In the transmitter, the bracelet showed that it suddenly fell rapidly from a high altitude and fell into the sea.
A large drop of bright red blood crossed the bridge of his nose and fell on the letter paper, just covering the traces of Jing Jiaren's tears.
Ximen Longting's head was dizzy, and he stood up suddenly, as if his chest was hollowed out in an instant...
The eardrums buzzed like drums.
Wilson pressed down his phone with a look of fear on his face: "Master, the plane Miss Jing boarded... crashed..."
Ximen Longting pursed his lips tightly, as if he couldn't hear the sounds from the outside world at all.
The world was spinning before his eyes.
…
That day, the entire city B was reporting the news of the plane crash, and TV stations were also following up and conducting interviews.
A total of 32 innocent people were killed in this plane accident, which caused huge repercussions.
Because the plane crashed into the sea after the big explosion, many people were blown to pieces, and even their bodies could not be found, or they sank to the bottom of the sea.
The police sent out manpower to conduct a large-scale search and identify the body with family members.
And another force joined the search as if it was going to overturn the bottom of the sea.
There was a watch transmitter, and Chain of Love tracked it down and found it soon.
On the yacht, in a dark room, a man was stuck in the darkness in the corner, holding a scorpion puppet in his hand.
His joints were stiff and white, and his whole body seemed to be frozen, motionless.
There was a bandage wrapped around his forehead, and a little bit of blood soaked the gauze. Looking at him, he looked like a wounded devil prince.
The red eyes were so dark that they were about to bleed with pus and blood...
Wilson knocked on the door softly: "Master, I found the chain, and Miss Jing's ring..."
A transparent plastic bag was presented.
Due to its special material, the chain of love is resistant to high temperatures and explosions.
Stay safe and sound in this situation...
Ximen Longting tilted his head and stared at Wilson, his gaze unblinking, as if he couldn't understand.
The blank and colorless gaze made Wilson painful.
"Master!?"
Ximen Longting took a long time before slowly reaching out and taking the bag.
The chain of love, the ring, the watch he gave Jing Jiaren, and a few rags from clothes...
"No one was found," Wilson said with his head buried in the air, "but... we found some other items belonging to Miss Jing during the search..."
"..."
"But they were all blown to pieces. We are looking for servants to conduct further confirmation."
"..."
"This rag has been confirmed with the servant. She was wearing this outfit before she left."
"..."
"I also found one of her shoes, but one of the broken legs was too bloody," Wilson reported in detail, "I didn't dare to take it directly."
Ximen Longting frowned tightly, as if he was listening to a story that had nothing to do with him, with no unnecessary expression on his face.
Suddenly, he held the table and retched vigorously...
"Master, you haven't eaten for a whole day and a night...your stomach is fine, you..."
"roll."
"Master, what Miss Jing told me before she left..."
"roll--!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!"
As if the emotions contained in it were erupting like a volcano, Ximen Longting's hysterical roar knocked the cup over.
The next second, things on the table began to fall, and everything that could be smashed was violently shattered to the ground.
Wilson took a few steps back, and a jade pen holder hit him. He endured it silently, with a sad look on his face.