delicious life

Yelling, as if in defense of the redhead, yelled at Morrison.

"I'm sorry! This kid rejected the high mountain flower of our Shetruss, Lika! You know she never bothered to talk to anyone, hey, guys, how should we teach this boy who doesn't know what to do?"

Behind the red-haired beauty stood a group of young men and women with punk hairstyles.They waved their fists in a bad tone, and one of them, a black man over two meters tall, bared his mouth and looked at Morrison provocatively.

Mo Ci was secretly startled, knowing that when Morrison rejected the red-haired woman, they got into trouble.

Mo Ci carefully tugged on Morrison's sleeve, not caring about the reason for Morrison's uncharacteristic behavior, and asked Morrison to apologize first, so as to calm things down.

But Morrison didn't show any face at all. Huo Di stood up, stopped Mo Ci behind him, and said with a sneer, "I just refused the invitation, so you feel insulted?"

The rising tone ignited the nerves of this group of troublemakers. They clenched their fists together, made the sound of bones moving, and whistled: "Yes, insult, we will return the insult to you instead of Lika , come on, cowardly boy, are you willing to fight with us?"

"Apologize, Morrison, this is not good for you." Mo Ci advised, whispering in a voice that only two people could hear.

"No, you wait here now, I can solve the problem soon." Morrison raised his fist and swung at them.

He gave Mo Ci a sorry look, walked towards the group of people, and amplified his voice, "Let's go to the open space to solve the problem."

A group of people rushed forward, responded in a bad tone, and accompanied the spectators, they left here and walked away.

Mo Ci shook his head, secretly thinking that Morrison was too reckless, he watched Morrison leave uncomfortably, and murmured: "Morrison, don't be impulsive, I hope nothing will happen to you..."

Mo Ci couldn't sit still, and stuffed his intense anxiety back into his chest, hoping that Duan Feng would fall back soon and help Morrison get out of this vicious fight unscathed.

Mo Ci rested his jaw and kept looking where Morrison left.

"Sir, do you need hot milk?" A deep voice came from behind Mo Ci. Mo Ci looked at the surroundings and turned his head in doubt. Suddenly, a towel with a pungent smell was placed on his nose.

"Let me go!" Before Mo Ci's yell could escape, he struggled violently, using the strength of his arm to break free from the arm covering his face, and the other thigh, which was still flexible, kicked fiercely at the prisoner who was imprisoning him. man of action.

Struggling and pushing violently, the hot drink in his hand rolled down.Mo Ci's Asian stamina was far inferior to that of a burly European. Mo Ci lost his strength and gradually lost his strength. He was panting, trying to see his attacker clearly.

The irritating drug in the wet towel did its job, and even when I pushed the towel away in a later struggle, I couldn't resist the force of the drug,

Mo Ci's head was getting heavier and heavier, and the feeling of not being able to breathe was particularly uncomfortable.

The air in the lungs gradually decreased, and the limbs became weaker and weaker. There were no noisy human voices around, and it seemed extraordinarily quiet.

The moment he closed his eyes, he didn't even have time to see who was attacking him.

Eyelids are getting heavier and heavier, and Mo Ci can't feel anything...

67. chapter26

"Bastard! Don't you know how to stay where you are and take care of him?!" Unable to restrain his anger, Duan Feng yelled at Morrison, whose face was painted.

Close your eyes, take a deep breath, calm your undulating chest, and block the leaking emotions.

"I, I didn't expect..." Morrison's eyes flashed with panic, and he lowered his head unconsciously.

"I didn't expect... yeah, you had a great time, but you didn't expect that something would happen to Mo Ci—"

There was a cold front hidden in Duan Feng's dark eyes, and he unabashedly stabbed Morrison, who looked frustrated, and suppressed the restless anger that was about to burst into a tiny corner of his heart, so as not to lose his mind, and had a fierce fight with Morrison shelf!

His calm personality since he was a child allowed him to remain calm in many cases. Duan Feng knew that at this time, he must not wave his fists, intensify conflicts, waste too much time on who is responsible, lose clues, let Mo Ci is in unknown danger.

Duan Feng moved his eyes and observed the distance from the wooden chair to the open space in the center of the bonfire party again.

The first is the drink that has already cooled down and spilled on the chair.

Of course Duan Feng recognized that this was the drink he sold to Mo Ci to warm his hands before he left.

Familiar packaging, the bottle body deformed due to excessive force...

The messy footprints and deep and shallow dragging marks at the scene were pushed out of the long wooden chair in the original groove.

Footprints, scuff marks, smudges.

