Zhimian walked out of the bathroom and returned to the design department. Lin Ling just finished her work. When she saw Zhimian's face and slightly red eyes, she was stunned: "What's wrong? I feel uncomfortable?"

Zhimian shook his head and tried to lift the corner of his lips: "No..."

Lin Ling told her good news, "Manager Yuan just asked me to contact several publishing houses during this period to try to see if your comic is possible."

Zhimian heard this, which was indeed good news, but she was completely unhappy.

She lowered her eyes, moved her lips, and her voice was very faint: "Thank you, Sister Lin Ling, but with my current qualifications, it shouldn't be enough..."

"Why isn't it enough? Your comics have good network data, and the company values ​​you very much."

value.

These two words sound like irony.

If it weren't for Duan Zhuo, how could they treat her like this?

Zhimian's nose felt sore, and a fake smile was supported on his face, unable to speak.

Lin Ling encouraged her: "This is the first time I have heard someone say this. Just relax and concentrate on drawing your comics."

"……Um."

...

It was already evening after the entire conversation, and Lin Ling asked Zhimian to leave first.

Zhimian went downstairs and walked out of the building. He found that the sky was gloomy and the sun was dusk, leaving only gray clouds pressing on his head. Looking around, it was completely monotonous and depressing gray black.

She didn't go to the subway station, but walked aimlessly on the street.

Several thunder sounded from time to time in the sky.

The pedestrians around them were in a hurry, as if they had finished their day's hard work, and they all rushed to their homes. Zhimian was alone, and I don't know how long I had walked, and I came to the riverside in the coming night.

The river is vast, and several ships are sailing on the river surface, and there is a neon light opposite the river.

A white light suddenly passed by the horizon in the distance, and then a thunder sounded, and after a while, a few drops of rain suddenly fell.

Zhimian didn't bring an umbrella. She passed by a stone pavilion near the river and turned in. Then the heavy rain fell completely.

The sound of rain was rustling, and the willow trees planted beside the pavilion were rustling by raindrops. In less than a few minutes, all the scenery in front of me was covered with a rain curtain.

She sat alone on the stone chair in the pavilion and looked outside.

Suddenly, the ringtone of the cell phone in my hand rang.

The sight fell.

The word "two" is displayed on the top.

It just so happened that it was Duan Zhuo.

She drank the phone directly after a while. After a while, the other end dialed again.

Zhimian hung up again decisively.

The information the man asked about came in: [Are you busy?]

Zhimian looked at the message and replied: [Don't call me again.]

She locked the screen of her phone, raised her face, looked at the riverside, suppressing her sore eyes.

In the office, Duan Zhuo, who had just finished training, leaned against the table and called Zhimian. He originally wanted to ask her to see a private art exhibition.

He knew that girls liked painting the most. If she used other reasons, she might not be willing to come out, and she would be interested in painting.

However, the phone was out and it rang twice, indicating that it was in the call.

Hang up?

He thought she was busy and sent a message, but received her reply, asking him not to contact her again.

What does this mean?

He sent her a message, but without replying, he called again in confusion.

However, no matter how many calls are, no one answers.

Even if there is a quarrel in the past, the little girl will not let him contact him.

His eyes were dark, and his eyebrows became tighter and tighter.

Why did she ignore him?

Thunderstorms roar outside the window.

The rain slammed on the windows.

He vaguely noticed something was wrong, and his heart seemed to be tightly wrapped by a rope, and his forehead was thundering.

He hung up and redialed, and he repeated this action mechanically, but no matter how many times he hit it, it was the same result.

Duan Zhuo's eyes turned cold and he threw his phone onto the sofa.

With a muffled "bang", the phone bounced off the leather sofa and finally fell to the ground.

The knock on the door sounded, and Cheng Li pushed the door and came in after hearing the sound.

Cheng Li saw the man holding his eyelashes, his aura was heavy, his breath was fluctuating significantly, and a mobile phone was lying on the ground next to the coffee table.

He was stunned for a moment, and just as he was about to speak, he saw Duan Zhuo stand up straight, pick up the coat at his hand, and walk out.

Cheng Li picked up his phone, followed immediately, and asked, "Brother Zhuo, what's wrong?"

Duan Zhuo raised his eyes, dark pupils, and his tone was mute: "Find out Zhimian for me."-

Thunderstorms rolled, and the entire Lin City was shrouded in heavy rain, like a trapped beast in the dark night.

Lincheng is located in the south, with rainy and humid spring. This is the first rainfall in Lincheng since the beginning of spring. It is coming in a raging manner, and it has caused all the main roads in the center of Lincheng to be blocked.

The car moved slowly in the blocked traffic. In the driver's seat, Cheng Li kept making calls, trying to contact Zhimian through various connections.

However, no one on campus or outside the school knew that Zhimian refused to answer the phone calls from everyone and lost contact with everyone.

Later, it turned out to shut down.

Cheng Li hung up the last call and reported to Duan Zhuo: "Brother Zhuo, Miss Zhi's roommate said that she went out to create Baiwei Company in the afternoon. People in the company said that Miss Zhi came to talk about normal business and was quite happy. There was no dispute. She left at about 5:30, and she left well when she left, and she did not find any abnormalities."

Duan Zhuo pressed his eyebrows and a few hoarse words came out from his throat: "Is she back to school now?"

"The roommate said no, I have arranged for someone to go to the school to check and monitor."

"Go to school first."

Cheng Li Ying said.

Half an hour later, Bentley reached C-University, but there was still no news about Zhimian. Someone checked the surveillance and found that Zhimian had not returned to school.

So, it's raining heavily now, where is she alone?

Why did she run away and not want to see him?

What happened?

Duan Zhuo returned to the car and was silent for a while. Finally, he called Zhuang Jiarong and asked him for some people.

After learning about this, the other end was also worried and sent a group of people to search together.

Bentley was walking through the bustling city, Duan Zhuo looked carefully at the figure outside the street, trying to find the familiar figure, but was disappointed again and again.

Seven years ago, he met her twice in the huge city of Lin. However, now, finding her in a rainy night is like looking for a needle in a haystack, with little hope.

An hour later, Cheng Li received a call from the report and then said to Duan Zhuo:

"No one found it, they asked next..."

"Continue to look for it." Duan Zhuo's eyebrows were filled with anger, "Is there any more to ask?"

"yes."

The matter was spread from somewhere. Zhuge Yu and Sima Cheng also knew it, so they called over and asked, "What happened to Xiaojiu, right? Why can't they contact me suddenly?"

Duan Zhuo was in low pressure and didn't say anything. He comforted him a few words and said that he could help find someone.

After hanging up the phone, the man looked out the window with cold eyes.

He suddenly remembered that the night the little girl ran away from home seemed to be such a heavy rainy night.

He was angry with her at that time. After she left, he did not chase her, did not call her, and played in the guild all night, but did not go to see her when she got home.

After breaking up the next day, he did not go to find her and coaxed her back.

If he had done one of these things at that time...will today not happen at all?

Duan Zhuo closed his eyes.

The group kept looking for Zhimian everywhere in the city. The little girl did not go back to the apartment in Binyang Garden. Duan Zhuo went to the place where they had dated or the place where the little girl once liked to go very much. After going to everything she could think of, she still got nothing.

Three full hours passed, and Cheng Li could feel that the man was on the verge of anger and even dared not report the results to him again.

At around nine o'clock in the evening, Duan Zhuo finished smoking the last cigarette in his cigarette box.

The car encountered a red light and stopped.
To be continued...