He Is Warmer Than Time

Haicheng in November, late at night, long street, no one on the street, all the shops on both sides are closed, the street lights are dim, the distance is dark, just like Gu Jingxing's heart, there is no support, wandering.

The two packs of cigarettes in Yang Haitao's car were almost finished by him. The smell of the cigarettes in the car was almost choking. Yang Haitao did not dare to persuade him. He only drove the car and dangled aimlessly.

"Do you know what car Han Yue came out to drive?"

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

"Then let's go to various small hotels, if there are military vehicles, it should be quite conspicuous."

"Ok……"

His hand holding the cigarette kept shaking.

Yang Haitao freed his hand and patted him on the shoulder: "It will be fine, don't worry."

Gu Jingxing's brows were furrowed into mountains and rivers, and his heart was still cramping. Time passed by. He didn't know how tortured his Xiao Ran in a place he couldn't see. This simply drove him crazy.

However, the culprit escaped, hiding in a place he couldn't see, and he didn't know where to vent his anger. He felt that he was so powerless.

The cigarette fire almost burned the cigarette butt, and almost burned his fingers before he suddenly realized that a cigarette was finished again.

It was late at night, and it was more than one o'clock. He squeezed out his cigarette butt, reached out and took his face away. His eyes were full of helplessness and despair. In twenty-five years of his life, the first time he experienced despair was his father's car accident. He was unable to go to university and never The despair I have experienced.

The car was still going around on the long street. They all went in and looked at inns and hotels big and small. They all asked, but found nothing.

Nothing!

Gu Jingxing slammed a fist on the wall pillar at the entrance of the inn, and blood dripped on the back of his hand. Yang Haitao was anxious: "Jingxing, don't do this, let's keep looking. Keep looking. You will find it, and you will definitely find it."

In the early morning, Song Ran didn't dare to sleep. The incandescent lamp above his head shook with the wind leaking in from the window. The man sat on the sofa in front of him and fell asleep.

She was so cold that she lost consciousness, and it hurts everywhere, so she closed her eyes and fell asleep completely.

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

The house is very old. During the day, he heard the sound of a man stepping on the stairs, which looked like a bungalow.

And it's still a very old bungalow.

As far as she knows, there are not many old houses in Haicheng this year. They are all in the urban area. They are mainly distributed on Tianzifang, Jing'an Road and Huaihai Road. There is also a Changshu Road that will be demolished.

She has to wait for dawn, and after dawn, listen to the movement outside, and then make judgments.

The process of waiting for dawn was such a torment. On the night of November, she wore a damp dress, as if she had fallen into an ice cave in the cold of Forty-Nine, and she shivered in the cold.

Finally, in the endless despair, she seemed to see the window light up little by little, and the whiteness of the belly appeared in the east, just as the darkness in her heart was scattered little by little.

The bungalow area is surrounded by living quarters. It is reasonable to assume that at four or five o'clock, there will be a burden to sell early, steamed buns, doughnuts, soy milk will be screaming endlessly, but now...no, there is no sound.

The outside is always quiet, there is no dog barking, quiet enough to make people panic.