Chapter 756

In November, Haicheng, in the middle of the night, there is no one on the street, the shops on both sides are closed, the street lights are dim, and the distance is dark, just like the heart of Gu Jingxing, which is helpless and floating.

Yang Haitao almost finished smoking two packs of cigarettes in his car. The smell of smoke in the carriage was almost choking. Yang Haitao did not dare to persuade him, so he drove around aimlessly.

"Do you know what car Han Yue drove out of here?"

"Military vehicle, military jeep, license plate number is Hai 86597, military green."

"Let's go to the small hotels everywhere. If there is a military vehicle, it should be very conspicuous."

"Well..."

His hand was shaking with his cigarette.

Yang Haitao released his hand and patted him on the shoulder: "it will be OK. Don't worry."

Gu Jingxing's brows wrinkled into mountains and rivers, and his heart was always colic. As time passed by, he didn't know what kind of torture his little ran was suffering in his invisible place, which almost drove him crazy.

However, the culprit ran away and hid in his invisible place. He didn't know where to vent his anger. He felt that he was powerless.

The fire of the cigarette almost burnt out his butt and almost burned his finger. Then he suddenly found that a cigarette had been smoked again.

It was late at night. It was more than one o'clock. He put out his cigarette butt and grabbed his face. His eyes were full of helplessness and despair. In his 25 years of life, he realized what despair was for the first time. It was his father's car accident. He could not go to College and he had never experienced the despair.

The car is still in the long street around, hotels, large and small, they all went in to see, all asked, but nothing.

Nothing!

Gu Jingxing hit the wall post at the door of the hotel, and the back of his hand was dripping with blood. Yang Haitao was worried: "Jingxing, don't do this. Let's continue to look for it. We will find it, and we will find it."

In the early morning, song ran did not dare to sleep. The incandescent lamp on his head swayed with the wind leaking from the window. The man sat on the sofa in front of him and fell asleep.

She has been cold enough to lose consciousness. It hurts everywhere. It hurts so much that she wants to close her eyes and go into a complete coma.

There was no sound outside except the wind. She did not dare to sleep. She looked around the house while the man was asleep.

The house was very old. During the day, he heard a man click on the stairs. It looked like a foreign house.

And it's an old house.

As far as she knows, there are not many old houses in Haicheng. They are all in the urban area, mainly in Tianzifang, Jing'an road and Huaihai Road, and Changshu Road, which will be demolished.

She had to wait until dawn, after which she would listen to the outside world and make her judgment.

The process of waiting for dawn was such a torment. On November night, she was wearing a wet dress. It was as if the winter of 1949 had fallen into the ice hole, which made her shiver.

Finally, in endless despair, she seemed to see that the window was becoming brighter, and the East was white, just as the darkness at the bottom of her heart was dispelled little by little.

Western style houses are surrounded by living areas. By 4:00 or 5:00, some people will come out to sell breakfast, steamed stuffed buns, fried dough sticks and soybean milk. But now No, no sound.

It was always quiet outside, not even the barking of dogs. It was so quiet that people felt flustered.