The rain dripped on the lens, making a pattering sound, a kind of eerie silence seeped into the bones.
Fu Qingshuang bit her lower lip, turning her gaze away. She didn't know how many times she had watched this videotape...
Chen An sat down next to Mo Nanjue, even the Men in Black standing beside them held their breath.
At this moment, the screen began to move, a rustling sound came, the sound of raindrops hitting the car.
Mo Nanjue narrowed his eyes, the scene was clearly on a stretch of high-speed highway, the time should be early morning, and there was no one around.
The scene gradually began to clear up, and a Buick car parked not far away could be seen, the license plate could faintly be seen, Jinhai K5672.
It's a Jinhai City license plate.
Mo Nanjue exchanged a glance with Chen An, the man squinted, a cold glint flashed in his eyes.
