She actually saw Song Xiaobao and saw her baby son on the helicopter!

Damn, she should be faster!

Song Yiran clenched her fists hard, her eyes filled with anger and reluctance. She could only watch the helicopter disappear until the phone rang.

"Ranran, how are you?"

"It's okay, I'll run away."

She must have read it wrong. Since the other party captured Xiaobao, how could he let him come out with these murderers without blinking?

Song Yiran shook his head, put this matter behind his head, turned around, and returned the same way with a strong resentment.

After returning to the hotel, taking a shower to relieve her fatigue. Song Yiran returned to the bedroom with a little depressed feeling, Li Shaoyan couldn't help but frown. He took a towel to wipe her wet hair, and massaged her fingertips from time to time.

"What's wrong? I've been feeling in a state of energy since I just came back. I'm too tired?"

"No, nothing."

Song Yiran shook her head and leaned in Li Shaoyan's arms without any energy. Seeing that she didn't want to speak, Li Shaoyan did not force her. After drying her hair, she simply massaged Song Yiran in her current position until the person in her arms fell asleep drowsyly.

Carefully put the person in her arms on the bed, Li Shaoyan leaned over and kissed her lightly on her forehead.

"Just have a good sleep, just get up."

That night, Song Yiran slept extremely uneasy. Song Xiaobao always appeared in his dreams, his face tight and his eyes were cold and ruthless, as if he had lost all his emotions. He was holding a gun in his hand and his fingers pulled the trigger without hesitation.

The person in front fell down, and the center of his eyebrows penetrated more than a bullet. The red and white blood and brain matter flowed out, cruel and ruthless.

No, no, that's not her little baby!

How could her little baby kill someone? He is still a child, at most a smart genius. He is still so young, how could he kill someone!

"Xiaobao, Xiaobao..."

Song Yiran frowned and kept murmuring with pain. He clenched his hands into fists with force, looking like he was struggling in pain.

Li Shaoyan suddenly opened his eyes, turned over and looked at Song Yiran's painful appearance, his eyes full of heartache.

"Ranran, Ranran, wake up."

Li Shaoyan called Song Yiran's name gently but firmly, and gently stroked her cheeks, her eyebrows, and the corners of her lips. Song Yiran woke up in a daze, sweating all over, and was immersed in the dream, as if his eyes had lost their focal length.

"Don't be afraid, I'm here. Xiaobao won't have any trouble, don't worry."

Li Shaoyan hugged the person in his arms and gently sootheed him. Song Yiran gradually came to his senses, looked up at Li Shaoyan, and grabbed his arm tightly. His thin lips were pursed tightly without saying a word. His dark eyes were gloomy, making people unable to guess her emotions.

"Li Shaoyan."

“Here, I’m here.”

"Li Shaoyan."

"kindness."

"Li Shaoyan."

"kindness."

Song Yiran kept repeating the name of Li Shaoyan, and Li Shaoyan answered over and over again without any impatientness. Every sound was as gentle as water, like a soft gauze, gradually wrapping Song Yiran's terrified and cold heart.

After a long time, the person in his arms fell asleep again. Li Shaoyan looked at her quietly, his eyes getting deeper and deeper.

When they woke up the next day, the four people mixed into the crowd as curious people to check the burned place. Sure enough, a useful clue could not be found. There were as many as fifty bodies cleaned up. Most of them were older, and there were even children.

Yi Xiaojiu gritted his teeth in hatred. If Ye Qi hadn't pulled him, their abnormality would have attracted the attention of others.

This originally peaceful town has become like hell on earth due to arson and massacre.

Song Yiran and others left after checking, and everyone was silent on the way back. The atmosphere was heavy and almost stagnant.

On the plane.

Song Xiaobao leaned against the bulkhead with expressionless face, his eyes sharp but no focus. From time to time, a figure appeared in his mind, which he accidentally saw before the helicopter took off. A woman with blurred eyebrows and eyes left a deep impression on him.

He wanted to think about her appearance carefully, but he could not remember it.

The familiar feeling in his heart became stronger and stronger. He had a sense of intuition that the other party must have a deep relationship with him. He was anxious, manic, and even wanted to kill, but he could not remember who it was.

It was like a thorn in his heart, which caused pain at any time and anywhere, making him in great pain.

He thought he had become a murder machine, but who knew he still had feelings. Should he cry or laugh like this?

Back at the base, the Xinhu Lake, which had finally had some ups and downs, was frozen again. He was still a murderous machine with no emotion, and there was no emotion that humans should have.

"Lone Wolf."

Muzhe pushed the door directly into it, and saw Song Xiaobao standing in front of the window at a glance. His back was straight and he didn't respond when he heard the sound behind him. Until Muzhe walked over, he reached out to touch his shoulder. Song Xiaobao's body suddenly turned to the side and avoided Muzhe's touch.

