He couldn't tolerate her suffering even a little bit, but now she could do nothing but stand here and knock on the door that no one had opened.
Wenze quickly sent someone over to open the door. The room was very clean, and there was not even a bit of garbage in the trash can. It was obvious that it had been cleaned just before going out.
Beichenxiao came to Wen Tong's bedroom. The bed was neatly folded, and there was a rag doll on the bedside.
He walked over and held the doll in his hand, the furry touch bringing a touch of warmth.
In addition to cars, Tintin's toys are pistols, and the doll is hers.
After all, she was still young and had the nature of a little girl. She usually liked dolls and other small things. He had seen her lingering outside some trinket shops many times. She looked innocent and looked like a little girl who had not grown up.
Beichen Xiao stared at the doll for a long time, and the doll's face suddenly turned into her smiling face, very close at hand.
"Xiao Tong." He was lost in thought and cried out.
The clock on the wall made a ticking sound, and the room was eerily quiet. No one responded to his call. He blinked, and there was only a lifeless doll in his hand.
Despair is overwhelming.
He lost her, how could he lose her? He promised to give her the happiness that women all over the world look up to.
Beichen Xiao closed his eyes lightly, a sourness slowly overflowing from his eyes. He held the doll in his hand tightly and raised his head.
Suddenly there was the sound of footsteps behind me, very light.
He turned around quickly and subconsciously exclaimed, "Xiao Tong."
Wen Ze stared at his pale face with worry. He had been running all day and had used up most of his physical strength and energy. He was afraid that he would not be able to support himself.
"What did you find?" Hiding the sourness in his eyes, Bei Chenxiao returned to his usual indifferent and aloof character.
Wen Ze shook his head, "Our people are searching non-stop and will notify you as soon as there are results."
He frowned, with obvious disappointment and anger.
I usually keep these people, but when I really need them, they turn out to be idiots. Is it so difficult to find just one person?
"Young Master, if the other party really wants to hide Miss Wen and the young master, I'm afraid they won't be able to find them in just one day. You should rest first. If even you fall down from exhaustion, these people will have no backbone.
, the efficiency will be even lower.”
"Rest? I don't even know whether she is dead or alive, how do you want me to rest?"
Beichen Xiao clenched his fists in annoyance, his starry eyes bursting with fierce flames.
As soon as he closed his eyes now, he would see her and her son's faces in front of him, criss-crossing, sometimes clear, sometimes blurry, sometimes smiling, sometimes crying, which drove him almost crazy.
"Okay, you can go back, I want to stay here."
When she is gone, he can at least protect her home and her breath.
As soon as his stubborn temper rose, Wenze knew that it was useless to persuade him, so he had no choice but to leave.
Beichen Xiao stayed in place like a piece of wood, staring at the baby on the bed in a daze.
Suddenly, his eyes turned and something seemed to be placed on the table beside him.
He strode over and took away the water glass. There was a painting under the water glass. When he saw the childish brushwork, he knew it was painted by Tintin.
He painted a scene of a family of three catching butterflies in the park. The father and mother were holding hands with bright smiles on their faces. The son was chasing a pink butterfly with a net in his hand.
The pictures are so lifelike that you can't tell they are just the work of a five-year-old child.
In the upper right corner, he wrote in crooked handwriting, "My favorite father and mother."
Bei Chenxiao's long fingers tightly grasped a corner of the painting, and the page curled up and wrinkled in his hands without even feeling it.
He resisted the sourness in his eyes and prevented the tears from falling. He held his forehead with one hand, pursed his thin lips tightly into a straight line, and fell crookedly on the bed.
My body is almost exhausted, but the pain in my heart is spreading uncontrollably.
At dawn, Widowmaker called and said that he had found a woman named Fang.
Bei Chenxiao sat up in a hurry. He hadn't closed his eyes all night. There was stubble on his chin, and there was a layer of blue-black under his eyes. He looked haggard.
"Master Chen, she is right next to me. I asked her to answer the phone."
When Bei Chenxiao heard a rustling voice coming from the other side of the phone, he felt nervous for no reason.
"What happened to Wen Tong?"
This familiar voice...
Bei Chenxiao seemed to be petrified, his whole body stood motionless, and the hand holding the phone gradually tightened.
"mom.."
There's no mistake, this is Fang Lan's voice, she really exists on the other end of the phone.
"Mr. Beichen, you are mistaken, I am not your mother." Fang Lan repeated coldly, "What happened to Wen Tong?"
Her refusal made Beichenxiao look painful, as if he was holding back an impulse, and the phone was about to break in his hands.
He didn't expect that the Aunt Fang Wen Tong mentioned was actually his mother Fang Lan. When did they meet and when did they become friends?
In fact, he should have thought that the fruit cake Wen Tong gave him could not be bought anywhere except in the town where he was born.
"Why are you with Wen Tong?" It took Beichen Xiao a long time to formulate a complete sentence.
"Did something happen to her? How could this happen?" Fang Lan completely ignored Beichen Xiao's question. She had already heard about the incident from Widowmaker. When she heard Beichen Xiao's hoarse voice, she was even more excited.
It is certain that Wen Tong is really in trouble.
"Mrs. Fang, please tell me exactly what happened yesterday so that we can investigate more easily." Widowmaker said at the side.
Fang Lan nodded and recalled: "I was shopping in the daily necessities department of the supermarket yesterday. Suddenly someone bumped into me, and then I smelled a strange fragrance. It was very strange. When I woke up, I was already
In a dark room."
"Where is that house? Can you see clearly?"
"No, they kept blindfolding me." Fang Lan had several stab wounds on her body, which were the work of those gangsters yesterday. Although they had been bandaged, they still hurt slightly.
"Later, they released me and asked me to talk to Wen Tong on the phone."
"What did she say?" Bei Chenxiao asked anxiously, this might be a clue.
"She told me to pack my things and come back immediately and not to go to Bincheng again. Then, when I asked her where she was, the person who sent me out cut off my phone call."
"Where they detained you, can you remember the general characteristics?"
Fang Lan recalled it carefully, "I felt like it was a warehouse, because one person seemed to say, this is some kind of broken place, everything is moldy."
"Recall again, the last time Wen Tong spoke to you, was the environment around her quiet or noisy?"
"It's very noisy, and there seems to be a dull knocking sound."