"Isn't it very capable to hit me just now?" Xiao Shu smiled, nosebleed into his mouth, dyed his teeth scarlet, "So, I will give you a little hint, the plane accident in half a year ago."

After that, he refused to start again. Ye Nianmo glanced at him, and when he mentioned his collar, he dragged upstairs.

The blue door was pushed away by gravity for the first time. The wind chime on the door shook, making a messy sound, and the people on the bed still fell asleep deeply.

"It's not dead yet, I'm afraid it has spent a lot of money." Xiao Shu said strangely on the side of the yin and yang.

Ye Nianmo slowly kicked off the curtain, reached out and reached into the quilt to bring out the pale hand.

Rou Ruo's hand shake gently with his movements, and the ring of the fingertips easily fell off. After falling to the ground, a light sound was made.

He bent down and picked it up, put the ring gently at the table, and then rolled the curtains and hung up.

"Sorry." He said softly, putting his hands on her cheek.

"Ye Nianmo, isn't you afraid that Ding Yiyi is lying here, you suspect that she will be sad." Xiao Shu still said unscrupulously, but his eyes were full of mad maliciousness.

Ye Nianmo ignored him, but attached his hand on the cheeks of the person on the bed, and then pulled away the first bandage.

The white bandage was disassembled one by one, and the person on the bed was gradually clearly visible. When the last bandage was dismantled, Xiao Shu heard Xiao Shu's crazy laugh: "Hahaha, you still love her when you see this way, you still love her, you still love her.

Is it! Who do you do so affectionate! "

The cheeks on the left and right of the bed in the center of the bed are severely burned, and the brown group meat is tangled and twisted together. The nose on the left nose is still sticking to the skin of the nose and cheeks due to ulcers.

Ordinary people will have nightmares when they look at it.

Ye Nianmo leaned down and looked at the person in the bed, and her long fingers gently slipped on her uneven face. For a long time, he straightened up and put down the curtain again.

"I will find out everything." He turned, his tone was firm.

In the middle of the night, Ye's still had a office on the lamp tube. Five or six employees searched all the information about the air crash that could be found half a year ago.

Ye Bo opened the door of the office and handed a list to Ye Nianmo's hands. "The number of people survived was only a dozen, and the number of disappearances was determined to be 38.

. ""

He glanced at Ye Nianmo, "But no one is called Ding Yiyi."

"The pseudonym." Ye Nianmo said directly: "Search for one family and one household, and the list and everyone on the same day is right."
Chapter completed!