Chapter 1187: Wish and death (1/2)

The photo was taken in a room. And at night, there was only a lamp on the bedside.

Except for the clear face with a tear mark, the other furnishings in the room were not very clear. It doesn't look luxurious, but it's very simple.

Feng Xinglang suppressed the excitement in his heart, calmly called Xing Baxian to look at the photo. Because Xing Ba knows Xing San best.

Intuition told Feng Xinglang: Tuantuan is not in Uxmal. This is just Xing San's plan to adjust the tiger away from the mountain. He wanted to send himself and Hetun away, so he fled with Lanyou.

Feng Xinglang predicted that it would take at least seven days to ten days to settle down with Lan Youyou, and Xing San, who was suspicious by nature, might have found his conscience and told him where he was.

And now, only five days have passed! Xing San couldn't find his conscience so early! Because the whereabouts of Tuantuan are the only chips he can survive.

Xing Ba carefully looked at the photo, and his small eyes narrowed into a crack.

”Intuition ... this should not be Uxmal.”

”Why?”

”Usmal is an ancient city. I stayed there with Xing San. Sometimes there was smoke and dust, and the living conditions there were not good ... They hardly eat rice. But the bowl on the bedside should be rice porridge. Things like that. ”

Feng Xinglang took another look at the photo, and quietly hummed: ”Even if this photo was not taken in Uxmal, we can't be sure that Xing San did not send the group there!”

”That's easy! My elder brother is in Mexico. Let my elder father give him this address, and he will know the result in a few hours! It's better that we run empty.”

Listening to Xing Ba's tone, it does not seem to want to go to Mexico.

Feng Xinglang agreed with Xing Ba and decided to let Xing Er, who is in Mexico, go to Uxmal.

”My second child, that baby is Aaron's niece. Be gentle, don't scare her.”

In the past two days, Hetun was exceptionally kind. Especially when he looked at his son Feng Xinglang, his eyes filled with father's love.

Waiting for a few hours was suffocating.

The mobile phone number that sent the message never got through, only the local Mexican number was found.

I can't get in touch with Cong Gang's Feng Xinglang.

What he hated most was Cong Gang's model of stocking. Cong Gang will only contact the person he wants to contact when he needs it. It is difficult for others to know his whereabouts. Including Feng Xinglang.

I don't know if this dog thing is tracking Xingsan yet! However, from the information sent by Xing San, at least it should not be found.

More than three hours later, Xing Er, who was as far away as Mexico, called Hetun as soon as possible to report.

”Yifu, we didn't find that baby girl. We should have been the third child's pawn! We only found a piece of note paper left for Arang.”

”This third child! It's a self-digging grave!”

”Ask him what's on the sticky note!” Feng Xinglang interrupted Hetun.

”It says on the note that you are too insincere, and did not come to Uxmal in person to pick up your niece! Obviously playing you!”

Sure enough, as Feng Xinglang had expected: Xing San, who was suspicious by nature, just wanted to hit the west. Take him and Hetun away from their sight smoothly.

”Father, I have captured the rest of the third child's sin. Pressing one by one, I can always ask the whereabouts of that girl. As long as the girl is still in Mexico!”

”Okay. Then you work hard!”

After hanging up the phone, Hetun looked at his disappointed son with a mild look. ”Alang, don't worry too much. There shouldn't be any danger to that group. It's just a matter of time to find her.”