The later it gets, the longer the time drags on, and the harder it is to find people.

Yu Xiuli left. Zhuo Ran looked at Zhuo Yang, crying and wiping his eyes, but the tears flowed much faster than wiping his eyes, "Brother, I understand, you want to persuade mom to leave first, and then we can sneak away."

Get out, brother, you are really the smartest."

As he spoke, he walked forward. Zhuoyang's face hardened and his voice became sharp, "Stop!"

"Brother, aren't you worried about Xiaotuanzi?" Zhuo Ran looked at Zhuo Yang in disbelief.

Zhuoyang was like an angry and depressed lion, roaring so hard that his shoulders were shaking, "Is there any use worrying? If we go, we will only cause trouble for our parents. My eldest brother is here too."

He seemed to be force-feeding reassurance to himself, but he just couldn't swallow it.

Zhuo Ran covered his face and stopped talking. His face and hands were all hot and wet.

Zhuoyang leaned against the door, looking at the night outside, and murmured piously, "Bodhisattvas in the sky, Daluo Jinxian, you must bless my sister's safe return."

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Zhuo Jinchu followed the path pointed by the grandma and ran very fast, like a swift leopard.

I asked some more people along the way, and the more I asked, the more clues I got.

Sure enough, there were two men walking away holding a crying little girl.

There are also human traffickers these days, but information is not so circulated, and even some distant towns and villages have not heard of it.

But Zhuo Jinchu had heard of some.

These people are so cruel and will do anything to make a fortune.

If it is a boy, sell it to families who cannot give birth to children and sell it at a good price.

But if she is a girl, she is taught to steal things. If she is not easy to learn, she scalds her hands in boiling water.

The more he thought about it, the darker Zhuo Jinchu's eyes became, and his expression became more deserted, like a snowy field covered in ice for ten miles, making people feel chilling.

At this time, in a secluded place on the street, with the wind blowing and the shadows of the trees dancing, two men were wrapping the girl in a blanket and stuffing it into the trunk of an old Santana.

The figure huddled up like a kitten was still sobbing under the blanket. He didn't know whether he was frightened or beaten, but he didn't dare to cry.

There were two other people in the car, one was holding a cigarette and the other was borrowing a light, looking at it in a nonchalant manner.

"What? She's a girl, and she's worthless."

"Trained to be a thief again?"

"Forget it, it's hard to train these girls in movies. Is this girl good-looking?"

"What's the point? It's not good-looking, how can I like it?"

"I heard... It's fashionable in big cities now. If a pretty girl with her legs and feet broken and crying all day long sits on the street, someone will often give her money, which can even be several hundred dollars a day!"

"Hundreds a day? Are you serious? Hey, this is more money than stealing things in this small town, and you don't have to worry about being caught."

These people were chatting and laughing and saying arrogant things, just like a group of cold-blooded animals.

Then they noticed a person standing in the shadow not far away. The shadow was long and straight, cold and solemn.

The whole group became vigilant, and those in the car even took out the fruit knives from their trouser pockets.

But when they saw that he was just a boy in his teens, the group of people suddenly became happy.

"What are you making such a fuss about?"

"Haha, I said your courage is only a little bit big."

"It sounds like it wasn't you who touched the guy just now."
Chapter completed!