Chapter 1120: Good night, sick Jiao brother (45)

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She stopped the car and walked slowly inside.
There was a strange smell in the air, a feeling of a mixture of corroded bodies and formalin.
Luo took a look at the phone, it has been forty-five minutes, and there should be another fifteen minutes before the bomb will explode.
Standing on the stairs, it is filled with things about the girl's heart.
There are dolls, clothes, and cosmetics and perfumes.
Luo dusted and frowned, and it was not clear what it meant.
After all, according to Lu’s plan, it’s the right time to stand here at this moment.
Then these things should be...
The spirit of the child...
She squinted and walked up step by step. The stairs are not full of white dust, the more you go up, the more dust there is.
Until the wall on the second floor, with a huge photo of the Ferry, she was sure that all the things she had seen about the girl were all belonging to the Ferry.
Lu Ou is actually more terrible than imagined, almost meticulous, even the dead Linger is used.
There is no third floor in this abandoned building. The intersection on the third floor is blocked by a concrete wall, with a plaque, a prohibition sign on chemicals.
Luo Ding did not see much, because at this moment her sight has been attracted by two things on the second floor.
One is a robbery on a chair, and the other is a rectangular object covered with a red cloth.
Luo did not know what it was, but she was sure that the taste of Formalin was transmitted from the inside.
In the next second, her eyebrows moved a little and walked toward the place where she was robbed.
Still close, he felt that something was wrong.
A time bomb was hung on the person tied to the chair. The countdown of the bomb was ten minutes and thirty-five seconds.
He was wearing a black woolen coat and his head was hanging deep and he could not see his face.
Although she did not know anything about the robbery, Xia Wei once said: Our family can't raise hair, he is allergic to Mao's things.
How can such a person wear a plush jacket?
Luo's dust stepped slowly and slowly, but did not think that the ‘robbery’ that was originally sitting on the chair slowly raised his head and stared at her with a strange smile.
No, maybe he can't be a catastrophe... but he should be a hurricane.
"How is it?" When he saw Luo's dust, the eyebrows were obviously a glimpse.
He did not expect that the people who came to this place turned out to be Luo Dian, not to cross the nine life.
In the next second, Luo shrugged his shoulders and smirked: "It seems that your military division is not good!"
This place is really prepared for Ferry, and even if she walks in, she has a very sad feeling.
It’s probably because the things of Wat Ling’s children are too real, so she doesn’t feel chilly.
However, what happened in the next second was to make her more pores.
"My military division is going to the most powerful military division in the whole world--" sound falls, and his right hand is one, pulling the red cloth next to him.
The occupants were dug their eyes, split their limbs, soaked in the huge formalin dyeing tank, and a casket broken into pieces.
Inside, the original installation should be the ashes of the Ferry.
Then, the white dust that has just spilled on the stairs...
"He thought he killed someone, don't you need to die?" Luo's fingertips trembled slightly, and the scorpion was with a decisive coziness.
Do he think that he can still live if he does such a pervert?
"Death? Hahahaha--" Mu Yanfeng smiled and said: "You killed my sister, don't you say it is 'legitimate defense'?"