My divorce is going crazy! My husband's whole family is dumbfounded

Chapter 306 Cruelty

A series of rustling signal tones came from the intercom that Mi Chuan left for Wen Lan, mixed with a few unreal human voices.

Wen Lan looked at the black handheld phone, her fingers trembling, as if pressing the call button would decide someone's life or death.

"Sister Wen Lan, found..." There was another burst of noise.

"Hello?" she whispered tentatively.

"Hello?" she shouted at the top of her lungs, her mind wavering between hope and despair.

What did they find? What did they find? Did they find someone, or did they find…

Below the cliff, there seemed to be a bustling crowd, as if all the sounds were gathering in one place.

"Bu Yufan! Is that you? Is that you?" Her hands involuntarily clenched the clothes on her chest, and her other hand held her daughter's hand, squeezing tighter and tighter. It seemed that if she didn't use a little more strength, the hard-earned hope would slip through her fingers.

The abyss beneath the cliff was like a pitch-black whirlpool that made her dizzy, frightened, and suffocated.

"Mom, my hands hurt. Mom." Wen Nuan called her softly.

"Nuan Nuan!" She was startled and loosened her hand, leaving traces of finger marks on the child's delicate wrist.

"Nuannuan, I'm sorry, I'm sorry, mommy hurt you, didn't I?" She half-knelt down and rubbed the bruises and white marks on the child.

"Mom, I want to cry, is that okay? Mom!" Even adults can't control their emotions, but the little kid tried to hold back. "Dad fell down, didn't he? Dad must be in pain! Mom, I feel bad for Dad! I want Dad! I want Dad to come back!"

The child's cry whimpered in his throat, his little shoulders trembled convulsively, and tears fell.

"Wen Nuan, your dad might have just... maybe had a small accident, huh?" She didn't know how to comfort the child. "He'll be fine! He won't be! Right?"

She held the child in her arms and stroked her back.

"Wen Nuan, you have to cheer up your father. If he is really trapped... down there, he will hear what you say. He will definitely hear it."

"Mom, Dad will not leave us!" The warm tone became firm.

"Because, he found me with great difficulty!" But when he said this, the child's tears welled up again.

Firefighters in the distance suddenly began to prepare ropes and stretchers. Someone ran towards her.

"Comrade, are you a relative of the trapped person?" The young man eagerly confirmed the information with her.

"The trapped?" Wen Lan repeated the sentence with a trembling voice, "You mean the trapped?"

"Yes, we just found the trapped person. Although the person is in a coma, he still has vital signs. Now our firefighters and the emergency doctors will go down together. The police will also investigate and collect evidence. Our squad leader asked me to tell the family members as soon as possible to rest assured that we will do our best to rescue the injured." The young firefighter brought first-hand news from the front line.

"Unconscious? Any vital signs?" She repeated hoarsely, sadly, and mechanically.

Is this good news?

"Don't worry, family members. The injured have broken bones and signs of being beaten. We have to wait for the emergency doctor to come down to diagnose the specific situation."

"Being beaten?" Wen Lan tried hard to stay awake. With his skills, how could this be possible?

"Comrade firefighter, is the injured person a female? Or?"

"Female, about 60 years old."

Female? Could the "trapped person" that everyone found be Zhou Yajun? Could it be Bu Yufan's mother?

Beaten? Broken bones? Oh my God! Wen Lan covered her forehead to hide her tears.

What happened last night? A kind of pain that was almost desperate surrounded her layer by layer.

The walkie-talkie in her hand suddenly connected.

"Sister Wen Lan, we have found President Bu's mother. Now we have to get her up. The old lady, she..." Mi Chuan suddenly lost his voice.

Wen Lan's throat was hoarse, and she asked in a plaintive voice, "You can't continue."

She gasped, still choking, and she gasped for air. "It's serious, isn't it? Tell me the truth."

"Well... the old man's head... must have been hit. There is swelling and bruising."

"There's more, right? Tell me." Wen Lan took a deep breath, and her snot mixed with tears wet her cracked lips that were bitten and bled.

"Another obvious injury is that one of the old man's lower legs and tibia..." Mi Chuan paused again, "It must have been broken by someone using a hard object. The scene was brutal."

She nodded, unconsciously, and the walkie-talkie slipped from her hand onto the grass.

Her face was as white as paper, and her throat seemed to be pressed by a stone, making it impossible for her to speak.

"Mom." Wen Nuan was obviously frightened by Wen Lan's appearance. She knelt down gently on the grass obediently and let Wen Lan lean on her small body.

"Nuannuan. Later, when grandma comes up, don't go to see her. Ah. Be obedient, Nuannuan." Wen Lan warned the child with her remaining consciousness.

"Well, I'm obedient, I'm obedient, I'll listen to mom. As long as I'm obedient, grandma will be fine, and dad... won't leave me."

The search and rescue drone flew into the sky, flew between the tall trees, and then sank into the valley. The sound of the huge blades spinning sounded so cold.

Bu Yufan's car wouldn't appear here for no reason.

Bu Yufan, did you come here with Zhou Yajun?

Who beat Zhou Yajun like that? What kind of heartless and inhumane demon could break someone's calf alive?

So, Zhou Yajun was seriously injured and fell into a coma. What about Bu Yufan? Where is Bu Yufan?

Wen Lan didn't dare to think further.

Almost all the villagers in Litoukeng were mobilized and joined the rescue.

The villagers led the way, delivered supplies, and everyone wanted to do something with good intentions.

"Alas, when has something like this ever happened in our village? It has always been peaceful."

The villagers expressed their regret in a low voice.

"But that thing, the thing that flies around, what's it called?"

"Drones."

"Yes, yes, a drone. I saw one a few days ago. It was bigger than this one, and the humming sound was even louder."

Several villagers gathered together to talk, and the content of their conversation caught Wen Lan's attention.

"My friend, can you get me a bottle of iced tea? I have hypoglycemia." Wen Lan asked weakly for help.

"Okay, okay!" The fellow quickly brought a drink and a bag of soft bread. "Hurry up and eat something."

Wen Lan took over, ate a few bites of dry food, drank half a bottle of iced black tea, and turned the topic to drones.