If it weren't for another incident, I'm afraid Mo Chen would be assimilated by this world one day and would never want to go back.

One morning, Meng Xinyao called Mo Chen and Zhan Peng at the same time.

On the phone, Meng Xinyao said anxiously, "Haiting is gone!!"

Mo Chen asked about the reason, and then he heard from Meng Xinyao that the clerk who was buried under the tunnel and had a dispute with Haiting had rumored on the Internet the day before yesterday that his body had been found.

Because the person involved appeared in the world, those annoying Internet trolls rose up to comment on Haiting.

The words of condemnation were higher and higher, and each sentence was unbearable, so that Haiting's spirit was once again deeply collapsed. While Meng Xinyao was sleeping soundly at night, he left a note and went out secretly.

Meng Xinyao woke up early in the morning and found that Haiting was missing. In desperation, she called Mo Chen.

After receiving the news, Mo Chen and the others went out in a hurry and headed straight to the temporary home that Meng Xinyao rented for Haiting.

After meeting, Zhan Peng asked Meng Xinyao, "Didn't you tell him before that the clerk has been successfully rescued, why did he make such a fuss again today?"

Meng Xinyao's eyes were red. It seemed that she found out that Haiting was missing early in the morning. She blamed herself and cried a lot.

Meng Xinyao said in a crying voice, "I said it, he was half-believing and half-doubted at that time. After so long, the lies were told like the truth, and he believed me a little. Who knew when he secretly took his cell phone while I was not paying attention and read the rumors on the Internet." After rubbing his nose, Meng Xinyao continued, "What's even more annoying is why those trolls are so capable. I took Haiting to hide here, why did they still find us?"

Mo Chen asked strangely, "What does this mean?"

Meng Xinyao said, "Yesterday, several more terrifying express parcels were sent here one after another. Look, where are they all?"

As he said that, Meng Xinyao raised her hand to lift the curtains in the living room. Five paper boxes were listed behind the curtains, which were not much larger than shoe boxes.

Mo Chen opened the top box casually and saw a ball of black stuff inside, which seemed to be some wigs. The wig was covered with scarlet paint, which emitted a odor. Mo Chen threw the box back angrily.

"Don't throw these things away!" Zhan Peng said disgusted.

Meng Xinyao said, "I received it yesterday, so I hid it quickly, for fear that Haiting would affect his mood if he saw it. But I didn't dare to throw it away. Originally, I thought, today I asked you to come and help and take it to the police station for filing, but I didn't expect it..." Speaking of this, Meng Xinyao finally couldn't say it. Her eyes were red, as if she was about to cry in the next second.

Mo Chen patted Meng Xinyao's shoulder with distress and comforted him, "Don't worry first, it's urgent. Let's think about where Haiting will go and find him back quickly."

"Oh, by the way." Meng Xinyao secretly wiped the corners of her eyes, took out a note from under the coffee table, and handed it to Mo Chen.

Mo Chen spread out the notes, and the handwriting on them was very sloppy. At first glance, he looked like he was dancing, but it seemed to be written by a famous calligrapher.

On the note, Haiting only left four simple words - "I'll go see him."

"Look...wuwu..." Meng Xinyao sobbed and sobbed in a collapse.

Zhan Peng said nervously, "Can he be unable to think about it?"

Mo Chen frowned and thought for a while. He said, "No, I think Haiting should not do stupid things before he saw the body. Just imagine, who would know himself for the sake of rumors?"

"So, Haiting is still safe." A trace of expectation rekindled in Meng Xinyao's eyes.

Mo Chen nodded heavily, and he hesitated, "But... if you confirm that this matter is true, it's hard to say."

"Ah?!" Meng Xinyao shouted in dismay.

Mo Chen said, "No, go quickly! We have to find Haiting quickly."

"But where are we going to find him?" Zhan Peng said.

Mo Chen said, "The clerk was buried alive in the tunnel. The easiest way to confirm whether he was alive is to go to the tunnel, even if the idle people can't get close to it. But at least, it is still easy to find out if there are any trapped people being carried out."

"Um."

The three of them hurried out, drove by Meng Xinyao, and drove towards the collapsed tunnel.

Along the way, none of the three of them spoke. Mo Chen was thinking about the matter, while Zhan Peng was driving because Meng Xinyao was too fast, but Meng Xinyao's driving skills were not satisfactory. The car was driving in the middle of the road, but it was swaying from time to time, which really scared Zhan Peng to death.

Life is at stake, Meng Xinyao didn't care much, so the car drove to the near the collapsed tunnel, which was the roadblock that Zheng Yi drove and Zhang Zili were stationed in the last time.

Unlike last time, Mo Chen just got off the bus and saw the roadblock in front of him, and there was chaos.

Even the roadblocks gathered many people, many of whom had tags hanging on their chests and holding heavy cameras in their hands. It is not difficult to guess their identities - reporters.

Meng Xinyao locked the car and the three of them ran towards the crowd. The police at the checkpoint were still maintaining order. However, Mo Chen did not see Zhang Zili, otherwise he could still inquire about the situation.

But seeing that there have been so many people gathering here today, Mo Chen guessed that it must be a rescue incident and there has been new progress.

Mo Chen asked a female reporter wearing a red vest beside him and asked what happened to the tunnel. The other party glanced at Mo Chen and saw that Mo Chen's outfit was not an insider. The reporter said, "I'm so curious, I'll know the truth when I look back at our website." As he said that, the female reporter pointed to the logo on the left chest of his vest xx news website.

Mo Chen smiled and said to the other party, "That's right. I am an online novelist. I want to use the news here to write a horror novel. If you can tell me the details, I can add a note under my 'this chapter' and provide the material from your website. What do you think?"

"Puff~" the female reporter grinned, looked Mo Chen up and down again, and muttered in a low voice, "I didn't see it! I'm still a great writer."

Mo Chen bowed slightly, "I dare not be a writer, I am just a writer who loves writing."

The female reporter smiled and hummed, held the camera, adjusted the focus, and pressed the shutter in the level.

While she told Mo Chen, "The suspect's car that was buried alive before was just dug out. I heard that all the people in the car were sitting upright, just like they were alive."

"Are they all dead?" Zhan Peng, who was standing beside him, squeezed over and said.

The female reporter gave him a blank look, "Nonsense, aren't they all dead?"
Chapter completed!