The Little Boy of Many Years ago

Suburb warehouse of Lan City

The police cars stopped by the side of the road and the medical personnel brought out a corpse covered in white cloth. Gong Chen reached out and lifted up the white cloth, and after a glance, he could not help but vomit continuously on the side of the road.

The corpse's face had long since changed, and blood and flesh were mixed together, it was impossible to differentiate who the real identity of the dead was. What was most worrisome was that there was no trace of Su Qinglian here.

She's gone …

"Beep, beep, beep..." A black Bentley car sped over as if it had lost control of itself. It hurriedly got off with a cold face. The moment it saw the corpse on the side, its heart skipped a beat.

As he got closer, he squatted down with trembling fingers. Trembling, he lifted the white cloth. The scene before his eyes made his vision go black. "Wa!" With a sound, he clutched his chest and spit out without caring about his image.