The obvious man-made traces were pieced together, and Mo Ci, who had disappeared and sprained his leg, was added together.

As early as the first time, I asked the people who were still attending the bonfire party at the scene, but no one saw the trace of Mo Ci leaving.

Clues pile up, and it's not hard to figure out what's going on here before the hot drink goes cold.

Duan Feng squatted down, touching the viscous liquid covering the icy ground lightly with his fingertips, and he could smell the sweetness of the drink with his nose.

In such an environment, it takes only 10 minutes for a cup of hot drink to turn into thin ice.

When Morrison accepted the provocation and had a fight with someone, it did not exceed half an hour.

Since he left the two of them, he came back now and found that Mo Ci, who had sprained his foot, was not present at the bonfire party.The time from discovery to search did not add up to more than an hour.

From the vague uneasiness at the beginning to the uncertainty, fear and anger at this moment.

Mo Ci's cell phone was always turned off.

After making more than a dozen phone calls, Duan Feng finally confirmed a fact.

——Mo Ci, was taken away by illegal means.

The stampede marks on the scene, the messy and uneven footprints, and the overturned drinks are all sufficient evidence of the scene!

Duan Feng stood up abruptly, walked towards Morrison who propped his forehead and uttered scattered syllables, and slowly put his arm on Morrison's shoulder.

"I won't say anything about accountability," Duan Feng's dark eyes met Morrison's gloomy green eyes, and the eyes met, and the invisible suppression was exerted on Morrison from the eyes and the palm.

"Tell me, do you really care about him?"

Duan Feng took off his arm, his voice was still cold, but his firm eyes did not allow Morrison to make any dodging movements.

At this moment, Morrison's reaction is crucial, and Duan Feng has to make the worst guess and put the clues on Morrison.

"I, I care about him, I care about him! How can I not care about him!"

The annoyance on Morrison's face was clearly visible, his face was full of remorse, fear occupied his eyes, he moved his lips mechanically, and rolled his fists.He tried his best to express himself in front of Mo Ci, and rudely refused those who came to make trouble. Now that he thinks about it, he really looks like a dizzy bastard!

"I just want those annoying people to disappear from our eyes. At that time, Mo persuaded me to calm down and apologize to them, but I didn't listen. I insisted on competing with those people... I was too impulsive, resulted in the current…”

"The consequences now." Duan Feng interrupted Morrison's mechanical retelling, and raised his curled fist to the top of his head, "Since you care about him, I really want to beat you instead of Mo Ci!"

"However, I won't really start. Now is not a good time for a fight..." Duan Feng spit out a few words, slowly lowered his arms, and saw Morrison shrugging his shoulders, walking to the wood with a cold face. Next to the chair, he traced the outline of Mo Ci when he was sitting here with his hands.

"He has no reason not to answer the phone, now, call the police, or..."

"Or let us find it. The reason for Mo Ci's disappearance can only be found on himself." Duan Feng calmly sorted out his thoughts, lowered his tone, and escaped from the inexplicable anxiety, allowing the only clues to connect together.

"During this time in country F, did Mo Ci provoke anyone, at school or at work, I mean, who did he have difficult conflicts with?"

Duan Feng asked.

"No, he didn't. He has always gotten along with them. He has never heard of Mo having a big conflict with others..." Morrison thought for a while, then shook his head.

Memory, like a raindrop across the glass window, slid down the window meanderingly, and Morrison tried hard to recall everything about Mo Ci.

"Then, has Mo Ci ever had a girlfriend?"

Duan Feng pondered for a moment, thinking of an aspect where Mo Ci's disappearance is more likely.

"Yes, no, no, no, no, that girl already has someone else's child, and she hasn't been with Mo Ci for a long time. Mo Ci told me that he doesn't care about that girl..." Morrison Following Duan Feng's train of thought, he quickly thought of this and denied the purpose of love and hatred kidnapping.

"Looking at the footprints, one big and one small, the big footprints can vaguely infer that the owner of the footprints is an adult, burly European man."

Duan Feng ignored the slight sting caused by Morrison's skillful telling of Mo Ci's current situation, and continued to search for useful clues, analyzing Mo Ci's whereabouts based on the clues provided by Morrison.

"A grown man with a height of more than 1.9 meters." Duan Feng gestured for the width with his hand, and said with more certainty, "Who is it and what is its purpose?"

The murmured voice drifted into Morrison's ears, and an unexpected thought circled in Morrison's mind. He suddenly twitched his arm and raised his head sharply.

Although the surprising and uncertain answer has not been verified, it is still only a guess, but it is enough to make him panic.

Duan Feng keenly observed Morrison's abnormality