Back to the world, you human trafficker are dead

The door opened, and Li Ziqiang saw a young and beautiful girl coming in. He looked at her in confusion. Was this another person coming to interrogate him?

Didn't he say that as long as his son is found, he would hand over the tools used in the crime.

Zhang Hui stared at his forehead for a while. The red line was bright and eye-catching. It seemed that his son was doing well.

"I can promise to help you find your son, but can you promise that what you say is true?"

Li Ziqiang smiled bitterly, his eyes were dark, probably because of the pain in his body that prevented him from sleeping peacefully at night.

"I'm almost dead, why would I lie? As long as I see my son, I will hand over the tools used to commit the crime."

Zhang Hui would not sympathize with a criminal, but this man had been deceived for half his life, had traveled all over the country for his children, and now he was suffering from a terminal illness and would not live for many days.

After receiving the approval from above, Zhang Hui teamed up with Xiao Qingze again and set off with Li Ziqiang.

The child had been sold a long time ago, and his exact whereabouts were still unknown. It was also unknown how long he would be away from home.

When Zhang Lu passed by her home, he went out of his way to talk to her grandparents about her life, and told them that if she had not returned by the time school started, they would ask for leave from the school on her behalf.

After everything was settled, the three of them set off in the car.

Following the red line instructions, they left the province and headed south.

With her continuous practice over the years, the red line indicated by the tracing chain has been continuously lengthening, from the original two hundred meters to the current five hundred meters.

In this way, she can see farther and save a lot of time on the road.

It was a rare sunny day in winter. The warm sunlight shone through the car window onto Zhang Hui's rosy face.

Xiao Qingze clearly saw that the tiny, furry hairs on her cheeks were almost transparent in the light.

I haven't seen her for a few months. She seems to have changed a little, but also seems to have not changed at all.

He and Zhang Hui walked along the way, chatting casually about trivial matters, while Li Ziqiang huddled in the back seat without saying a word.

In this way, the three people in the car followed Zhang Hui's instructions and continued to move closer to the south.

On this day, they entered G Province around noon. There were several restaurants along the national highway. Xiao Qingze turned the steering wheel and stopped at the roadside.

The three got off the car and randomly chose a restaurant to eat.

For fear of causing panic among others, Xiao Qingze untied his silver bracelet when he got off the car.

Li Ziqiang behaved quite well along the way, but Xiao Qingze did not dare to relax at all. After all, the man in front of him had seen blood.

Xiao Qingze ordered three bowls of pig intestine noodles, which is the signature dish of this place.

Soon, the noodles were served. The snow-white noodles, red pork intestines, green vegetables and black fungus were mixed in with it, and the aroma filled the air, whetting one's appetite.

Zhang Hui is not a picky eater. He picked up a piece of noodle and tasted it. It was chewy and fresh, slightly spicy with a hint of sourness. It was indeed delicious!

The three of them didn't say anything. After about ten minutes, the noodles and the soup were eaten up cleanly.

"This noodle is well made!" Li Ziqiang wiped his mouth and praised, "I have traveled all over the country for so many years and have eaten a lot of noodles. This noodle can be called..."

He raised his hand and gave a thumbs-up. After hearing what he said, a guest at the next table also said, "Brother, are you from another place?"

Li Ziqiang nodded. The man smiled and said, "You don't know, this noodle shop is famous for its delicious taste in the surrounding area. No matter if it's people passing by or from the surrounding villages, no one has bad things to say about it after eating it."

"Yes, I ate one bowl and wanted a second one! I haven't had such a comfortable meal in a long time."

Li Ziqiang pressed his stomach, feeling a little bloated and painful. It was rare for him to have a good appetite since he got sick, and he accidentally ate a little too much.

The guests at the next table started talking excitedly: "This man is a good cook. He opened a restaurant on the roadside and is the boss and the chef himself."

"Their family is well-off, and their kid is a good student, ranking first every year. If my child could be half as good as theirs, I would be satisfied."

When talking about children, Li Ziqiang's face showed bitterness. Where are his children?

"Lao Zheng!" A deep voice came, and the guest next door responded.

Zhang Hui saw the man who called people coming out of the kitchen with a bowl of noodles. Is he the boss? It turned out that they knew each other.

"Old Zheng, when you pass by my house on your way back, tell your sister-in-law a message. I was so busy that I forgot to buy books for the child. Ask his mother to take him to buy them as soon as possible so that he won't delay his studies any longer."