Muzhe's hand stayed in the air, he smiled evilly and took it back without caring.

"You are so unlovely. I just want to touch you. I'm obviously a child, but why do you look like an inhuman old man?"

Mu Zhe said with regret, but unfortunately his joke did not arouse Song Xiaobao's response.

"This mission was completed very well. Do you need my psychological counseling?"

Song Xiaobao walked over Muzhe without looking sideways, completely pretending that he did not exist. Muzhe was so depressed that he finally wanted to care about his students.

After not seeing Song Xiaobao, Muzhe's expression suddenly became serious. His eyes were sharp, and there were layers of deep worries inside.

range.

Song Xiaobao stood straight, his arms, gun and shoulders became a line. In front of him was a moving target, and the bullet flew out at the same time as it was opened.

All results in the first round are instantly sold.

The second round, the third round...

Song Xiaobao stopped until his arms were unconscious, threw away the gun and turned toward his little room. The surging emotions in his chest could not be calmed down, and the bloody appearance of the dead people kept appearing in his mind.

It was obviously a habitual smell of blood, but I still felt uncomfortable.

When can I leave?

After going around, Song Yiran and the others returned to City A. Before leaving, Huo Xingzhan called to make an appointment with Song Yiran to meet, but Song Yiran refused.

To be precise, it was rejected by Li Shaoyan.

It was the afternoon of the second day when I returned to City A. Song Xiaomeng had already started to go to school, and Gong Ming was accompanying him. So at this time, only Song Yiran and Li Shaoyan were at the villa. No one spoke and sat in the living room in silence.

"What exactly did Rongchen want to do? Why did he kill those people? Why were he afraid of what we found?"

Song Yiran frowned and threw out one question after another.

Li Shaoyan held the cup and sipped a sip of wine. His sharp eyes narrowed slightly, looking lazy and wanton: "If Rongchen really wants to do something, he has a lot of time. But why, why has he just started to come into our sight recently?"

This is something that Li Shaoyan has always been unable to understand. Rongchen could do it when the Mu family gave up research. It took him more than ten years to settle down, but he only started to take action now. What is the reason?

Li Shaoyan's intuition told him that as long as he figured out the reason, everything would be solved. This is the most critical point, just like the content studied in the Mu Family's research institute.

"Rongchen."

Song Yiran bit the name casually, but his tone was determined to be determined.

Now they can't do anything, and the clues they found were all destroyed by Rongchen's destruction. They were passive and could only wait for Rongchen to take action. Only when he acted first could they take action. If they wanted to seize the initiative, they had to investigate Rongchen in a relay manner.

Song Yiran couldn't help but clench his fists, his eyes filled with depression and resentment.

"Don't think about it, Rongchen cannot be silent all the time. Since he has started to act, he will definitely take action again. During this period, please take a good rest. Restore your energy and only in the fullest state to fight when needed."

"kindness."

Song Yiran nodded, but his frown brows did not stretch.

Gong Ming opened the door and saw Song Yiran and Li Shaoyan in the living room. He quickly moved away and let Song Xiaomeng go in. Seeing the sudden appearance of daddy and mommy, Song Xiaomeng smiled happily and bent her eyes.

"Mommy, I met many new friends at school today. Let me tell you..."

Song Xiaomeng pestered Song Yiran and told her about what happened in school. Song Yiran listened with a smile, and looked at her daughter's well-behaved and cute appearance, her originally anxious heart also calmed down.

Li Shaoyan looked at him with a smile, and the phone next to him suddenly flashed.

He took it casually, and after seeing the displayed content, a sharp flashed in his eyes without any expression.

"I'll go to the study first, and there are some things that need to be handled."

Song Yiran nodded without looking back. Li Shaoyan smiled and kissed Song Xiaomeng on the face, then got up and went to the study.

Sitting in front of the computer and turning it on. The next second, a heroic face appeared on the screen, with sharp and indifferent eyes, like a thousand-year-old piece of black ice.

"Mr. Li."

"Mr. Gong."

The text message just now was sent by Gong Jue, and the content is very simple: chat.

"Is there something wrong?"

"I guess you must want to know about Rongchen. I happened to investigate some interesting things. Do you want to know?"

Gong Jue raised his eyebrows slightly, and a little sarcastic expression appeared in his eyes.

Li Shaoyan was not affected by his attitude at all, and he was still at ease: "If you want to say it, I won't mind. Even if I don't say it, I will find a way to investigate it."

"Yeah?"

Gong Jue asked disapprovingly, with a deep mockery in his eyes.

Li Shaoyan was silent and just looked at Gong Jue calmly. Two equally excellent men looked at each other, and neither spoke, but an electric current flashed in his eyes.

Even through the screen, the tense atmosphere cannot be stopped.

The storm is coming.
Chapter completed!