Back to the world, you human trafficker are dead

After the baby was sent to the hospital, Chu Xingman remembered something and went to look for Shan Ye, but he had slipped away without her knowing.

Zhang Hui looked at Chu Xingman's red face and smiled to comfort her: "Okay, let's go back to bed. If you don't get some beauty sleep so late, your skin will be in trouble tomorrow."

Chu Xingman went downstairs with her angrily, and after casually discussing a few words with her roommate, she went to rest.

The next day, Zhang Hui learned from Yang Wu that the child was out of danger and was relieved.

As for who the child's mother is, she thought that if that person has a conscience, she would reveal it herself, so there is no need for her to interfere.

There were no classes in the afternoon, so Zhang Hui and Chu Xingman packed up and went to the pedestrian street to buy some things for the children.

As soon as they entered the door, Baozhen's grandmother happily told them that Xiao Ping'an had just smiled at her. Xiao Ping'an was the name given to him by his grandmother, and she hoped that he would grow up safely and healthily.

Zhang Hui praised: "Xiao Ping An is really smart! He knew this was his grandmother."

When Old Mrs. Xu heard this, she couldn't stop smiling and quickly invited them to come in and sit down.

While the old lady wasn't paying attention, Chu Xingman leaned over to her ear and whispered in a very weak voice, "That should be because the child's nervous system is not fully developed, so he can't help but smile."

"Why are you still following her words?"

Zhang Hui also replied softly: "This is a white lie. How old is the old lady? She has seen everything. She just wants to say this."

Old Mrs. Xu is trying to comfort herself that the next generation is good. It would be so embarrassing if she exposed it.

Chu Xingman suddenly realized that it was fortunate that she was a step slower and did not say it directly, otherwise it would have been really embarrassing.

After they put down the clothes and milk powder they had bought for the child and told Baozhen the purpose of their visit, Baozhen lowered her head and did not speak for a long time. No one knew what she was thinking.

Chu Xingman opened her mouth to ask, but was stopped by Zhang Hui. Seeing that she was shrouded in confusion and looked very depressed, Zhang Hui said nothing more and let her think about her future life alone.

After saying goodbye to Grandma Xu and little Ping'an in her arms, Zhang Hui took Chu Xingman and prepared to leave.

Next week, the school will be on winter vacation, and Zhang Hui wants to buy some gifts to take home.

The pedestrian street was crowded with people of all kinds.

"Hey, Zhang Hui, look, he's so pitiful." Chu Xingman pulled Zhang Hui's sleeve.

Zhang Hui followed her gaze and saw a color-printed A4 paper attached to a telephone pole with a photo of a little girl on it.

The girl is looking at the camera with an innocent and ignorant look, showing her white teeth and smiling brightly.

Next to the photo are a few lines of black font: Yang Zixuan, female, three years old, lost on the pedestrian street on January 2011, 1, wearing a yellow cotton jacket and colorful cotton pants. If you can provide clues, you will be rewarded. Phone: 3xxxxx159

"The New Year is almost here, how could he get lost? His family must be so worried." Chu Xingman was anxious for them and wished she could help find the child immediately.

"Yeah." Zhang Hui frowned slightly, thinking about making a phone call to ask Captain Yang, but Yang Wu is the captain of the detachment, so he shouldn't care about these things, right?

"Hey, that woman is here again!"

"Where else can she go if not here?"

"It's all her own fault. She couldn't even take care of a little girl."

There were faint sounds coming from all around, and Zhang Hui's sight was deeply attracted by a woman who was about thirty years old.

The woman was wearing a white down jacket that was so dirty that its color was almost unrecognizable. Her hair was tied up in a bun and her delicate makeup was smudged.

She was holding a large stack of papers in her hand and handed them out to everyone she met. She started by asking, "Have you seen this little girl? She's so tall." She gestured with her hands to indicate her approximate height.

The piece of paper contained the information they had just seen. It turned out that she was the mother of the girl Yang Zixuan.

Today is January 1th. She has probably been coming here every day since her daughter went missing, searching hopelessly for her.

Who would notice a three-year-old girl who is less than one meter tall and gets lost on this pedestrian street with such a huge flow of people?

Maybe there were witnesses, maybe not. Zhang thought about it and realized that it had been a week. There was a high probability that the child had been abducted.

Since she had encountered this matter, she had to take care of it.

She walked up to the woman, who quickly handed her the missing person notice and repeated the words she had repeated countless times: "Did you see this little girl? She's so tall."

Chu Xingman's eyes were moist, and she sniffed: "Zhang Hui, what should I do? I want to cry."

"I'll help you find it!" Zhang Hui said to the woman word by word seriously.

A trace of surprise flashed across the woman's bewildered face. After a moment, she became excited, grabbed Zhang Hui's hand, and asked quickly: "Do you know where my Zixuan is? Where is she? Please take me there!"

Zhang Hui couldn't bear to look at her eyes. What kind of eyes were those? There was a glimmer of hope and prayer in the despair, and a hint of life in the dead silence.

Chu Xingman was surprised and delighted: "Zhang Hui, do you really have a way to find this child?"

Zhang Hui nodded, and then said to the woman seriously: "I need your cooperation to find the child."

The woman wiped away her tears and choked up, "I'm willing to do whatever you want me to do."

Zhang Hui was a little confused by what he said: "Just come with me."

"I want to go too!" Chu Xingman came over and looked at Zhang Hui's face, fearing that she would not agree.

"Let's go." Not wanting to waste any more time, Zhang Hui silently allowed Chu Xingman to follow.

The three of them hurriedly left the pedestrian street. The people around were a little dumbfounded, and someone said what everyone was wondering: "Did the girl say anything? Do you have any clues?"

Regardless of the discussions of the people behind him, Zhang Hui stared at the red line between the woman's eyebrows, walked out of the pedestrian street and headed east.

There is a residential area on the east side, and there is a high school next to the residential area, which attracts people from all walks of life in the surrounding area. It has all kinds of food, daily necessities, and entertainment, and all the money earned is from students.

Following the direction indicated by the red line, the three of them turned several turns and finally arrived at an alley not far from the school.

The alley was quiet and empty. Chu Xingman approached Zhang Hui timidly.

Zhang Hui was staring intently at the center of the woman's eyebrows, with the red line pointing deep into the alley.

"Ding-ling-ling..." A shrill telephone ring rang, and Chu Xingman was so scared that she jumped three feet high.

It was the woman's cell phone that rang. She answered the call, and before she could say anything, the other party started to scold her: "Are you crazy? You actually believed what two young girls said. What's the matter? Have you also been kidnapped?"

This was probably because some people were afraid that she would be cheated, so they informed her family as soon as she left.

Zhang Hui heard it clearly from the side, and even Chu Xingman heard a little bit, after all, the alley was very quiet.

"I..." The woman had just said the word "I" when the person on the other end of the phone said, "Lei, please come back soon. You can't lose Zixuan again after she was lost and not found."

"Mom..." The woman recognized her mother's voice and was about to say something when someone else spoke on the other end of the line: "Come back here! Stop running around like a madman!"

The phone was hung up with a ding. The woman stood in the alley with red eyes, trying hard to hold back her tears.

Zhang Hui pretended not to hear or see anything. At this moment, she didn't need their unnecessary sympathy. She just wanted to see the child.

He wanted to give her enough time to calm down, but the woman recovered quickly and said to Zhang Hui: "Where are we going next?"

"let's go."

As the sun sets, golden afterglow shines down from above their heads, as if guiding them forward.