Chapter 905： Last message (1)

An Ziqi was awakened, and after checking the time, it was only after seven o'clock. Could it be that Xiao Moli that fellow went out early in the morning and forgot to bring the key?

Get up in a daze, put on slippers and open the door.

"Why don't you go out with..."

She didn't finish her words, but she saw Wuga, the little girl from the landlord's house outside the door, her face full of anxiety at the moment, her chest was still panting violently, apparently running all the way.

"What's wrong with Wuga? Do you want me to help?" An Ziqi rubbed her dim sleepy eyes and asked strangely.

"The boat... the boat has an accident?"

"What boat?" An Ziqi just woke up, still a little confused.

"Morning... the boat going to sea in the morning."

An Ziqi only felt that there was an instant bang in his mind, and only the words that the ship was in trouble were left.

There are not many residents on the island, and only two or three fishing boats go out to sea every morning.

In order to feed her fresh seafood, Xiao Moli would get up early in the morning to go fishing with the fishing boat.

His legs were soft, and his throat tightened, but he couldn't say anything when he wanted to speak.

After a while, he made a difficult voice, "What's the matter?"

"A tornado suddenly appeared on the sea, and a boat capsized. Now everyone is discussing saving people at my house. My sister will go with me."

As soon as Wuga's words fell, An Ziqi's eyes turned black, she couldn't help but sway, closed her eyes, and desperately told herself in her heart that it must not be the boat that Xiao Moli was in. He will be fine. He must not. Something will happen.

Efforts to calm himself down, he held his lower abdomen, raised his legs, and walked quickly towards Wuga's house.

Wuga followed behind her and ran towards her own house.

Originally, An Ziqi rented the house of Wuga's family, not far away.

When I entered the door, I heard the whispering sobbing of a woman and the voice of men discussing fiercely.

"The current situation is not suitable for rescue. We have completely lost contact with the ships going to sea and cannot determine where they are now." A middle-aged man said loudly.

"These are the places where we go fishing every day. We can look for them one by one." Wuga's father said anxiously.

His daughter's newlywed husband is also on the boat, so he is naturally anxious.

"What they encountered was a tornado. The ship might have been swept away or deviated from its position. The typhoon has already been affected and turned here. Now the rescue is looking for death." The middle-aged man scolded angrily.

"But, if you don't save them, do you want us to watch them die here?"

When An Ziqi heard these words, she could barely stand steady.

Wuga's mother was originally with her daughter. Seeing An Ziqi's situation, she hurriedly stepped forward to support her and comforted her, "Ann, you are still pregnant, don't worry."

How could An Ziqi not be anxious, grabbed her arm tightly, and asked with some rapid breathing, "Which ship has overturned?"

There were two or three boats going to sea, and she could only pray that Xiao Moli would never be in that boat.

Wuga's mother shook her head with red eyes, "I only received a distress message in the morning, and then completely lost contact with them."

There is also a radio station in the middle of the room that communicates with fishing boats on weekdays, and at this moment it is making a sound of electric current.

"The typhoon is likely to turn here soon. Our rescue equipment is not enough to resist. Now we can only try our best to seek help from the nearest city G." The middle-aged man said heavily.