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About thirty minutes later, Zhang Hui and the other two stopped in front of a house. The red line between the woman's eyebrows pointed directly to the left side of the house.

Yang Zixuan's mother looked at Zhang Hui expectantly, wanting to ask but not daring to. Zhang Hui smiled and nodded at her.

The woman was so excited that she knocked on the door like crazy. "Open the door! Is anyone there?" She knocked on the small iron door loudly.

"Who is it? Stop knocking!" An irritable female voice sounded from inside the house.

After a while, a middle-aged woman in her forties opened the door and looked at them warily.

"Who are you looking for?"

Yang Zixuan's mother's real name is Cao Lei. At this time, she asked excitedly: "Have you seen this little girl?" She unfolded the missing person notice and showed it to the owner of the house.

The homeowner looked him up and down and said casually, "I didn't see it." Then he was about to close the door.

Cao Lei got anxious and pushed the door hard to prevent her from closing it.

For some reason, Cao Lei believed Zhang Hui's judgment and if he said it was here, then it must be here.

The middle-aged woman showed anger and said impatiently: "What are you doing? If you say you haven't seen it, then you haven't seen it."

Chu Xingman couldn't bear to watch it, so she pleaded, "Take another look, who knows what impression you might have?"

"Please, she is only three years old!" Tears could not stop flowing as Cao Lei stared at the owner's face expectantly.

The homeowner had no choice but to take the missing person notice from her hand and this time read it carefully.

"I really haven't seen it. Go away and look somewhere else. Don't waste your time here."

Cao Lei's body went limp and she almost collapsed to the ground. She couldn't believe that it was all in vain.

Zhang Hui saw the woman was about to close the door, so he pointed to the left side of the house and asked her, "Who lives there?"

The homeowner looked back in the direction she pointed, then looked at her again and asked warily, "What does that have to do with you? If you harass me again, I'll call the police!"

Chu Xingman supported Cao Lei and said coldly: "Go ahead and report it! I will also sue you for kidnapping a child!"

"Who kidnapped the child? You little girl, can you speak? Why do you come to my house to talk nonsense?" The woman was angry and started cursing.

Soon, it attracted the attention of the surrounding neighbors.

"Hey, Xiao Cui, who are you scolding?"

"Yeah, that noise makes my heart beat fast." An old lady patted her chest, still feeling frightened.

"Hey, Uncle Wang, fellow neighbors, it's a good opportunity for you to come and judge for yourself."

"These two girls brought this crazy woman to my house and insisted that there was a little girl hiding in my room. I didn't let them in, and they accused me of kidnapping. How can I seek justice?"

The middle-aged woman also had a look of grievance on her face. She had really never seen such a thing before. Was there anything wrong with closing the door of her house?

Everyone looked at the three people, two young girls and an older man, they didn't look like bad people.

Cao Lei struggled to get up, cheered herself up, and distributed the missing person notice to the crowd: "This is my daughter, she is only three years old. Please take a look and see if you have seen her..."

Everyone suddenly realized that it was no wonder that people said Xiao Cui was hiding a child in her house. This was the reason. If the child was lost, how could a mother not be anxious?

After reading the missing person notice, everyone shook their heads and said, "No, you haven't seen him. Look somewhere else. Our alley is a dead end. Anyone who comes in knows that. If you say you haven't seen him, then you definitely haven't seen him."

Cao Lei's last glimmer of hope was shattered. She was so sad and disappointed that she couldn't even cry. Perhaps she had already cried all her tears in this dark week.

She bowed silently to everyone and turned to leave.

"Hey, I seem to have seen this red hairband somewhere!" As soon as she said this, Cao Lei's body shook and she ran over like a gust of wind.

The person who spoke was a young man in his twenties. Seeing that everyone was staring at him, the young man scratched his head and thought for a long time before saying, "Oh, now I remember, around 4 o'clock this afternoon, I saw a red hairband next to the trash can."

"I was still mumbling at the time. There are no little girls in our alley. I don't know who bought it for his girlfriend and then threw it away."

"Is it this trash can?" Cao Lei looked around and saw a green trash can not far from the room.

The young man nodded in full view of everyone, "Yes, it's that trash can."

