Chapter 52

The car was the same as before, filled with fog, with visibility of only about 3 meters.

Moreover, as soon as the car door closed, the box in Jiang Cheng's hand disappeared.

This made Jiang Cheng couldn't help but think of the last time. Also after the mission was over, as soon as he got on the bus, the female student he was holding in his arms disappeared, as if she had been swallowed by the bus.

The weirdness of the bus was visible to the naked eye. Everyone instinctively gathered together. Xia Qiang's eyes kept looking around, as if to see through the mystery.

Huai Yi hesitated for a moment, but still opened his mouth and said, "Don't look, it's not only useless, but it may also attract the things inside." His voice was not too polite, but it was not as repulsive as before.

"There really are those things inside?" Xia Qiang withdrew his gaze, his expression becoming more cautious.

"Captain Xia, Huai Yi is right. There are not only us on this bus, but also other passengers." Jiang Cheng gestured to the surrounding seats with his eyes, and said in a low voice, "They are likely to be nearby, but we just can't see them."

Hearing Jiang Cheng's words, Xia Qiang and the others were okay, but Lin Muwan's situation was a little worse.

Her face was pale, and her chest was heaving violently. If her brother Lin Muyun hadn't been supporting her, this girl, who had behaved very bravely in Yourun Building, would have fallen to the ground.

Compared with her physical condition, her mental state was even worse.

Jiang Cheng looked at her, and what appeared in his mind was the figure pushing the flatbed truck and rushing towards Yuan Xiaotian.

So stubborn and determined, perhaps at that moment, this girl had used up all her courage.

"Girl, don't worry." Lin Muwan's act of saving Jiang Cheng left a very good impression in Fatty's heart. He leaned forward slightly and said with concern, "As long as we don't do anything excessive, we won't attract attention."

Lin Muyun also said in an encouraging tone: "Muwan, don't be afraid, hold on a little longer, and we'll be home soon."

The word "home" seemed to evoke the softness in everyone's hearts. For a while, no one spoke. Jiang Cheng noticed that Fatty, who had been in high spirits just now, turned his head and looked out the window, his face full of loneliness.

He knew that Fatty was thinking about Wang Qi.

This was a very simple-minded guy, with everything he thought written on his face. Not long ago, Jiang Cheng had simply summarized him as stupid.

But who would have thought that such a person could subtly change himself, and also have a group of family members who were feared and called lunatics, willing to be fearless for him.

Deep in Jiang Cheng's mind, an absurd thought popped out. If one day, this fatty was hurt, what would he, and Shen Hong, become?

"Crack."

A very, very soft sound interrupted Jiang Cheng's thoughts.

He immediately became alert.

Following the sound, he found his shadow on the ground, but what puzzled him was that the shadow was twisting strangely, and it seemed... to be devouring something.

The moment he noticed Wu, Wu also noticed him. The two guys stared at each other, and the constantly trembling shadow stopped, with a somewhat embarrassed feeling.

Jiang Cheng quickly understood that what Wu was devouring and absorbing should be the murderer in this mission.

And the reason why the script box disappeared as soon as he got on the bus was because Wu stole it!

It must be!

Looking back, the last mission was the same, he didn't get anything, and the蚀心魔 (shi xin mo) must have been eaten by Wu!

The most direct time, Wu dragged away the huge scarecrow inherited by the successive Yamamoto ancestors in front of him, dragged it to the corner of the wall, and ate it!

This is really... not a big deal, after all, these weird things are not of much use to him.

No!

Wu absorbed them all, which is a good thing for me!

After all, it will have to save my life when I encounter a difficult crisis in the future.

But although he said so, and he really thought so, he still had to be reserved in form.

He planned to put on a straight face, first giving Wu the feeling that although I don't really approve of this cruel method, but seeing that you have been performing well recently, I will allow you to do so, but not next time.

The ideal is full, but the reality is often a tragedy.

Just as Jiang Cheng put on a straight face, he suddenly realized that Wu's eyes had become sharp, and then his face began to stretch very long.

A chill rushed straight to his forehead. After a激灵 (ji ling), Jiang Cheng immediately put on a smile. Taking advantage of the fact that everyone hadn't noticed, he waved to the shadow, indicating that it was okay, this is what you deserve.

"Crack."

"Crack."

...

After eating everything in front of him, a pair of blood-red eyes glanced at Jiang Cheng, the shadow trembled, and finally stopped moving.

"Mr. Jiang." Feng Jie stood behind Jiang Cheng and asked in a puzzled tone, "Are you feeling unwell? Why have you been shaking?"

"Is... is there?" Jiang Cheng asked.

"Yes, Mr. Jiang." Zhou Tong said very formally, "You have been shaking since just now, and your voice is also wrong. I seem to hear some trembling."

Finding a very lame reason to deal with them, Jiang Cheng's ears were finally quiet. He reached out and pinched both sides of his nose, wanting to clear his head, and at the same time thinking about how to get along with Wu in the future.

He felt that it was necessary to have an open and honest conversation with Wu, to clarify the relationship of interests between the two parties, and the rights and guarantees that he, as the host of the door, should enjoy.

The cooperation between the two parties should be based on equality.

That's the truth, there's definitely nothing wrong with it, but it's hard to say whether Wu will listen to the advice. He turned his mind to the fate of the murderer, and the anger in his heart was immediately cut in half.

"Forget it, let's take it slowly." Jiang Cheng decided to endure it for a few days first, to probe Wu's tone, to find a good day with good weather and a better mood, and then mention it slightly.

It would be best if it works, if not, forget it. As long as it doesn't get too stiff, there will be opportunities in the future.

"Brother, Mr. Jiang seems to be unwell." Lin Muwan wrote in her notebook.

Since just now, she has been peeking at Jiang Cheng, because of her own reasons, she is very sensitive to the people or things around her. Jiang Cheng sometimes sighs, sometimes shows a mysterious smile, as if he has been possessed by a ghost.

Lin Muyun pressed down the notebook and shook his head gently at Lin Muwan.

Fortunately, it didn't take long for the old bus to stop.

The car door opened, the outside was a blur.

"We're here."

Xia Qiang and the others withdrew their gazes and clasped their fists at Jiang Cheng, "Mr. Jiang, great kindness is beyond words, we'll meet again someday."

"Take care, too." Jiang Cheng said.

Lin Muwan picked up the notebook: "Goodbye."

Jiang Cheng looked at her, and nodded after a while, "Goodbye, Muwan."