The beautiful hills and green fields passed by the car one by one. After more than an hour of boring journey, the bus drove into the Rongcheng urban area, and the speed gradually slowed down.
“The ocean is here.”
"Is there anyone going to get off Qianyu?" The followers' traffic bus drove past the ocean station. The driver habitually looked up and asked loudly.
“There are some.”
Mo Tieyan hurriedly pulled Li Piaoqian off the bus slowly. It seemed that it was not slow, but it was seven or eight meters away from the last seat to the front door, but only three steps were taken.
When the tourists saw this amazing scene, their heads were unable to turn around in time. The other party had just stood up from the seat, so why did they get off the bus in just a few seconds? Even the knowledgeable driver was in a short while.
In astonishment.
“Doudu,,”
It was still waves of horn sounds from behind that woke him up, "It's a hell." He cursed, and the driver hurriedly started the car and drove away from Qianyu Bus Station.
"I've sold newspapers, and the latest follow-up reports on the missing child and infant case are all in the Straits Metropolis Daily, one dollar per copy." Li Piaoqian held Mo Tieyan's arm and walked on the street like a couple. Various abortions passed by, and suddenly,
In front of me, a thirteen or fourteen-year-old boy was holding a large stack of newspapers in his left hand and waved his right hand.
"Have there any progress in the disappearance of the child baby? I heard that fifteen more baby boys were missing last night. I don't know what these police are doing. It's been several days since the murderer was caught." Several people immediately surrounded him.
The newspaper seller, more people choose to ignore it and keep it aloof. This is the principle of most people.
"Oh, there are not only fifteen, but twenty, including Taijiang District and Jin'an District. Now, children and babies are missing in the five districts. I don't know if it was the unethical thing that bastard turtle did."
The boy who sold newspapers bought a copy and looked at the eye-catching title "The number of missing children and babies has reached twenty before the publication of the press!" and shook his head and sighed.
"State of the God of Horse? Get me one!"
Mo Tieyan felt that this incident was a bit unusual, so he hurriedly went forward to buy a Straits Metropolis Daily, and read the missing child from beginning to end, his face becoming increasingly ugly.
"What's wrong?"
Li Piaoqian could feel an uncontrollable anger in Mo Tieyan's heart that was rising, and hurriedly held his left hand and comforted him.
"This is the fifth time, and no trace is left every time. No matter how they defend, their son will disappear inexplicably at night. Who do you think this will be done?" Mo Tieyan said with an ugly face.
"It is probably only those who have such ability." Li Piaoqian was stunned, and then realized Mo Tieyan's meaning. Except for them, those who are unpredictable cultivators, who can have such ability?