"Don't be like this," Wang Cuilian cried and persuaded Blacksmith Luo.

"Tang Yazi and the others are looking for her. Tang Yazi said that even if they search the entire Qingshui Town, they will find the baby."

"Now, all the major intersections out of the town are blocked. Tangyazi will go door to door looking for our baby. The baby will definitely come back," she said.

Blacksmith Luo shook his head, "I'm afraid that she will be taken out of Qingshui Town by outsiders. The world is so big, my Chen'er, my baby, where are you!"

Blacksmith Luo, who rarely cried and had only cried two or three times in his life, was crying on the ground.

Yang Ruoqing was not at home, Luo Fengtang was also outside frantically looking for the child, and Tuoba Xian kept shutting herself in the Buddhist hall to pray for the child without eating or drinking.

Yang Huazhong also went out to search without touching the ground. Even the school was on holiday, and Xiao An, Yang Yongxian and others were all out.

In the village, the people from the herb collection team and the transportation team all spontaneously went out to help Luo Fengtang look for the child.

The Sun family's construction site also stopped, and all the craftsmen were sent out to look for it.

It was almost a village-wide mobilization.

But a day and a night had passed, and now it was already the second night. None of the waves of people who went out to look for him came back.

The hearts of Blacksmith Luo, Mrs. Sun, and Wang Cuilian sank little by little.

Wang Cuilian looked after Blacksmith Luo, who was crying and going into shock again, while Mrs. Sun staggered to the door of the house alone.

Looking up at the sky with the moon hanging above her head, the woman felt completely empty.

Countless bad guesses flashed through her mind like a lantern, and Mrs. Sun felt completely empty. Her eyesight went dark and she fainted.

…

On a certain street in the town.

Luo Fengtang, who never disturbed the residents, borrowed a group of people from the town's security chief and knocked on the door of each house to inquire.

The night is vast.

Every door waiting to be opened is a slim hope.

But every time he walked out of that door with nothing, his heart sank a little.

Walking on the street, my feet were already blistered, and my mouth and throat were on fire because of the constant questioning, shouting, and anxiety.

Now, whenever he opens his mouth to speak, his voice becomes extremely hoarse.

He hated this hoarse feeling that prevented him from calling his daughter's name hoarsely.

A man was walking blankly on the street, looking at the family of three who had returned from the night market.

The father is carrying the child, and the mother is supporting and dragging it with her hands.

The couple protected the child between them, talking and laughing while the father walked towards home.

This scene is so familiar, he and Qing'er used to protect their daughter like this.

Daughter...

Thinking of this word, his heart trembled violently.

Looking at the vast night surrounding me, I felt completely empty.

A little girl over five years old disappeared for a whole day and night.

Where is she on a night like this?

It was noon when she got lost, and because of the sun, she was wearing a set of autumn clothes.

She took off her coat and put it on her grandfather's carriage.

Kettles and snacks are all on the carriage.

It's so cold at night, the autumn wind is rustling, and my daughter is wearing autumn clothes...

How should she spend it?

Where is she?

She must be terrified that she can't find her family and her way home, right?

Did you cry?

Are you hungry?

Cold?

Luo Fengtang held his head in his hands and stood on the empty street, crying.

A man doesn't shed tears easily because he hasn't reached the point of sadness.

The world is not peaceful, and people outside are even more sinister.

Because he and Qing'er held up the sky, his daughter could live a carefree life.

Tonight, at this moment, my daughter, where are you?

Luo Fengtang grabbed his hair, trying hard to tell himself that good people have their own destiny, and their daughter will be fine.

However, many dark pictures that I have seen often pop up in my mind.

I think of the dried bones of children in the secret room of Rich Master Li's house, and the sacrifices made of children's heads.

I think of the children I saw in the beggar shelter in Huguang County who were apparently healthy, but whose hands and feet were artificially interrupted and thrown into the street to beg...

During the operation to save the little beggar in Huguang County, what impressed him most was,

There was a child who was born with a good voice and sang as beautifully as a lark.

That crazy good man poured hot oil into the child's eyes while he was alive.

The children are artificially blinded and then thrown into the street to beg for money.

Being blind can win the sympathy of passers-by, and all the money collected falls into the hands of the manipulators behind the scenes.

The beautiful little girl is even worse.

Sell ​​it directly to a place like a brothel...

Luo Fengtang didn't dare to think about it anymore, but his mind seemed to be out of his control. It was spinning so fast, like a top, that it couldn't stop at all!

He beat his head hard and roared, like a beast on the verge of collapse, letting out its final roar...

He and Qing'er had many, many ideas about the future and the future.

But at this moment, he had no more thoughts.

Just want to find the child!

Only when the children are back by your side will everything be motivated.

With the child gone, he felt that his world was going to be destroyed, and Qing'er's world must be the same.

Whatever the future, whatever ideas, go to hell!

Thinking of Qing'er, thinking of Qing'er who was still trapped in Sishan'ao Village, waiting for him to go to the inside and outside to cooperate, Luo Fengtang took a deep breath, held on to the wall and stood up with strength.

Don't give up, don't abandon,

At this time, he cannot fall, no!

Wiping away the sweat on his head and tears on his face, Luo Fengtang started looking again...

…

"Clang!"

The sound of a heavy iron door closing was followed by the sound of chains rattling.

A surly man locked the iron door and turned around and entered another room next door.

In this room, there is a table, and several men are playing cards around the table.

There was a lamp lit on the table, which was dimly lit.

The man who locked the door went straight to a middle-aged man with a thick gold chain hanging around his neck and a blue dragon tattoo on his raised arms.

"Brother Lang, I asked several times. The little girl we captured today is deaf and mute." The man who locked the door said.

The middle-aged man called Brother Lang held a toothpick in his mouth and was looking at the cards in his hand.

Hearing this, he glanced sideways at the man locking the door next to him: "Have you tried it? Are you sure that little girl's video is not just an act?"

The man who locked the door slapped his thigh, dumbfounded and said, "Oh my brother, how old are you? Do you know what you know? I'm scared to death."
Chapter completed!