The man was sweating in the cold weather, with a smile on his round face. He was slightly fat and brought a unique smell of the kitchen with him as he walked.

As he spoke, he put down the bowl of noodles in his hand. Lao Zheng agreed and said with a smile: "Brother Du, how did you raise your child? He is such a good student!"

Boss Du smiled innocently: "Neither his mother nor I have ever intervened. He just studies hard on his own."

Zhang Hui didn't pay attention to what the two people said next.

After eating and resting, Xiao Qingze paid the bill and the three of them got in the car again and set off.

Not long after the car started driving, Zhang Hui discovered that the red line passing through Li Ziqiang's forehead had changed direction.

After her suggestion, Xiao Qingze turned the car and entered a small road beside the national highway.

The path is not wide, just enough for a four-wheeled vehicle to pass through.

The bright red line points straight to a small village not far ahead.

At noon, smoke rose from the village as each household prepared the most important meal of the day.

Li Ziqiang noticed something and asked repeatedly, "Have we arrived yet? Is my son in this village?"

Zhang Hui did not answer him directly, but asked him calmly: "The child is doing well, do you want to let him know that he has a murderer father?"

Li Ziqiang was speechless, his body was frozen, and his eyes were moist. After a long while, he said in a hoarse voice: "I just want to see him, and know that he is doing well!"

Zhang Hui said to Xiao Qingze: "Please stop the car on the side of the road."

"Let's just go in and ask for some water to drink. I don't need to say anything else, right?"

Her last sentence was naturally directed to Li Ziqiang. Li Ziqiang suppressed his inner excitement and nodded quickly.

The car stopped at the roadside at the entrance of the village, and the three got out and walked.

Zhang Hui led the two of them straight to the first house at the entrance of the village. This family had an ordinary farmyard. The area around the entrance was clean and tidy, and there were red flood prevention slogans painted on the outer wall.

There is a two-story building in the yard. The walls are covered with fashionable beige tiles. It looks particularly energetic under the shade of green trees.

As we approached the gate, the guard dog started barking first.

Then a soft female voice asked in the courtyard: "Who is it?"

Zhang Hui raised his voice: "Hello, I'm just passing by. Can I come in and ask for a drink of water?"

After a while, the red-painted iron door opened, and a kind-looking woman in her thirties or forties said with a smile, "Come in, not to mention asking for a drink of water, even a meal is no problem!"

Seeing how warm and generous she was, Li Ziqiang felt a little relieved. A child raised by such a person would probably also be cheerful and optimistic.

The three of them entered the yard. It wasn't big, but it was tidied very carefully.

There were no chicken coops or pig pens commonly seen in rural areas. There were only some flowers and plants planted in the corner, and next to the flowers and plants was a wooden doghouse.

An authentic Chinese native dog was staring at three strangers with a fierce look.

The woman led them to sit on the stone bench at the kitchen door, went in and got three bowls, and then called out, "Xiao Ming, take out the tea bottle from the room."

Now, there is no need to find an excuse. This Xiao Ming is probably the child they are looking for, that is, Li Ziqiang’s son, if there are no other children of similar age in this family.

Soon, a fair-skinned boy of about twelve or thirteen ran out of the house. He looked energetic and had a bright smile.

The young man was as graceful as jade. He picked up the teapot and poured water for the guest.

The self-retrospective bead shot out, passed through the red line between Li Ziqiang's eyebrows and his eyebrows, and merged together in an instant.

Li Ziqiang's eyes never moved away for a second. This nose looks like him, this mouth also looks like him, and this...

Xiao Qingze smiled cheerfully: "Sister, this is your son. How old is he? How is his study?"

"Well, this is my youngest son Du Jingming. He is 13 years old this year and he is doing well in his studies." The eldest sister's face was full of pride when she talked about her son.

Du Jingming felt that this silent uncle was a little strange, and he felt embarrassed as he kept staring at him.

"You're 13 years old, now it's time for you to go to junior high school. There are a few more subjects and the workload is heavy. Can you handle it?" Zhang Hui asked the boy directly.

Du Jingming saw that it was a pretty girl who asked him, and he couldn't help blushing: "I can keep up. I got first place in the class in the final exam."

"Great!" Zhang Hui gave him a thumbs up, and the blush on the boy's face spread to his ears.