Chapter Four hundred and sixteen, saving lives

Fingertips in the mobile phone screen kept sliding, finally in contact the last night to find two people's phone, Yang Point in, was about to call the past, the door bell suddenly came.

Yang Feng Zheng live fingertip, smell sound to see, originally feel nothing, but change to think, all this time, who will come to the villa?

The others, who apparently felt the same way, looked at each other and said nothing.

Yang Feng put his phone away and headed for the door. When he reached the door, he stopped and asked aloud who was outside. No one answered.

Yang Feng hesitated, or will open the door, a cool breeze rushed to his face, which is mixed with a touch of blood.

Yang Feng trembles eyelid, looking at the outside long empty cobblestone path, all the way to the gate, do not see a person, even a pair of other people's breath.

Just when Yang Feng was wondering, he suddenly found an envelope lying at his feet, pressed by a bloody finger, blood-stained yellow paper, the color of which was particularly dark in the night.

Yang Feng shook his hand as he tried to close the door. He stooped to wrap his fingers in a tissue and returned to the living room with the envelope.

"How to return a responsibility? No One? " See Him to come back alone a person, summer language ice doubts to ask.

Yang Fenger first, the blood-stained envelope on the table, and another thing through a few paper towels placed in front of several people.

A few people hoarse a voice, poured out to take a breath cool, don't open the head, disrelish show on the face.

"That's all there is at the door, " Yang Feng said, thinking about taking the contents out of the envelope, a plain piece of white paper with only one paragraph written on it.

It's a little gift from Harvard. If you want to meet someone, meet me at 48th and Baichuan.

A few women all gather up to go up, indescribably looking at this sentence.

Yang wind quickly swept over, suddenly will hold tight the palm of the hand, the face is extremely ugly.

He took a deep breath, his eyes clouded over.

"Yang Feng, what does this mean? This thing, who is it? " An Ziqi holds curiosity to ask a way.

Yang Feng does not speak, but the straight hook stare at that finger, from the appearance, but let him think of a person.

He presses the filar silk coolness that seeps up in the heart, hurriedly took out a mobile phone, the telephone that did not just make out made a call to go out.

Both phones, however, were called several times, and from the microphone came a mechanical female voice.

They're all turned off.

Yang Feng kneads the hand of mobile phone to have some to tremble, he closes an eye deeply, on the face blood color already disappeared in imperceptibly without a trace.

"This should be big thunder. " For a long time, he is a little weak but heavy spit out this sentence.

Several people scared straight back, frozen in place, do not know how to answer.

The mobile phone falls off from Yang Feng's hand, he sits one buttock on the SOFA, in black eyes as if be enveloped by a layer of dark cloud, deep black does not see bottom.

The old man sat beside him, with the same look on his face.

The reason he was so sure of it was that his long, heavily armed hands were much flatter, even dented, and covered with calluses.

Now on the table on the fingers is so, silver eye play sniper, his fingers are relatively slender, soft and some.

"that, that we, " Xia Yu Bing can not help but send out a voice, small face is hanging fear.

"must save a person. " Yang Feng gnash teeth, the tone is firm, the fist also in the twinkling clenches, the back of the hand Blue Vein tumbles.

Xia Language ice nods, and he has the same idea.

After making up his mind, a few people temporarily go back to the room to rest, Yang Feng sleepless night, sitting in bed, holding the mobile phone search on the heart that address information, found some useful information, only then small squint will eyes.

In the morning, Yang Feng put on a black sportswear, full of energy from the room out, just out the door, they see a few women have been sitting on the sofa below, dressed up, as if waiting for his arrival.

Yang Feng Dun next movement, did not care too much, but the facial expression went down.

"Yang Feng. " Just come down from the stairs, Xia Yu bing suddenly get up, stop him.

"Be careful when you go this time. "

Yang Feng nods, the vision searched a circle in the room, did not see the figure of old man.

Startled, he asked the old man?

A few people look at each other, said do not know.

Yang Feng Fuer, he should have explained yesterday with the old man, today to save people, and now the old man is afraid to go to drink in the middle of the night, then he went alone, I'm afraid things will be a bit tricky.

"looking for me? " Is Thinking, from the side of a smiling voice.

Yang Feng Wen sound to see, see the old man with a piece of bread in his mouth, big mouth to the mouth plug, at the same time the other hand holding wine Gourd, bottle stopper stagger fell in his hand.

Yang Feng sighed with relief and nodded.

"Come, come with me. "

The old man gave a faint wow, but did not refuse, he ruthlessly chewed twice, quickly swallowed the things in his mouth, and then Tongyangfeng left the villa together. Before leaving, he was also sent off by Xia yubing several people with various exhortations, yang Feng is also one by one to deal with some, to be able to get away.

The address was in an industrial district in the westernmost part of Jianghua that had long since been abandoned, filled with half-built high-rise factories and gray walls painted red with the word "dangerous. ".

It was only seven o'clock, and the Cold Sun was just half way up from the edge of the city. The cool light and the cold fog hung over the quiet industrial area, and the colors seemed to have faded.

Yang Feng drove the car to the Baichuan road range, randomly find a roadside parking, put the old man down temporarily, and then continue to drive forward, to the destination.

Here are rows of hidden in the only high-rise blue warehouse, surrounded by five desolate, the ground was occasionally cold wind up a few bottles of mineral water, purring on the ground.

Yang Feng got out of his car, searched the place, and finally stopped at one of the warehouses. Next to the blue aluminum door was a small plate with the number on it.

Yang Feng stood in Situ, look complex looking at the front door, who do not know what is inside, coupled with the surrounding too quiet environment, it is inevitable that people have some anxiety.

Yang Feng took a deep breath and let go of his thoughts. The door slammed open with a thud. Inside, a musty, dry smell came over his face, thick with dust.

Yang Feng covered his nose and coughed softly. Then he squinted his eyes and walked in with a wave of his hand.

I can't imagine what I'm looking for in a warehouse like this that hasn't been opened in, like, 800 years.

The light inside was so dim that Yang Feng could only see the blue container with its untidy counterpart and the lone incandescent lamp hanging overhead in the thin light that filtered through the doorway.