Cao Lei got the affirmation and ran to the trash can. Thank God, the hairband was still there.

Perhaps it was her motherly love that really moved God, and a red hairband exactly the same as the one worn by the girl in the missing person notice was lying safely on the ground next to the trash can.

Cao Lei held the hairband tightly and burst into tears instantly. It was her daughter's, no doubt about it!

Zhang Hui saw this and said to the shocked homeowner, "We have physical evidence. Call the police."

The middle-aged woman came to her senses and curled her lips: "If you say so, it's true. This is my house. No one can get in. Be careful or I'll sue you for trespassing!"

"Hey, Xiao Cui, let them in and take a look. If they're not there, come out."

"What are you looking at? Why should I let them in to see? I'm not hiding any child." Xiao Cui refused coldly.

"You don't let them see it, are you feeling guilty?"

"You're guilty, you? This is my home, and you're not allowed to come in if I say so!" Xiao Cui pinched her waist like a shrew and argued with anyone who said that.

Zhang Hui was also puzzled. She acted as if there was some secret hidden in the house. He decided to use his spiritual sense to check the whereabouts of the child.

As soon as his spiritual sense was released, Zhang Hui's expression changed. The room on the left side of the door was empty, with no one inside. However, there was a white statue of a girl standing abruptly next to the desk, and her height was very similar to Yang Zixuan's.

Could it be? Zhang Hui didn't dare to think about it anymore. His consciousness continued to penetrate the surface of the plaster. Inside, he saw the girl's tightly closed eyes and heard her weak heartbeat.

Zhang Hui hurriedly looked at Cao Lei's forehead, only to see that the red line connecting her forehead to the child was slightly gray, and it would not be noticed at all if you didn't look carefully.

Fortunately, the red line did not turn black, and the child can still be saved!

Without caring about anything else, Zhang Hui threw out a fire talisman, controlled the spiritual energy, and made a gesture. After three breaths, thick smoke suddenly appeared in Xiao Cui's house.

Then there was a cry for help: "Help! There's a fire!"

A neighbor looked toward the yard behind Xiao Cui in surprise and said, "Xiao Cui, why do I hear the sound of Dachuan from Old Liu's house?"

Xiao Cui, the tough middle-aged beauty who had just had a verbal battle with her neighbors, was now extremely panicked. She turned around and ran towards the house, shouting, "Fire!" She had to get her passbook and the property certificate.

Zhang Hui and the other two took the opportunity to follow the crowd into the yard.

A big man with bare chest and a black face ran out like crazy from the thick black smoke on the first floor.

What a coincidence, they ran into the neighbors who came into the house to put out the fire.

Even if his face was painted by the black smoke, who in this neighborhood doesn't know each other? Isn't this Lao Liu's Dachuan? Let's just say he didn't hear it wrong.

Why is he here? And he came out from the right side of the first floor, which is Xiao Cui's bedroom! Oh, my God, this is impossible!

After Xiaocui's first husband died of illness, he left no one behind. She couldn't find anyone else to date, but had to hook up with the married Dachuan.

The neighbors stared at Okawa's bare chest with burning eyes, their gossipy souls burning in them, and they even forgot about putting out the fire.

Zhang Hui looked at the locked door, put his white palm on it, and the lock was opened as his spiritual energy came in and out. Cao Lei rushed in impatiently.

The empty living room made her feel uneasy. Wasn't her child here?

This is a small suite, with one bedroom, one living room and a small bathroom. It looks pretty much the same at a glance.

Chu Xingman searched the bedroom and bathroom one after another, but there was no one there, and there was no sign that the child had lived there.

Zhang Hui strode into the bedroom. A simple desk was placed by the window, and the white statue was placed right next to the desk, facing the bedroom door.

Zhang Hui gently stroked the lifelike statue, secretly feeling the breath inside, and sent a wave of spiritual energy in to protect the child's heart.

Noticing Zhang Hui's actions, Chu Xingman stared at the statue in astonishment. This, this...

Suddenly she shouted, "Come quickly!" Cao Lei staggered into the bedroom, and when she saw the plaster statue that looked like her daughter, she fainted.