Chapter 160 (1/2)
She immediately took out her cell phone and called the fat man for help.
Outside the company was the sound of Mo Jin's hurried footsteps.
”She can't run far. She was stabbed by me. Follow the blood quickly!”
Mo Jinrong looked at the drops of blood on the ground and followed the blood.
LAN Enron has left the place just now and ran farther. She knows that the first task now is to stop bleeding. She can't let the blood follow her.
The fat man came quickly, he said with a quick brake.
”Boss, come up!”
LAN Enron quickly got into the car and they left.
Mo San came to the place just now, where there was a pool of ticking blood, indicating that Q he had just stayed in this place for a while, and then walked some way along the blood and found that there was no blood.
”Young master, the blood suddenly disappeared.”
Mo San pointed to the blood and said.
”She is a person. She can't disappear out of thin air. Someone must pick her up.”
Mo Jin looked for the light at the door and vaguely saw the wheel prints on the ground.
”Quickly adjust the monitoring for me. The monitoring of the company has been hacked. I think he should have no time to deal with the monitoring on the road?”
Mo San had to practice and immediately transferred it. The monitoring outside Mo's group really found something.
”Look, young master! This man is wearing a mask, a night suit and his hand over his other arm, which means that she must have been injured, and the injury is not light.”
”Just now he rummaged in the office. He met me and let him succeed. I don't know what he's looking for. Looking at this figure, he's a little familiar.”
Mo Jinrong immediately thought of LAN Enron.
”Young master, you mean Miss LAN?”
Mo San guessed.
”I don't know. It looks very similar. Isn't there blood in the office? Unless this person hasn't been ill all his life, I won't believe I can't find her.”
”Yes, young master.”
Mo San sent the blood collection to the laboratory tomorrow for testing, and then input it into the population information database. Unless this person was not born in Chengdu or has never been ill in his life, he will be able to find her.
In the car.
”Boss, what's the matter with you?”
Asked the fat man.
”There was a little accident. Go back and dress me up. I'm afraid my parents are worried.”
LAN Enron's expression was a little painful. There were traces of ink on the wound. It seems that the wound will recover for a while.