The early morning in Sheffield was shrouded in thick morning fog.
From the moment he stepped out of the living room, Murong Mian felt the dampness coming from the floor.
At this time, it was almost dawn, and there was a mist all around. It had a feeling of clouds and mountains surrounded by fog, and the visibility was not high, only about 10 meters away.
None of the servants at home got up. Murong Mian stood there alone, as if he would be swallowed up by the thick fog in the next second.
The phone rang again: [I think you should understand that in this case, it is better to be alone.]
Murong Mian sneered. After all, he was a cunning person, and he was looking for him at this time.
He dragged the person he was looking for to exhaustion and lost his patience, and found him at four o'clock in the morning, when humans fall into deep sleep.
Does she think this will really work? No one can stop the people he wants to kill and what he wants to do.
Murong Mian turned to the garage and started the car calmly. Soon, the car drove into the fog and was soon out of sight.
Upstairs, Ji Mianmian was still sleeping soundly, but when Murong Mian was around, her expression was very calm after falling asleep, but now she frowned frequently and turned around on the bed every once in a while, as if she was looking for her most common place. That posture.
Murong Mian drove the car and drove slowly on the road alone.
It was still early, and the fog had not dissipated, but seemed to be getting worse.
Murong Mian drove the car very slowly, swaying and swaying. He valued his life very much now and would never speed up just to rush for time.
About half an hour later, his cell phone rang, and there was another text message from Mrs. Jones. She wrote: [An hour has passed and 40 minutes have passed, and you haven’t come yet. It seems that you are preparing to collect her body. .]
Murong Mian glanced at it and smiled coldly.
It seemed that the other party was getting anxious even though he hadn't been there for a while.
He picked up the phone and typed slowly: [Then put the body down. I will take the body away when I arrive.]
Murong Mian could imagine that when Mrs. Jones saw this sentence, she would be so angry that she would want to tear him apart.
What he has to do now is to make the other party believe that he doesn't care about Mrs. Murong that much, and he wants to disrupt Mrs. Jones' rhythm.
Murong Mian looked at the thick fog outside the car and curled his lips. This old bitch didn't even look at the weather outside. He wanted to drive fast. Can he go faster? Do you really think that this fog is caused by his family, and you can drive as fast as you want
Murong Mian was very calm in his heart. He would do his best to ensure that Madam Murong would not die.
but…
He wouldn't compromise more to save him.
Everyone is selfish, and so is he.
For example, he would not trade his own life for Madam Murong's.
He lived for Ji Mianmian, not for her, even if the other party saved her.
No one can surpass Ji Mianmian's position in his heart.
Half a day later, Murong Mian received another text message: [I almost got deceived by you. I believe this woman is special to you. You won’t watch her die. I’ll give you another half hour...]
I also sent him a photo.
In the photo, Mrs. Murong was hung up, with her feet bare and blood dripping down her feet.
Murong Mian could smell the smell of blood across the screen, and his eyes became colder little by little.
He put down the phone and didn't look back. His eyes stared intently at the front where the visibility was very low. It was so cold that it seemed to condense the water vapor in the fog.