Chapter 2397: : Pink school bag

The only thing Hua Sheng could be thankful for was that those people didn't know what happened to Hua Sheng, and they didn't dare to act directly because the previous toughness had completely deterred the opponent.
But paper cannot contain fire. Hua Sheng can only hope that as Xiang Fengxi said, after the child is born, she can recover!
Otherwise, sooner or later the other party will find that something is wrong. Once he wants to make a move, Hua Sheng now has no spiritual power, and Feng Xi is alone, even if he adds a black, Hua Sheng really dare not bet.
Once there is any deviation, it may affect everyone, how can Huasheng really rest assured.
With a knife on his head at all times and lingering, who can feel at ease?
But Hua Sheng did not expect that many things would not wait for you at all.
The noise and darkness of this city have never stopped.
Wee hours.
Against the backdrop of the starry sky, Jiang Cheng added another layer of assassination.
A girl student with a ponytail, a pink schoolbag and a uniform from Jiangcheng High School, looked hurriedly, with a lot of sweat dripping on her forehead.
I saw her pace getting faster and faster, as if she wanted to look back, but she didn't dare, but there was no one behind her. I don't know what she was afraid of. Then the girl didn't take a few steps, she started to run in strides. , Turned around and turned into an alley.
"what!"
In less than two seconds, the girl's scream came out, and then I saw the girl who was still in a hurry lying on the ground.
But at this moment, a strange scene appeared. The girl closed her eyes, her lower body seemed to be pulled by something, and slowly disappeared into the night.
At four o'clock in the morning, the sanitation workers in the city began to get up to work. They were the people who awakened the city, and they were the people who stood on the streets of this city on a new day.
"Old He, look at this bag, it's so new!"
"Hey, now this kid is really, too frugal, and this schoolbag is not broken, so I threw it away!"
An aunty cleaner in her fifties picked up a pink schoolbag next to the trash can and chatted with fellow Lao He.
The cleaning lady's surname is Ma, and the old man is the person in charge of this short alley area. Because there is no monitoring, plus the alley is short and there are not many people living, these two are the people in charge.
"You open it, and you feel that this bag is too new, isn't it lost? See if there is any contact information in it!"
Uncle Ho looked at this schoolbag. The people living in this short alley are not wealthy. If they lose it, they have to send it back.
"that's true!"
Aunt Ma also felt reasonable. Just as she was about to open it, a hand suddenly appeared behind her and snatched the schoolbag away.
Aunt Ma was taken aback.
"You...who are you!"
It was early in the morning, there were already few people in the alley, and suddenly a hand was stretched out. It's no wonder that Aunt Ma was scared, the old man next to him was also stunned.
Mainly because the person behind has no voice yet.
"This... where did you get this schoolbag?"
"This is my daughter's! She didn't come back last night."
The person who suddenly stretched out her hand behind her was a middle-aged woman who looked like her forties. Her hair was messy, her expression was decadent, and her eyes were dark. She should have been up all night, wearing an apron and slippers on her feet. .
"It's next to the trash can, it doesn't matter to us, let's collect the trash in the morning!"
"You have something wrong, can't you call the police?"
Aunt Ma hurried to prove her innocence, but she couldn't bear to see this mother's appearance, and tried to help her out!