MTL - I’m Not Shouldering This Blame-Chapter 33 capture
Fourteen-year-old Johnson carefully poked his head out of the ruins.
The rain stopped.
There was a buzzing sound in the distance, and the high-powered homemade portable lights were dazzling.
The people who wear raincoats on the waters of the waters, people who wear raincoats, use obstacles like harpoon to pick up obstacles and find valuable things! God bless you, Johnson. The lawyer touched the boy's head and deliberately did not say what God bless. He was satisfied that Johnson was struggling.
- I hope that my uncle will die. For a child, the sense of guilt is a bit serious.
The man patiently said to Johnson: "Katie and I will get married next year. Because of working relationship, we don't plan to have children for the time being, but we don't mind doing more breakfast every day. Johnson, the night will not last forever, go out to you. Can beat it."
Johnson nodded slowly.
"Good boy." The lawyer patted the teenager's shoulder like a father who encouraged the child.
Gambler Lake? Of course, he died long ago. He was shot dead before the hurricane, and the body was thrown into the ditch on the side of the road.
***
The dense foggy weather for three consecutive days seriously affected the smooth flow of the Haihuai Expressway.
Trucks running long-haul cargo were congested at the high-speed entrance, and several drivers yawned and left the cab to stroll around. It was really boring, and some people talked about strange things.
"...this is the way! I played here a few days ago, surrounded by the interview car and the police!" The middle-aged driver who was smoking a cigarette, played a ash, "I heard that it was a young girl who died under the river embankment." ""
"Crap! It's all roads, and guardrails. If you roll down all the way, you can't fall. Is it a suicide?"
"Who knows, listen to my son, there are two little girls going to the movies in the evening and never coming back. Until now, there is still a dead person who can't see the dead."
The middle-aged driver deliberately took out a newspaper in his cab and pointed out to everyone: "The missing girl is willing to pay 30,000 yuan at home, rewarding clues, you have to open your eyes, maybe you can also get some extra money... ..."
Just talking, suddenly someone pointed at the thick fog and screamed.
Everyone is inexplicable.
"Just a moment, there was a personal shadow in the fog." The driver of the screaming voice trembled. "It seems to be a female student. It looks like it is just like this photo."
Everyone suddenly laughed.
"Brother, this set is too outdated! To be scary, you should say that it is a wet female ghost!"
"Really! Suddenly disappeared!" The driver blushes.
Another ridicule, no one paid attention to the truck parked in the thick fog. Suddenly there was a cab door that slowly opened and closed again after half a minute.
A hundred meters away from the river bank, a girl appeared in the grass of half a person out of thin air, the appearance is exactly the same as the missing girl. She opened the little black bag that she had just stolen from the cab, and satisfactorily saw a stack of pink banknotes inside, and then put things into her arms and then flipped the newspapers.
To blame, the driver is unlucky, but he wants to put the newspaper on the window glass, just as she is anxious to leave Huaicheng, lacking money.
"Hurricane Jennifer attacked the state of South Saskatchewan, the power is amazing, not far from the landing site, a school's substation exploded..." The girl is reading this news, suddenly seeing the presence of people in the fog, she was taken aback , mobilizes the ability, the figure disappears instantly.
The crowd rushing out of the thick fog, throwing a big net!
The net rope is tightened, and the middle is strangely convex, which is an invisible cuboid.
"Hey!"
Suddenly, two durians were pulled out of the cuboid, but the armed police with the riot shield was intercepted and easily stopped.
"Reporting Major Zhang, the target has been captured, please proceed to the next step."
