Moreover, Tang Xue, who has never spoken much, also directly breathed out fragrance from the Zuan girl.
Soon the car drove into Nanshan Airport. Under the leadership of several staff members, Ye Fan's Rolls-Royce drove into the cargo compartment of the private jet.
After three minutes, he quickly applied for a route and flew towards southern Xinjiang.
....
In the hall of a relevant department in southern Xinjiang.
"Slap!" A middle-aged man slapped the table directly with an angry expression.
"I have always asked you to shoot when it is time to do it. Don't open one eye and close the other. Don't let go of those unsophisticated people who should be caught. What about you? Ah!
What kind of country elders do you think about? ! Now there is a problem, you and I are ready to wash your bodies and go in and squat! "The middle-aged man growled at a young man standing in front of him.
"Leader, what's the matter?" The young man wiped the spit on his face, and also spoke in fear.
"Did there be a murder case in your area last night? Did you just close the case without checking your identity? Did you tell me?!" the middle-aged man shouted.
"I don't. We have been investigating her identity, but it was originally parked in the city funeral home, and she was snatched away by those unsophisticated people..." the young man said aggrievedly.
"I raised so many of you to eat dry food?! You can't even see a few old men and women?! Waste! Now you don't need to check, I will tell you what she is!"
"Who is she?" The young man was also about to collapse at this time. Hearing what his leader said, the other party seemed to have a big background.
"The daughter of Sunan Yongheng Pharmaceutical Company! Sunan is far from here. Even if they are large companies, they can't control our side, but you should always know Datang Technology? Ye Fan, should you always know?"
"Clear, that woman wouldn't be..." The expression on the young man's face instantly solidified, and he spoke with an ugly expression.
"It is said that it was someone’s first love... Well, they have already drove a special plane to this side. I guess they will get off the plane later. Now it’s too late to say anything.
He can talk directly with the senior management, and the senior management is very angry. Also, the president will come tonight, let alone our mayor, even the mayor’s immediate boss.
Then you have to follow bad luck. You and I can no longer control this matter, wait for death. "The middle-aged man sat weakly on his seat, looking at the ceiling decadently.
"President Li will come here himself? This..." The young man also stood there, dumbfounded, not knowing what to do for a while.
You must know that in southern Xinjiang, the economy is backward and not very developed, especially in their small county. Generally speaking, even the mayor has not visited a few times, let alone the big people above.
However, this time President Li will come to their small county in person, so this can show that this matter is definitely a big deal.
They guess they will all be finished.
"I will send someone over right away..."
"People don't trust us anymore. Didn't you make trouble in the past?! We'd better not move, I don't want to make any trouble." The middle-aged man rubbed his forehead and said.
"No, I mean, I know the whereabouts of Wang Laojiu, and I will take people to arrest him now."
"Do you know where he is?"
"Know!" the young man said affirmatively.
"Then you don't hurry up! Don't, I'll go with you! From Malgobi, I have to kick this beast when I meet!" The middle-aged man followed the young man and quickly left the office.
....
After getting off the nearest airport, Wang Fugui drove towards the last place where the Yuan Hua signal disappeared.
According to the instructions of the origin, there is a vast mountain inside. Driving all the way from the city to that side, it is a place called Shiren Village. When it was there, the sky had turned dark.
Because Yuan Hua was not found and he was not familiar with the road conditions in the village, Ye Fan walked inside with Wang Fugui and others.
This is already a mountain in the mountains, because of the latitude, the temperature here is very low compared to Jiangcheng, which is located in the subtropical zone.
Ye Fan had just walked into the village when he realized that it was really too busy.
This village is named after a few ancient stone men unearthed before. However, this is nothing like a poor mountain village in the traditional sense. In fact, most of the villages are two-storey buildings or three-storey houses. floor.
So the living conditions here are pretty good, but in any case, the village is still so lively in the evening, it must be abnormal.
"Did you bring a gun?" Ye Fan asked Wang Fugui, and the latter nodded.
Ye Fan asked Wang Fugui to take a handful of Glock, put it on his back, covered it with his clothes, and began to walk into the village entrance.
After the four people walked a distance, they came to an empty place in the middle of the village, and this was the lively central area.
"What are they doing?" Tang Xue looked at the crowd and asked without knowing why.
"Funeral." Ye Fan sullenly spit out these two words from his mouth.
The white gauze crowd, the suona band, the gongs and drums, and a large circle of villagers watching the excitement nearby.
Some children are still walking through it, running around, which is a typical rural funeral.
Ye Fan frowned at this time. Funerals in the countryside have their own processes, and running water seats are indispensable. From a normal point of view, except for children, the guests who come and go have more or less faces. With a little sadness.
Of course ~EbookFREE.me~ You can also be less sad, but you don't have to be so happy, right?
Ye Fan saw many young men standing there chatting and laughing. There were also women knitting sweaters talking and laughing. This scene didn't seem to be a funeral at all, but more like welcoming relatives.
Is it fun or joy?
The so-called happy funeral means that the deceased has both good and longevity. It can be called happy funeral. It means that the deceased died at the age of ten, with high morale and good luck.
Although this kind of funeral can be treated as a happy event, the family need not be too sad.
At this time, there was a person tied to the telegraph pole in the outer circle, who seemed to have fallen into a coma, and his clothes were messy and his face was covered with scars.
"Put him down." Ye Fan spoke to Wang Fugui and Cai Kun, and they soon walked over.
"Who are you guys?! This person has repeatedly made trouble during the funeral today, and you have to compensate for missing auspicious hours!" An old man with a cane and three or four young guys came over.
