Chu Mu sent the video to her eldest brother and asked him to help her search for the license plate number.

A few minutes later, Chu Fang sent her a string of messages.

The owner of this white car is Luo Fan’s younger brother.

In that case, she knew where to go! She left the milk tea shop and headed straight to the subway station. Then she took the subway, transferred to the bus, rode a shared bike, and finally walked to her destination.

The place she came to was an abandoned mental hospital in the suburbs. It was scheduled to be demolished a few days ago. Originally, they planned to turn it into a shopping mall, but later the urban planning bypassed this area, and the mental hospital became a dangerous building standing here.

There are weeds everywhere here, so it's easy to hide.

This place is several hundred meters away from the nearest village. Due to its special geographical reasons, few people come here.

Even if there are people, they are basically here for adventure or some ulterior motives.

This is exactly the place where Luo Fan kidnapped Sang Qingqing in the original book.

When Chu Mu arrived, Luo Fan and the others had not arrived yet.

She found a place to hide, and about two minutes later, a black Mercedes slowly drove over.

Chu Mu took off the camera brooch and pinned it on his hair. The view here was unobstructed, making it convenient for filming.

Chu Mu watched three people get out of the car, one of them was Luo Fan.

She was a little confused. Luo Fan kidnapped someone and brought outsiders with him? Judging from the appearance of these three people, their status should be similar. Wouldn't Luo Fan's behavior give them more leverage? There is no such paragraph in the original text.

Chu Mu controlled his breathing and continued to observe.

Chu Mu watched the three people talking outside for a few minutes, and then they entered the lobby of the abandoned mental hospital together.

Not long after that, the white car arrived.

Chu Mu huddled up with his aunt, a milk tea straw still in his mouth, his back bent, as he sent a message to his eldest brother.

She asked her elder brother to find a disposable phone card to call the police. Out of caution, Chu Mu did not use her own phone to call the police! Luo Fan's family is powerful. If he really finds out that it was her who called the police, then she is finished!

Chu Mu still remembers that Luo Fan is a pervert!

The traffic police already had a record of her reporting the incident to them before, so if she did it again, Chu Mu really didn't know if it would really irritate Luo Fan.

After sending the message, I received an "OK" reply from my elder brother.

Chu Mu worked diligently as a living surveillance camera. She tried her best to make the camera record what was going on inside the mental hospital, and she also had to control herself from exposing herself, so she could only hunch over.

If you keep this posture for a long time, your waist will feel sore and painful.

In the lobby of the mental hospital, Sang Qingqing had the sack on her head removed and saw Luo Fan and others standing in front of her.

"Master Luo? What are you trying to do?" Sang Qingqing's face was soft, tears rolled down her eyes, her lips turned slightly pale because she was pursed up due to nervousness and fear, and she looked pitiful.

"Tsk, Master Luo, this is a beauty!"

The man standing on Luo Fan’s left, wearing a white suit and with dyed white hair, smiled.

Luo Fan sat on the chair brought by his younger brother and sneered when he heard this: "Oh, beauty? You like it?"

There is no mistake in the poem, post, content, and read the book on 6, 9, and bar!

Baimao waved his hands and said in a teasing tone, "I dare not take away what Master Luo loves!"

Luo Fan chuckled softly, then looked at Sang Qingqing, his face full of obsession.

Sang Qingqing was a little panicked: "Master Luo?"

Luo Fan reached out to the side and the younger brother standing next to him handed him a dagger.

Sang Qingqing's pupils widened when she saw this. She was tied to a chair with her hands behind her back, but she was still struggling hard.

The chair creaked, and the rough hemp rope rubbed Sang Qingqing's wrist during the struggle. The bright red blood dripped onto the ground and smashed into the white snow that fell from the gap in the roof. (End of this chapter)