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The rain outside was falling harder and harder. Shang Xiaomo's current mood was as misty as her surroundings, and the moment she heard this news, she felt as if the sky was about to collapse.

So anxious, so helpless, so helpless.

Not far away, there was a black off-road vehicle in the middle of a cement road. On the screen of the phone, Shang Xiaomo squinted her eyes in an attempt to see the situation more clearly.

"Wait a minute, is that Ji Yanxi's car?" Shang Xiaomo anxiously said, she could only be anxious.

"Yes, there's a problem with the engine, but the car can still run." Ke Jin had obviously noticed it too. The two of them walked forward and Ke Jin checked that there was no one inside the carriage. Outside the carriage, there were traces of a collision.

Logically speaking, if Mister was fine, he should have just left by car. However, if he was really busy, then there should be movement nearby.

Therefore, Ke Jin was also not sure what was going on with Ji Yanxi right now.

Shang Xiaomo sat on the bed and thought, at least the car glass could block the rain? Also, since Ke Jin is sitting in the car, it will not be so hard to find him, "Then why don't you drive the car to the entrance of the village? Wait until we go to the entrance of the village to slowly search, Ji Yanxi can't possibly be on the way, right? "

"But isn't it bad to drive? After all, the car is at the scene of a crime. Wu Qiong had already walked to the vicinity of the Land Rover. When he was looking for Ji Yanxi just now, he had already seen it.

"Now we are looking for Ji Yanxi, why do you not report the crime scene traces?" When Shang Xiaomo said this, Ke Jin felt that it was indeed reasonable.

"Miss Shang is right, it is true that I have been worrying too much." Ke Jin opened the door of the car, placed the phone in front of the car window, making it convenient for Shang Xiaomo to observe.

When Ke Jin got on the carriage, Shang Xiaomo saw the frozen bloodstain on the steering wheel and her heart sank. She had a bad premonition, that Ji Yanxi was …

Shang Xiaomo's eyes instantly filled with tears. With her head lowered, her shoulders continuously shook as she cried with sorrow.

"Why is there blood? Where did Ji Yanxi go? "

Ke Jin who was currently in a panic and out of shape, searched around the carriage to find some useful clues. In the end, other than the puddle of blood and the phone that Ji Yanxi left in the carriage, Shang Xiaomo did not find anything.

Seeing Shang Xiaomo like this, in order to not worry her, Ke Jin anxiously asked.

"Sir, he will be fine. He might have been saved."

Hearing that, Shang Xiaomo stopped her actions in an instant. Ke Jin was right, since she was no longer here, she might have been saved by someone else.

She looked at the drizzling rain on the video and asked worriedly, "Ke Jin, can you tell me the specifics? How did you know that Ji Yanxi was in a car accident?"

Ke Jin had already switched the camera to the front so that Shang Xiaomo could not see his expression, and could only hear his praise, "This is a long story."

….

"Long story short, you have to say it even if you don't want to." Hai Dongping had already walked to the door. He could no longer endure it any longer as he turned his head and scolded Xie Yuan in a low voice, "I'm not that familiar with that brat."

Xie Yuan had already repeated himself along the way. Even though he did not get the long story that Hai Dongping was saying, he still did not know what to say. He kept repeating that line, "This matter is not easy to explain."

Ji Yanxi, whose face was still completely red, continued to mutter to himself as he watched Hai Dongping enter while carrying the medicine bowl.

"Is it my illness?" Hai Dongping looked at Xie Yuan with her back facing her, quickly tell her what happened.

Xie Yuan could only helplessly walk over, and tell Ji Yanxi the things that Hai Dongping had just told him word for word in the most straightforward manner, "This is roughly what happened."

"I know." Ji Yanxi turned his head, his expression bland as he looked at the rooftop.

This reaction made Hai Dongping who had already prepared the medicine, frown: "What kind of reaction is this?"

Do you not believe my judgment or do you not care about your body?

Ji Yanxi's fever had almost subsided, his recovery had been strong since he was young, and now he no longer cared about the wounds on his forehead, he was even more unconcerned about those that had not arrived, and right now, the most important thing for him was to find Shang Xiaomo.

His eyes were staring straight at the old light bulb on the roof, and Ji Yanxi still spoke in the same tone as before, "These are not important to me."

"What are you thinking about in your head? That's not the point. What if a disaster happens in a moment?" Hai Dongping could not help but choke on Ji Yanxi again. Was this fellow not planning to take his life? What could be more important than this?

There really is one for Ji Yanxi, so he continued without changing his tone, "Let's talk about it after it has been brewed. I can't do anything about it now."

"Sea, he's still a patient. Control your temper." Xie Yuan stood up and pulled at Hai Dongqing's sleeve. Ji Yanxi looked a bit like he was being bullied.

"Alright, I won't argue with him." Hai Dongping placed the medicine in Xie Yuan's hand, and turned to look at Ji Yanxi as if he wanted to know the reason, "Then why don't you tell me what's the main point?"

"My question at first." At this time, Ji Yanxi was still thinking of contacting Ke Jin, but there were only two people who might not remember his question.

Just as expected, Xie Yuan and Hai Dongping looked at each other, then looked at Ji Yanxi with a questioning look, "What did you ask?"

"Do you two have cellphones?" Ji Yanxi could already see that, that Hai Dongping's words held some prestige, and he immediately retracted his gaze to look at him.

"Oh, I'd have forgotten if you hadn't." Hai Dongping had an understanding look, before he could even begin to speak of anything else, Xie Yuan had already opened her mouth.

"He does." The hand that Xie Yuan used to hold the medicine bowl trembled, and the medicine that Hai Dongping had meticulously prepared scattered for a third of the time, "Alright, Hai Yang, just lend it to the young lad."