Chapter 703 Big Trouble

Jiang Xiaoxiao watched the tired Song Moting take off his clothes.

"Not glutinous rice balls and steamed buns?"

Song Moting avoided looking into her eyes and answered in a low voice.

"No, I went. Those two children are abducted children! But they are not glutinous rice balls and steamed buns. They have been sent to the welfare home, waiting for the police to find their parents."

Jiang Xiaoxiao closed his eyes, feeling confused.

Another wasted search.

In the past few months, they have almost been in this mood of hope and disappointment again and again.

open one's eyes!

Jiang Xiaoxiao told himself firmly, no, the hard work will not be in vain.

As long as she persists, she will find her precious son sooner or later.

I have persisted for three months. If necessary, it doesn't matter if I do it for another ten or twenty years.

It was simply unthinkable that she should give up searching for her child.

Over the past few months, she had tried to imagine what Tangyuan would like now.

What changes will occur as you grow up?

She even bought toys he might like.

Will he be attracted to balls and toy trucks?

Does he imitate the rumble of an engine when playing with a toy car?

When he was three years old, he was already riding a tricycle.

She guessed that he could pick up rocks, catch insects, and stuff them into his pockets... She couldn't force herself to catch insects, but as for rocks... she could do it with rocks.

That's when she started collecting rocks.

I hope my son will be happy to see these when he comes back.

When he couldn't be found again, a few years later, Jiang Xiaoxiao imagined that Tangyuan and Baozi were losing their teeth. The permanent teeth that had just grown in were still too big compared to their young faces, but their baby fat had gradually faded away.

Little boys will all begin to enjoy basketball and football, and perhaps other hobbies.

When they were older, she thought, they would have bicycles with gears—each segment representing a year.

Maybe they will become obsessed with computers in the future.

Jiang Xiaoxiao tightened his chin and glanced blankly at the night sky.

She couldn't allow herself to imagine that Tangyuan and Baozi were no longer alive. She imagined that they were living a normal and happy life. They might have been picked up, bought, or adopted by others, and they loved them very much and took good care of them. good.

Anyway, that's just a theory.

The most likely thing is that they were sold through human traffickers to remote mountainous areas, where I heard that many parents wanted a boy.

Both of them are in-demand sources.

These people don't care that their children are stolen, and that families are torn apart by the loss of their children, leaving heartbroken parents to sob and grieve alone.

She tried hard to believe and convince herself, imagining that Tangyuan Baozi was playing somewhere, growing up healthily, and laughing freely.

The worst that could happen was not knowing for sure what happened to them now, and anything was better than thinking they were dead.

But what if - what if they're unlucky?

Will those human traffickers, kidnappers, and bastards who destroy other people's lives take the trouble to bury their little victims?

Or just throw them into the ditch somewhere and feed them...

No, Jiang Xiaoxiao can't think too much.

She couldn't allow those imaginings that made her hair stand on end to take shape.

Otherwise she would lose control, and she must not lose control now.

Song Moting hugged her tightly, his eyes reflected a pale and tired face, with deep dark circles under his dark eyes, and firm lines on both sides of his mouth.

Tonight, she looked older than her twenty-four years.

Under the sunlight, the messy hair looked pale.

The day Jiang Xiaoxiao learned that the children were missing, Fan Xiuying noticed that a bunch of her hair had turned white.

That tuft of white hair was very conspicuous, reminding everyone how much Jiang Xiaoxiao understood the pain parents experienced when losing their children.

She has only one goal: to find her child.

He quickly pushed her against the wall, his hands firmly on her waist.

Jiang Xiaoxiao was startled and looked up at his resolute face and narrowed wild eyes.

"Take good care of the children, I will find them! Bring them back, don't do anything, take care of yourself."

He gritted his teeth.

This kind of Jiang Xiaoxiao made him feel extremely distressed.

She leaned closer to him and felt that she suddenly fell asleep. She had not had a good rest for a long time.

Song Moting let her sleep and hugged her all night.

When I woke up in the morning he was gone.

She sat on the bed and stared at the empty bed next to her in confusion.

he's gone.

She knew that he didn't just go to the kitchen to serve breakfast or go out to exercise. She could feel that the house was empty and there was no one else but her.

