72 hours of marriage

Flying in the air, even in summer, the temperature is very low, if you don't pay attention, you will catch a cold.Moreover, Shu Xiaomo had been drenched in the rain for so long yesterday, so he was lucky that he didn't catch a cold.

Finally, the long time passed, and when we got off the plane, it was already early morning, and Yu Suyi came out to pick up the two of them after receiving the call.

I went to the hotel room to rest until the next morning, and then went to the police station in Thailand.Walking in the morgue, the strong smell of rotting corpses makes people want to vomit.

Leng Jingheng grabbed Shu Xiaomo, "You wait here! I'll go over and have a look."

"No! Let's go together! After all, Jack has helped me for so long." Shu Xiaomo persistently held his hand, wanting to go in together.

Leng Jingheng looked at Shu Xiaomo, who was obviously scared but also persistent, he had nothing to say, he held her hand tightly in his and gave her encouragement.

Pushing open the door of the morgue, the nauseating smell became more and more intense, Shu Xiaomo covered his nose, trying hard not to make a sound.

The police officer brought them to a dead body, "This is Jack, you can check the white cloth, but the face of the deceased is all scratched. We can only argue from the body and the clothes!"

Shu Xiaomo nodded, nodded to him, stretched out his hand tremblingly to take the white cloth away, at that moment, the white cloth flew up, and the dead body's eyes widened!

"Ah!" Shu Xiaomo was so frightened that he fell limply in Leng Jingheng's arms, and the two of them took a big step back at the same time. The police officers saw that their faces were pale with fright, but he calmly explained: " This is the air outlet, so the white cloth will blow up, and the deceased did not close his eyes when we found him! But his pupils are cloudy, and we can't find any trace of killing others at all!"

Shu Xiaomo hummed, looked at his height and figure, and then looked at the clothes, it was indeed the suit he wore when he went out to play with her.

The sinking feeling of loss gripped her heart fiercely, and she couldn't help holding Leng Jingheng's hand tightly, and her palms were full of sweat, "Heng, we must find the murderer! Jack has no wife, and the baby is also gone." No, not even him now!"

Leng Jingheng let out a hum, and brought her out of the morgue, and walked out of the police station. She looked at him with complicated emotions and asked, "Do you still doubt him now?"

He had to admit that he doubted whether that man was Jack, but looking at Shu Xiaomo's appearance, he didn't express his doubts, and comforted him: "It's okay, let's die when he dies! Come here tomorrow to get his ashes back to grow." Good luck!"

"Ok!"

"Let Yu Suzhi and your company's executives go back today, you have a good rest in the hotel, and I will take you out to play in the evening!" Leng Jingheng knew that she desperately needed comfort, and even more so, to relax .

There is an island in his memory—Lambu Island.

I saw that island in a travel note a year ago, and the author of that travel note was written by a woman named Wan Ya in Changji. Sailed into a small island called Rambu.

It is very rich there, and there are countless rare treasures. At the mouth of the beach, you can often see mirages.According to Mrs. Wan Ya's biography, the people there have a strong sense of self-protection, and outsiders will almost be abused.