Chapter 544

There are more and more onlookers at the gate of Mohist group. Zhong Lin is very nervous and quickly asks people to dispose of the coffin, and cooperates with security personnel to organize the crowd to disperse.

But let the public did not expect is that Mu Qingqing's comeback is in this form in everyone's line of sight. Live broadcast has only a short five minutes, but the amount of broadcast is astonishing, even directly causing the server of the website to go down. Jiangcheng tonight, it seems destined to sleep.

Although Zhong Lin knows that things can't be covered, in order to avoid affecting the activities of tomorrow, he must deal with the unexpected situation as much as possible.

Obviously, the person who kidnapped Mu Qingqing is clearly demonstrating to Molian city.

Zhong Lin, who is busy dealing with emergencies, has not even found that his president has quietly left the Mohist building. When he comes back to his senses, the silver gray Aston Martin of Molian city has disappeared quickly at the street corner like an arrow leaving the string.

The silver gray luxury car stops at the foot of the butterfly mountain. Mo Liancheng pushes open the door and rushes up the mountain without even thinking about it. Butterfly mountain is not a big mountain, and its location is not remote. Therefore, in less than 30 minutes, moliancheng has arrived here, where Mu Qingqing's mobile phone signal last appeared.

At two o'clock in the middle of the night, the sky was thick as ink dye, the cold wind was piercing, and it swept the earth without hesitation, almost freezing people. Molian City, wearing only a coat, entered the jungle without any light.

Due to the continuous rain and fog in the mountain a few days ago, the road is not easy to walk. The muddy thin layer of wet soil constantly makes the feet of Mo Liancheng, who is rushing up the mountain, slip. If Mo Liancheng had not been a director of Jiangcheng mountaineering enthusiasts Association, it would have been very difficult for ordinary people to walk in such mountain roads with leather shoes, let alone look for directions.

Just to say love well, moliancheng never really liked anything. At the beginning, it was just for the sake of business that he got close to a government official and joined the Mountaineering Association. However, moliancheng can be regarded as a very talented person. Even if he doesn't really like it, he can still achieve the outstanding position in every field he is in, which has to be admired.

Before going up the mountain, Mo Liancheng picked a flashlight among the spare tools in the car. Fortunately, there is still a trace of light at present, which can at least barely see the direction. On weekdays, this mountain is not a wild mountain. People often come to explore the way, so many roads have taken shape for a long time.

The last location of Mu Qingqing's mobile phone signal is in a place in the mountains. Moliancheng follows the positioning and goes all the way. His heart always mentioned that the feeling of powerlessness was the most irritating, especially when a man born to be king could not even protect his own woman, which was almost enough to make people crazy.

After 20 minutes, moliancheng finally got closer to the reality. He even estimated that his expensive leather shoes had been scratched by the scattered branches along the road, and he could not take into account the dirty soil on his body.

Seeing the distance from 100 meters, gradually shortened, and finally the scene in front of me still almost suffocated Molian city. His hands hold a layer of fine sweat, cold spread all over the body.

's eyes are as like as two peas at the door of Mohist group. In such a gloomy cold mountain, this scene can not help to make people scalp and grow cold, as if the wind occasionally gets cold and piercing.

The edge of the coffin is still bright red, like bloodstains of eye-catching stains, Mo Liancheng did not hesitate to throw the flashlight on the ground, two hands a little effort to open the heavy coffin cover, pushed aside.

Heavy wood fell on the wet soil and made a dull sound. Almost half of the sound was swallowed up by the cold air pressure, and turned into an invisible sword and pierced into the heart.

Mo Liancheng's heart suddenly fell down. Even if rational analysis tells him that no matter who kidnapped Mu Qingqing is Xiaochi Yingxue or xiaochiyan, according to their father and daughter's personality, if they really intend to play tricks, they will not let themselves find Mu Qingqing's position, but even the slightest possibility still concerns about Mo Liancheng's heart.

He was very afraid. He did not know which time and in which coffin he saw Mu Qingqing's body by surprise.

His hands were covered with sticky, wet and unknown liquid left on the edge. Mo Liancheng smelled it. Fortunately, it was not blood, but a disgusting smell of cheap expired sauce. This time inside the coffin is a lock of hair and Mu Qingqing's mobile phone.

The signal is from here. That's right. But when Mo Liancheng looks at everything in front of him, he suddenly feels that his investigation direction seems to be drawn by others. It seems that every step is a trap and trap set by the other party. If as like as two peas at the door of the Mohist group were warned, this time, the kidnapper would bring him here, and he would never do anything similar to the first time.

But when Molian city had already realized that he had been cheated, a sharp arrow suddenly shot out of nowhere in the dark mountain forest. Mo Liancheng can't dodge, the sharp sword head scrapes the skin of Mo Liancheng's shoulder and pierces it, and it is nailed to the tree trunk beside the city."Er..." Mo Liancheng uttered a heavy groan, and a burst of pain spread from his shoulder to his whole body. He subconsciously raised his hand to cover his shoulder. He only felt a warm blood flowing from his fingers and wet his clothes.

"Who!" Mo Liancheng responded quickly. He quickly analyzed the direction of the cold arrow. He raised his hand and pulled the trigger against the darkness. The sound of a gun equipped with a muffler was not very loud, but he still started a flying creature sleeping in the forest. In an instant, the quiet mountain forest made a loud noise.

When Mo Liancheng finds out, a figure has quickly flashed and disappeared at the end of the darkness.

"Koichi, don't let me find you!" Mo Liancheng gnaws his teeth and murmurs to himself. There are many people who want the life of Mo Liancheng. However, those who dare to pay and take practical actions and are stuck in this period of time will never be the second person except xiaochiyan.

But to be sure, Mu Qingqing is definitely not on the butterfly. Mo Liancheng covers his shoulder wound and stumbles down the mountain. If it was not for their own injuries, coupled with the urgency of looking for mu Qingqing, no one could escape from the sight of Molian city.