Demon Lord 3

I rolled my eyes at her and said, "Who is like you? You are so young, but you know everyone and even so many big shots. I don't know anyone. If I knew any, I wouldn't be where I am today. I just think that guy is handsome here. As for whether he is an undercover or what his identity is, how would I know?" The little girl thought what I said made sense, and nodded and said, "Yeah, who is like me who knows so many people at such a young age? If everyone is like me, I won't stand out." I laughed at her in my heart, thinking that this little girl is quite overestimating herself. After all, my network of contacts is much larger than hers, but I didn't show off to her. She only has a few connections, but she publicizes them so much. Isn't she a little narrow-minded? When I thought about it carefully, I felt that the little girl was quite pitiful, and I didn't mean to laugh at her. After all, a little girl so young, whose parents were not around every day, would encounter such people from time to time. If there was someone with ulterior motives, she would not be alive today. The key is that many of the people she interacted with were the opposite of her parents. I really can't imagine what this little girl was thinking. If there was anyone who wanted to do something bad to her, perhaps she would not be standing here alive today. The little girl saw that I didn't speak, and also stood aside and said, "Sister, come with me. There are a lot of fun things here. Most of them were bought by my father. I feel that although he is not with me most of the time, these things are always with me, as if he is with me. This is the most beautiful thing in my childhood." I saw a lot of famous paintings on the wall over there, and I asked her, "Do you love painting very much? It seems that there are a lot of paintings here. I wonder if your father thinks you are suitable for this art?" The little girl shook her head and said, "I asked my father to buy me these paintings, because when my mother was alive, she especially liked painting. She often told me stories about her time, especially It was about college, and all the scenery she'd seen here and there. She'd been painting like crazy, and my father didn't understand. He often destroyed her paintings and bullied her, but my mother never mentioned it. It seemed like I had to rely on someone to escape in the end." After showing me the painting, the little girl flipped through the photo album. Unexpectedly, I saw her mother in it. I was stunned. I pointed at the album and said incredulously, "Little sister, are you saying this person is your mother? If she is, I think I've seen her before." The little girl was stunned for a moment and said, "This is definitely my mother. She must have been very beautiful. I wonder what she's like now. Have you really seen my mother? Where is she?" I thought about it and went over my thoughts in my mind again, picking out the key points to share with the little girl. However, I didn't share my experience. After all, I was on an undercover mission at the time. If such a mission were to happen, the previous efforts would be ruined and this incident would be discovered. Therefore, such things are still confidential, and I didn't completely believe it. The little girl was stunned for a moment and said, "Let me put it this way. I have been to many places before. At that time, I seemed to be in a mountain village like yours. Also, you said that your mother was taken away by someone. Who took her away? It seems that it was taken away by the person who was opposite to your father. Is it the handsome guy I just mentioned?" The little girl also knew that I was talking about Mr. Qin and asked curiously, "Is Qin Xie with her? But the opposite is not called Qin Xie. I heard others call him Brother Gui. I don’t know his specific name." After hearing the name, I also understood that the little girl’s mother should have been taken away by Brother Gui, but the little girl’s father did not know about this. The little girl still thought that her mother had a good life, but she did not expect that she had suffered inhuman torture. But Mr. Qin said before that the little girl’s mother was a college student. How could she have been married and had children before? These two things didn't seem to match up. If I wanted to call Xiao Qingzong now, it would probably be too late, so I asked the little girl, "Then help me think about it again. What was unusual when your mother left? Was she willing to go? Also, what was your father's condition at the time? Was he willing to let your mother go? Maybe your mother just wanted to go home."