial the number that had been memorized by heart.

The other party didn't answer, and there was a dull beeping sound repeatedly in the microphone.

She frowned and was about to put down the phone when there was an urgent knock on the door, which was exceptionally clear in such a dark night.

She smiled, quickly put down the phone, and walked out the door.

"Mobai? Is it Mobai? Oh, you kid, my mother will tell you! If you dare to stay out at night again, you won't even make a phone call. See if your mother is angry, and I won't let you Into... um..."

As soon as she opened the door, her voice with a little anger and surprise stopped abruptly.

A tall and thin black figure suddenly covered her mouth and nose, and after a while, Zizhen's body softened and she fell to the ground.

Another black figure strode in, squatted down, and carried her on his shoulders, and the two of them quickly disappeared into the depths of the dark night.

Mo Fei seemed to be awakened by a sound in his sleep, he opened his eyes, and habitually moved his hands to the side.

Empty.

He was startled.

Throwing off the quilt in a hurry, he stepped out of the bed with his bare feet. A gust of cold wind passed through the hall, and he suddenly realized that the door had been opened at some point.

For a moment, it seemed that someone was carrying a bucket of water and pouring it from head to foot.

He was trembling with cold.

"Xiao Zhen! Xiao Zhen!"

He staggered, took a few steps to the living room, but caught a glimpse of the telephone wire that had been subtracted in half, and the remaining half was stuck in midair.

A pounding heart sank to the bottom of the sea in an instant.

"Little Jane!"

He roared, and ran towards the thick night outside the door.

However, the night was thick, and there were only a few dim lights on the deserted streets.There were no pedestrians on the street.

Where is the half figure of Yi Ren in my heart?
Could it be that he aged ten years in an instant, and the cold and thick night instantly enveloped his slightly bent back.

Like a tide, everything behind him was submerged without a trace.

(End of this chapter)