Chapter 546

Mo Liancheng tore off his shirt and tied his bleeding shoulder in the car. The 40 minute journey took only ordinary time. Although his physical strength was almost overdrawn, Mo Liancheng still kept up his energy. He knew that Mu Qingqing must be waiting for him, so he could not be half lazy.

Along the way, moliancheng thought a lot, he seems to believe that this is God's intentional punishment for him. In the past, the feelings that were easy to get were not cherished by themselves. They were hoodwinked by hatred all day long, and they did a lot of harm to Mu Qingqing. When he began to regret that he wanted to make up for it, he had problems again and again, like having a pair of hands in the dark, always trying to capture Mu Qingqing from the life of moliancheng.

It's not good to feel that you may lose everything all the time. It's like cutting meat with a blunt knife. It's better to be shot at once.

Every minute and second since Mu Qingqing was kidnapped has become extremely difficult for Molian city. It seems that someone has grasped his neck invisibly. In addition to struggling desperately, he doesn't know what to do.

Dapu is different from butterfly mountain, where the terrain is dangerous, and the mountain road is difficult to walk. Moliancheng knows that it's not easy to be caught in such an environment. There are exits everywhere, especially for the mountain like Dapu, which has never been developed. If you want to hide it intentionally, let alone the police, even if the gods come, they may not be able to find them.

The sky, which is close to four o'clock in the morning, is gradually diluted from dark black to gray, and gradually brightens. Mo Liancheng's face is not good, his lips are pale and dry to almost crack, a large amount of blood loss, plus has been more than 24 hours without eating or drinking, if the ordinary people, I am afraid that would have fallen down.

The slightly polished day pointed the way to moliancheng. He saw a string of footprints on the irregular mountain road. If there were no footprints, someone should have come. Moreover, judging from the distribution of footprints, it was not only one person.

When Mu Qingqing is here, Mo Liancheng's heart seems to have hope at last. He walked carefully along the footprints and the trampled dirt roads. In the forest near the hillside, a simple wooden house was standing in the distance. Moliancheng observed the situation around him and seemed to be sure that there was no one inside.

He planned to go over to see if he could find any clues. Someone had drunk the discarded pure water bottle at his feet. His toes accidentally stepped on the empty bottle and made a creaking sound. Mo Liancheng's heart was startled. He carefully raised his foot and slowly approached the cabin.

Wooden houses are built with wide and thick boards. No one knows why there are such things here. However, in recent years, many outdoor enthusiasts who like to explore in Jiangcheng have organized a club to look for interesting wild mountains to explore, and it seems that this was once a stop.

Because the wooden boards of the wooden house were not polished and butted together, there was a big gap between the boards. The wind pushed through the middle and sent out sharp and piercing whines, which added a lot of strange color to the cold forest.

Because the sky has begun to shine, so a flash of black shadow between the wood just fell into the eyes of Mo Liancheng, and his vigilance was deeper.

The pace is slow, the sound is completely covered by the wind, and Mo Liancheng seems to notice that he is getting closer and closer to the shadow. He took a deep breath, flashed suddenly, took out his gun and pointed to the shadow's position. He almost pulled the trigger. Fortunately, the sky was enough for him to see the shadow's face clearly.

"Song Yan Shu?" Mo Liancheng's heart was immediately put down, until this time he found that he had just pointed his gun at Song Yanshu's head, and song Yanshu's gun was also aimed at his heart.

"Ah..." Mo Liancheng sneered, his eyes moved from the gun in Song Yan Shu's hand to him, "the speed is not bad!"

It can be seen that song Yanshu's expression also gradually relaxed from the extreme tension. Of course, when he found that the comer was not xiaochiyan and Kyoto people, but Mo Liancheng, he snorted coldly, put away his gun in his hand, and said with a trace of banter, "it's you, but your speed seems to be a little slower. I found here 20 minutes ago!"

"So what, the result is not the same as me!" Mo Liancheng also put away the gun, cold eye white song Yan Shu a look.

At this time, the two men did not want to continue fighting. They were all worried about the safety of Mu Qingqing. It turns out that there were signs of kidnappers in this room, including hemp rope stained with blood and traces of fighting.

Mo Liancheng is very much hope that Mu Qingqing don't temper, obedient cooperation, at least can suffer less pain, but it seems that everything is not what Mo Liancheng thought.

Song Yanshu took out the phone, but fortunately, there was still a signal. In the next half an hour, coffins were placed in various places in Jiangcheng, but there was no figure of Mu Qingqing. Obviously, all the extra actions after that were not aimed at Molian City, but at transferring the police force, so as to leave a lot of time for ourselves.

Mo Liancheng took a look at his watch. It was less than half an hour before the event began. At the same time, a discovery made by song Yanshu gave Mo Liancheng a decision, a very important decision."It was Sakura Koichi who kidnapped Qing Qing, not yoshihihiko. Maybe Sakura Koichi didn't know that her father had escaped from prison!" Song Yanshu pulled a piece of white yarn from a branch of a tree and said calmly that someone had accidentally hooked it here. Because the sky was almost bright, it was easy to see clearly.

In addition to this white yarn, Mo Liancheng and song Yan Shu also saw a lot of scattered blood.

"But live..." Mo Liancheng hesitated.

Song Yanshu also knew that his speculation seemed absurd, but after all, the picture in the live broadcast was not clear and the environment was dark. The woman sitting in the back was similar to Mu Qingqing, with her hair scattered and her face covered with bloodstains and bruises. If the kidnappers did not say, no one knew that Mu Qingqing was missing, perhaps no one could recognize whether the person in it was Mu Qingqing.

Mo Liancheng and song Yanshu seldom have the same opinion, but at this moment, their suspicions coincide.

Mo Liancheng fell into meditation. For a moment, he quickly took out his mobile phone and sent a short message to Zhong Lin.

"What is this?" Mo Liancheng asked.

Song Yanshu held up a piece of white gauze with the size of a palm in his hand, shook it in front of Mo Liancheng, and said, "what do you think this looks like?"