Back to the world, you human trafficker are dead

"Beer, drinks, mineral water, peanuts, melon seeds, and eight-treasure porridge. Come on, put your legs down." As the salesperson shouted, the crowd on the train became agitated.

Zhang Hui took out some food he had with him and handed it to his mother, and then he picked up an egg cake and started eating it.

Officer Liu and Comrade Xiao Guo, who were sitting across the table, also started to fill their stomachs.

Turning around, he saw Xiao Qingze and Wang Yang on the other side of the aisle, preparing to buy snacks from a vendor's cart. "Hey, wait, you two are getting in the car without any food prepared?" Officer Liu saw it.

Wang Yang waved his hand: "No, it's tiring to carry. I was planning to buy it on the train."

"I'm really impressed. Do you want eggs, egg cakes, or biscuits..." Officer Liu showed his inventory.

Wang Yang shyly took some pancakes and eggs and handed them to Xiao Qingze, who thanked him politely.

Officer Liu muttered to himself, "These melon seeds, peanuts, drinks, etc. are a waste of money. They don't fill you up, and they don't quench your thirst. Sigh, young people don't know how expensive firewood, rice, oil, and salt are until they manage a household..."

"Okay, Uncle Liu, please forgive us. We know we are wrong." Wang Yang scratched his head and begged for mercy repeatedly, feeling a headache from being scolded.

Zhang Hui and Xiao Guo couldn't help but cover their mouths and laugh secretly. Xiao Qingze also showed a faint smile. Wang Yang was so angry when he saw it that he yelled: "Hey, you guys are so mean. Old Xiao, you can still laugh, Uncle Liu is talking to you!"

Now everyone couldn't help laughing. Zhang Wenxiu looked at this and that, not understanding what they were laughing at, and she laughed too.

When I was sitting on the train, I felt it was fresh at first and the scenery outside the window was nice, but after two or three hours it lost its appeal.

Zhang Hui and Xiao Guo chatted casually, while Officer Liu remained alert, looking around inconspicuously from time to time. Only Zhang Wenxiu was still crouching by the window like a child.

Wang Yang drank too much water and went to the toilet. After a while, he came over quickly and whispered to them, "Hey, I just went to carriage No. 4 and found a man with a 3-year-old girl. The girl was crying so hard. Do you think he is a human trafficker?"

Everyone was shocked, and Officer Liu's expression became serious: "How did you determine that the girl was trafficked?"

Wang Yang scratched his head: "I heard the passengers around me saying that the child had been crying for a long time, and no matter how the man tried to comfort him, the child just kept crying."

"If this was the child's relative, they would definitely know what the child likes and would use that to appease the child. How could they let the child cry all the time and become hoarse?"

"The passenger asked him how old his child was, but he didn't know. He also didn't know the child's name. Isn't that strange?"

Everyone thought so and asked Wang Yang to lead the way so that they could go and take a look.

Before they could get close, a child's cry came over. The voice was indeed a little hoarse, and accompanied by the man's impatient growl: "Hey, can you comfort her and stop her from crying? It's so annoying!"

Some people around me blamed me, and some doubted me: "Are you the father of this child? Why did you let the child cry all the time? You cried until your voice was hoarse. Do you know how to comfort the child?"

A cute little girl with fair skin sat on the seat, crying loudly with her eyes closed. The man next to her, who was about thirty years old, was anxious and at a loss, trying to comfort her softly, but it was useless, the child still cried non-stop.

Seeing that the girl was crying breathlessly, someone in the crowd suggested asking the conductor to help.

Zhang Hui thought: This human trafficker wouldn't be so brazen, right? Maybe the girl's biological parents had something to ask this man to take care of her?

Suddenly, there was a change in front of her eyes. A red line shot from her wrist towards the girl, then passed through the girl's eyebrows and shot towards an unknown distance.

This girl is indeed not his child. From Xiaohu to the baby on the platform, Zhang Hui has also discovered some functions of the traceability chain. It should be able to identify or point out who the child’s biological parents are?

The train attendant came and after questioning, the man admitted that he was not the child's relative, but a colleague of the child's mother.

The child's mother was on a business trip to Xiwen County, and the child was crying and making a fuss, but the father couldn't take care of him at home. He happened to be going to Xiwen County, so he begged him to take the child over to the child's mother.

The attendant quickly explained the situation to the conductor, and after verification, it was found that the child's mother was waiting at Xiwen County Railway Station.

When people got the answer, they realized that they were not human traffickers and dispersed.

Everyone returned to their seats. Wang Yang felt a little embarrassed: "Fortunately, it's not a human trafficker." "Well, it's a good thing for everyone to stay vigilant at all times." Officer Liu rarely praised him.

Zhang Hui touched the dot on his wrist and suddenly found that the dot was a little different. Its color seemed to have become lighter. Zhang Hui carefully recalled what color it was at first.

She had never paid much attention to this thing, which did not hurt or itch. Although she had heard her master mention that it was a magic weapon, she had never realized it. In addition, she was only focused on cultivation, so she paid even less attention to it.

It should be dark gray, but now it has turned light gray. What's going on? Is it an upgrade? Zhang Hui wondered secretly.

Zhang Wenxiu tugged at her sleeve: "Go back..."

Zhang Hui came back to his senses and asked softly, "What's wrong? Are you still hungry?" Zhang Wenxiu shook her head.

"Oh, so you're going to the toilet?" Zhang Hui guessed, and then helped her mother stand up and prepare to go to the toilet.

My goodness, there were people in both toilets. Zhang Hui and his mother waited for a while, but no one came out. No wonder Wang Yang had to go to carriage 4 to take care of it.

Afraid that her mother couldn't wait any longer, Zhang Hui took Zhang Wenxiu to carriage No. 4, but toilet No. 4 was also occupied. She had no choice but to continue walking forward with her mother.

Fortunately, there was no one in the toilet in carriage No. 5, so Zhang Wenxiu went in to take care of it, and Zhang Hui stood waiting at the door.

"Ahhhh..." Suddenly a piercing scream broke the silence in the car.

It was about six in the evening, and it was already dark outside. Most people were drowsy after dinner, and were startled by the shout.

Those with bad tempers started to curse: "Who are you? What's wrong with you? Can't you let me sleep?"

Some people also murmured: "Yeah, whose naughty child is this? Why doesn't the parent care about it?"

The screams continued, and a group of people gradually gathered around the place where the screams came from. Zhang recalled: This seems to be exactly the same as what happened just now, and thought: Could this child also be taken to see his mother?

But this child's scream was a little different. It revealed fear, anger, loneliness... This was not right. She could hear that the emotions contained in the little girl's cry just now were completely different.

Just then, her mother came out of the bathroom, and Zhang Hui pulled Zhang Wenxiu to take a look, otherwise she would not be able to leave.

Taking advantage of the gap in the crowd, Zhang Hui pulled his mother in.

In the center of the crowd, a young woman in her twenties or thirties was patting a five or six-year-old girl on the back with an anxious look on her face, coaxing her from time to time: "Stop shouting, you've woken up all the uncles and aunts."

The girl was thin and her face was a little pale. She stood in front of the car seat, and some matchsticks were scattered on the ground.

She didn't react to the woman's words, but still looked straight ahead with her mouth wide open, screaming.

Everyone frowned, and the young woman apologized to them repeatedly: "I'm sorry, it's the child's first time taking a train, and it's dark out, so he must have been scared."