Chapter 910 Last Message (1)

An Ziqi was woken up, and looked at the time, it was only after seven o'clock, could it be that Xiao Moli forgot to bring the key when he went out early in the morning?

He got up in a daze, put on his slippers and went to open the door.

"Why don't you bring..."

Before he finished speaking, he saw Wuga, the little girl from the landlord's house outside the door, with a face full of anxiety and panting violently in his chest, apparently running all the way here.

"What's wrong with Wuga? Can I help you with anything?" An Ziqi rubbed her sleepy eyes and asked strangely.

"The ship... something happened to the ship?"

"What boat?" An Ziqi just woke up, still a little confused.

"Early... the boat that goes to sea in the morning."

An Ziqi only felt a sudden bang in her head, and only the words "the boat was in trouble" were left.

There are not many residents on the small island, and only two or three fishing boats go out to sea every morning.

In order to give her fresh seafood, Xiao Moli would get up early in the morning to go fishing with the fishing boat.

His legs felt weak, his throat tightened for a while, but he couldn't speak when he wanted to speak.

After a while, a voice came out with difficulty, "What happened?"

"Suddenly a tornado appeared at sea, and a boat capsized. Now everyone is discussing rescue at my house. Sister, come with me."

As soon as Wu Ga's words fell, An Ziqi's eyes darkened, her body couldn't help shaking, she closed her eyes, and told herself desperately that it must not be the boat that Xiao Moli was in, and he will be fine, he will definitely be fine. something will happen.

Trying to calm himself down, holding his lower abdomen, he raised his legs and walked quickly towards Wuga's house.

Wuga followed behind her, also running towards her home.

Originally, An Ziqi rented the Wuga family's house, not far away.

When I entered the door, I heard the low sobbing of women and the voices of men discussing fiercely.

"The current situation is not suitable for rescue. We have completely lost contact with the ships going out to sea, and we cannot determine where they are now." A middle-aged man said loudly.

"These are the places where we go fishing every day. We can find them one by one." Wuga's father said anxiously.

His daughter's new husband was also on board, so he was naturally anxious.

"What they encountered was a tornado. The ship may have already been swept away or deviated from its direction. The typhoon has been affected and turned to this place. Now going to sea for rescue is to seek death." The middle-aged man scolded angrily.

"But, if we don't save them, do we want us to watch them die here?"

Hearing these words, An Ziqi almost couldn't stand still.

Wuga's mother was originally by her daughter's side, but when she saw An Ziqi's situation, she hurriedly stepped forward to support her and comfort her, "An, you are still pregnant, don't worry."

How could An Ziqi not be in a hurry, grabbed her arm tightly, and asked with a little shortness of breath, "Which boat capsized?"

There are two or three boats going out to sea, and now she can only pray that Xiao Moli will not be on that boat.

Wuga's mother shook her head with red eyes, "I only received a distress message in the morning, and then I lost contact with them completely."

There is also a radio station in the middle of the room that is in contact with fishing boats on weekdays, and now it is making the sound of electricity.

"The typhoon is likely to turn here soon. Our rescue equipment is not enough to resist. Now we can only try our best to find a way to ask for help from the nearest city G." The middle-aged man said heavily.