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Everyone who saw him felt like they were seeing a modern version of Gangster, complete with the way he walked.

Light-footed and perfectly balanced - it takes one back to a rough and violent era.

It is easy to imagine him carrying a sword on his back and covering half of his face with a black cloth from the nose down.

Song Moting walked calmly into the increasingly narrow and dirty alleys.

His right hand touched the dagger on his wrist, but he didn't grab it. He just placed it gently on it, as if announcing what he planned to do at any time.

He turned into an alley smaller than all the others, and finally stopped in front of a door.

The door was originally black, but now only some mottled paint chips remain.

Some of the holes in the door were covered with thick cardboard and secured with nails.

He knocked lightly on the decaying wooden frame, then waited quietly.

Hearing the sound of fighting coming from inside the door, the door opened a small crack, and a cloudy eye peeked out.

The owner of the eyes' voice was garbled and full of warning.

"Who are you looking for?"

"deliver goods!"

His tone turned the two words into a command.

"come in!"

The woman answered carefully.

Song Moting reached out and pushed open the door.

The woman screamed in protest and took a few steps back, but seeing that he did not step into the house, she hesitantly raised her eyes and glared at him.

He didn't say anything, just waited quietly.

The light in the narrow cabin was very dim, but it was enough for Song Moting to see the eager look on the woman's face.

She murmured, perhaps because the presence of another man made her feel at ease.

"come in."

And signaled Song Moting to enter.

The room was filled with a sour smell.

Only an unshaded lamp in the corner was on. The woman looked to be in her forties. Her fat, greasy skin showed that although her residence was a garbage dump, there was no shortage of food.

Song Moting showed a few more banknotes in his hand and handed the money to the woman.

She looked at his outstretched hand nervously, and then snatched the money away as if she was afraid he would regret it.

"Aren't you delivering goods?"

The man sitting there looked up.

At the same time, four or five men appeared behind him, holding weapons in their hands and staring at Song Moting expressionlessly.

There was an expression of relief on the woman's face.

"I'm looking for someone, two kids, three or four-year-old boys."

Song Moting took out the photo.

"You're looking in the wrong place! There are no children here!"

The man replied angrily.

After spitting on the ground, Song Moting couldn't compliment him for his behavior.

"I want an answer. Someone said they saw you with two boys."

Song Moting was not questioning, but affirming.

The man's face was full of resentment, and a series of curse words poured out, too fast for Song Moting to understand completely, but he concluded that this man wanted to kill him.

The man in front of him felt threatened by Song Moting.

Several men rushed up.

The man's tirade ends, and everything ends.

Jin Dachuan clapped his hands and spoke.

"Three months ago, two boys were sent to you."

"No! Really not!"

Men and women quibble.

They cannot admit that what they do is immoral and they will be sentenced if they are found out.

They can't admit it.

They have encountered this kind of thing many times.

The police can't do anything to them without evidence.

"Since there is no such thing! Then you can go directly to the police station. Send them there. There is also a ledger here."

Song Moting flipped through a tattered notebook in his hand, where he wrote about the price and age of the child, as well as some other random things.

Jin Dachuan agreed.

"Xiaowu, come here."

Several strong men appeared.

Men and women were horrified.

"We said! We said, don't send us there."

Song Moting looked at the people on the ground, "Don't let me talk nonsense."

The man's eyes flickered back and forth between Song Moting and Jin Dachuan, as if he was considering who was the biggest threat.

Like all bastards, they have a strong survival instinct. His eyes stopped on Song Moting.

He stared at him, too scared to move because he knew so much.

He could have lied, Song Moting could see that he was thinking about it, and he could clearly see through his thoughts from the change of expression on his face.

However, Song Moting remained as steady as a mountain and waited quietly. The man had no way of knowing what he knew and what he didn't know.

Either way, he must have figured he could see through the lies.

So he swallowed and whispered.

"The child was sold to a village in Mongkok Mountain."

"Where are both sold?"

While waiting for the answer, Song Moting couldn't help holding his breath and digging his nails into his palms.

"There were five kids,"

said the man. "It was transported across the mountain by car that day. The two children were the last to be delivered."

He glanced at Song Moting cautiously.

"They two are in trouble, the police are looking for them and we can't wait."

God knows they also found out later that they had taken over two big troubles.