Metaphysics Live Room: The host is the contract husband

A human trafficker will never stop once he starts.

He took out his phone and called more people over.

Netizens in the live broadcast room were watching nervously: [This old man is so scary. He looked so kind and gentle before, how come he suddenly became a different person?]

Peace activists: [Why else? People who are capable of being human traffickers are already not human beings. How can we use common sense to judge them?]

Doctor: [I'm a PhD in psychology and have studied micro-expressions. The old man's expression just now was not right. He must still be hiding something. The child's death could not have been caused by Hua.]

[It's very likely that he discovered something and was silenced. Otherwise, I can't imagine how someone as meticulous as him could have killed someone and buried the body in such a hurry.]

The commotion here soon attracted the surrounding neighbors who came to take a look. Looking at the yellow cordon and the small figure in the yard, they started talking at once.

"What's going on? Has a murder occurred?"

"Nonsense, didn't you see that the lame old man was handcuffed? And there was something that looked like a corpse on the ground. It was obviously a murder, and it was related to the lame old man."

Some people covered their noses and felt uncomfortable.

"Hmm, this smell is that of a corpse. I haven't heard who died yet, so how come there's a murder all of a sudden?"

Wang Yang, holding her daughter's hand, saw people gathering and came over curiously. She heard her daughter whisper, "Mom, I saw Aunt Zhou and Uncle Zhao."

"Well, why are they here? What else did you see?"

The little girl squatted down, saw the schoolbag through the gap in the railing, and pointed at it: "Mom, that's Yangyang's schoolbag. I recognize it. There's a little rabbit on it. I gave it to him as a gift."

Wang Yang stood on tiptoe to take a look, and his heart skipped a beat. The incident of the Zhao family losing their child had caused quite a stir at the time, but there had been no news of the child's whereabouts.

Could it be...

The faint stench of corpses in the air clearly explained something, and then there were the cries and screams from inside.

Wang Yang was worried. His daughter used to play with Yangyang, and she also liked playing with the lame old man. If the old man really killed Yangyang, wouldn't his daughter be in great danger?

The little girl's hands were shaking at the thought. She tilted her head and asked, "Mom, what's wrong with you? Are you cold?"

“…No, nothing’s wrong.”

Wang Yang bent down and picked up his daughter, feeling a wave of fear: "Tiantian, never play with adults when your mother is not around. Do you understand?"

The little girl hugged her neck and nodded obediently: "Oh, Yangyang's schoolbag is in there. Can I go and play with Yangyang? Is he asleep?"

"Yangyang...it's getting late. Let's go home first and talk about it tomorrow, okay?"

"But mom, I haven't seen Yangyang for a long time. I miss him so much. We are friends, so we should say hello."

Before Wang Yang could say anything, he saw more police officers coming. The yellow cordon became larger, so they could only step back and watch from afar.

From a distance, I could only see the policeman take out a piece of paper, then open the door and go straight into the house.

Everyone around was talking and guessing something.

What are you talking about? That person lying on the ground, could it be Old Zhao's grandson? The little backpack looks like a child's. Didn't they say he's missing?

[Oh my god, that doesn't mean he's missing, but was killed.]

"Why? Why would the old cripple kill a child? The Zhao family are all honest people. They don't seem like the type to make enemies with the old cripple. The two families used to have a good relationship."

[Alas, there are so many perverts in society nowadays. Who knows what's going on? Let's wait for the police to announce it. Then everything will be clear.]

The police went in and began to search.

At this time, a thousand paper cranes flew in from the window, and Su Chen's voice came: "Follow the thousand paper cranes, it will lead you to the place. Call 120, those children are not in good condition."

Zhang Ting heard the familiar voice and stared blankly at the paper cranes. She whispered, "Master Su, is that you?"

"Yes, it's me. I called 120 and will take the children out later."

The policeman was stunned for a moment, looking at the thousand paper cranes in disbelief. They just flew up out of thin air, as if they had seen a ghost.