Chapter 74 Something is wrong
From the White Country to the Alps.
This distance is actually not that far.
They have to take a private plane first.
Directly to the international airport near the mountains.
There were already three helicopters waiting for them.
After getting on the helicopter.
The fleet did not choose regular tourist routes.
Instead, it changed direction and flew towards the depths of the mountains.
When the helicopter flew through the clouds.
Mingzhu could see the snow-capped peaks below through the window.
About an hour's flight.
Several helicopters landed in the square of a small town.
This square is already the most spacious open space in the town.
Inside the cabin, everyone was already wearing thick down jackets.
Ming Axin turned to look at Mingzhu: "Miss, we are here."
"Um."
A layer of fog had formed on the windows.
Mingzhu looked out through the mist.
Even though it's still afternoon.
But the temperature here is very low.
The streets were deserted.
There were only a few street lights that had not yet been turned on.
Jiang Zhi put on the fluffy hat he had prepared for Mingzhu.
She also wrapped half of her face tightly with a scarf.
Finally, put on a pair of warm gloves.
After these dressing up.
Mingzhu became round and plump, like a soft snowball.
So cute that you want to pinch it.
"Okay." Jiang Zhi said softly, and finally adjusted the pom pom that was shaking on her hat.
Everyone got off the helicopter one after another.
The cold air immediately hit me in the face.
Tiny goose bumps instantly appeared on the exposed skin.
Every time I opened my mouth to speak, the hot air condensed into mist in the air.
Jiang Zhi looked at Mingzhu's face wrapped in a scarf and asked in a low voice, "Are you cold, Miss?"
Mingzhu shook her head and uttered a muffled voice from under her scarf: "It's not cold."
A lot of people were brought here.
But some bodyguards need to stay near the helicopter and be on standby.
Ming Axin led Mingzhu in one direction.
"Miss, the accommodation has been arranged. We can rest first."
Mingzhu nodded gently, "Okay."
This small town nestled in the snow-capped mountains is remote.
But it has unique scenery.
Looking up, you can see the majestic Alps not far away.
Even though the transportation is not convenient.
It still attracts many tourists every year.
But now is the off-season for tourism.
In addition, the locals have the habit of taking naps.
During this time, the whole town seems particularly quiet and empty.
Ming Axin brought Mingzhu to an exquisite European-style villa.
"Miss, this is the best B&B in town." He introduced it to Mingzhu.
To ensure Mingzhu can live comfortably.
They had already come here in advance to prepare.
In this small town, the homestay economy is the main source of income for local people.
During the off-season, tourists can enjoy generous subsidies from the government.
The pace of life is slow.
The bodyguard walked up and knocked gently on the door.
Soon a middle-aged white woman with a warm smile came and opened the door.
After seeing who it was, she greeted them warmly.
"Welcome back!"
Mingzhu stepped into the room and was greeted by warmth.
She looked around, the decor was typical Alpine style.
The combination of solid wood furniture and colored glass lamps creates a warm atmosphere everywhere.
In the living room, a round-faced middle-aged man put down his newspaper and stood up after hearing the sound.
"Hello, I'm Winnie, the owner of this B&B."
He smiled shyly, his eyes narrowed into slits.
"Hello." Mingzhu nodded politely in response.
Jiang Zhi gently untied Mingzhu's scarf, revealing a delicate, porcelain-white face.
When the middle-aged woman saw this, she gasped and covered her chest exaggeratedly.
“Oh my God, are you angels walking down from the snowy mountains?”
At this moment, the door on the side of the living room suddenly opened.
A blond young man walked out.
When he saw it was Mingzhu.
Those emerald eyes suddenly lit up: "Is it you?"
Mingzhu heard the sound and looked over.
I saw a man wearing a beige sweater standing not far away.
He exudes a harmless and gentle temperament.
Jiang Zhi's eyes moved slightly.
It was the photographer I met on the streets of Baiguo that day.
"This is my son, Weir," the middle-aged woman introduced quickly. "He just came back from collecting folk songs in the White Country yesterday."
As she spoke, she looked at Will in confusion: "Do you know each other?"
Will smiled and nodded: "Some time ago, when I was sketching in Baiguo, I had the honor of meeting this beautiful oriental girl."
"Oh, this is such a magical fate!" The middle-aged man looked them up and down with a smile on his face.
Ming Axin continued to look at the blond man.
With clear eyes, gentle and polite manners, he exudes a very pure temperament.
On the surface, this incident does seem to be just a coincidence.
But it really gives people a strong sense of disharmony.
Such a big white country.
A remote town in the Alps.
It's so coincidental that it seems a bit deliberate.
"Take the lady to the room to rest first." Ming Axin winked at the bodyguard beside him.
Mingzhu followed the bodyguard upstairs.
Jiang Zhi followed behind Mingzhu.
When passing by Weir.
He said goodbye to Mingzhu very gently: "Goodbye."
"Goodbye." Mingzhu nodded.
Wait until Mingzhu's figure disappears around the corner of the stairs.
Weil turned his head and met Ming Axin's gaze.
A non-aggressive smile appeared at the corner of his mouth.
Then he turned around and went back into the room.
The door never opened again that afternoon.
Ming Axin seemed to be lost in thought.
Everything seems so normal.
But the more perfect it was, the weirder it felt to him.
The warm bedroom was obviously carefully decorated.
The floor was covered with a hand-woven carpet.
From bedding to toiletries, everything was replaced with Mingzhu's usual ones.
Even drinking water was specially transported up from the foot of the mountain.
Mingzhu was lying on the bed sending a message to Mr. Ming.
The soft mattress sank a little.
The warm yellow light cast a soft glow on her profile.
"Miss, take a rest first. I'll go find Uncle Xin to confirm tomorrow's schedule. I'll be back soon."
Jiang Zhi leaned over and kissed her on the side of her cheek, receiving a vague response.
After he went out, he carefully checked the bodyguards outside the room before leaving.
Ming Axin lives downstairs.
Jiang Zhi knocked on the door and entered.
Ming Axin knew why he came.
I just handed him the reinvestigation information.
"It does seem like just a coincidence."
Jiang Zhi looked down.
Will Howard, twenty-five years old.
Graduated from Baiguo Academy of Fine Arts.
I have indeed been collecting folk songs in the White Country recently.
At least it looked like there was nothing wrong with the man.
But Jiang Zhi's intuition still told him that there was something wrong with that man.
"Send someone to keep a close eye on him." Jiang Zhi put down the information in his hand.
"It has been arranged." Ming Axin nodded.
Wait for the itinerary to be confirmed.
Jiang Zhi had only been gone for less than ten minutes.
But just as he was about to step onto the last step.
His body reacted before his brain.
It's too quiet.
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