when the moon whispers

Chapter 495: Rose-Escape (Part )

Case Seven Rose
10. Escape (Part 1)

Feng Yao didn't seem to be afraid of Jiang Mo's threats and oppression - he even looked relaxed. His three-and-a-half-year-old stature seemed to hide a level of judgment that didn't match his age, and his frail, childish face still showed a sense of innocence and ignorance. He leaned on the armrest of the sofa, swinging his legs in a mess, licking his lollipop and silently showing a hint of familiar flattery.

The look of someone who had suffered unilateral violence and was seeking self-protection was like a thorn stuck in Jiang Mo's throat. Jiang Mo frowned, not showing the slightest smile, but unconsciously softened the tone of his scolding voice just now, raised his eyes to glance at Zhou Xiaomiao, motioned her to put the law enforcement recorder that was slightly off the position, and then stepped forward and sat down on the sofa next to Feng Yao.

"How do you know your mother is dead? ... You were there, weren't you?"

Feng Yao nodded, paused for two seconds, and shook his head slowly: "...I saw it...but...I don't know much."

Feng Yao hadn't spoken for so long that his speech was a little awkward. He wrinkled his face and raised his hand to scratch his head again and again, until the skin on the child's forehead was scratched by his bitten nails and left several marks that were about to bleed. Jiang Mo suddenly pulled his little hand away and held it, hesitating about the words, and slowly guided him, "If you're not sure... then let's start from the beginning. Do you remember when and why you and Tang Jia - your mother - left home, and where did you go after leaving home?"

Feng Yao was still a little confused. His young logic could not understand why Jiang Mo dropped his previous questioning. He thought for a long time while holding the lollipop, and blinked vaguely: "The day Dad was discharged from the hospital, I moved out of the house with Mom... At first, we lived in a small compartment."

"Later, my mother was a little worried about my father's injury, so she took me home secretly to see him. Then she saw an unfamiliar aunt coming out of my house, so she took me away again. Then... we went to find Uncle Hong."

Feng Yaoxian seemed to be slowly telling a vicious story that had nothing to do with him. Only when he mentioned the three words "Uncle Hong" did he frown his soft eyebrows, revealing a little bit of disgust.

"Mom wanted Uncle Hong to take her away, but Uncle Hong's family ran a store and he had been cheating her... Later, Mom was very sad and took me back to the cubicle. After living there for a while, I don't know how Dad found out where we lived. He brought people downstairs to smash bottles twice in the middle of the night. The fat grandma who rented the house to us was very angry and said...she wanted to kick Mom and me out. Mom knelt on the ground and begged her several times... Later, she agreed to let us stay there until we found a place to go... no more than a week."

"What kind of scumbag and resentful woman is this..."

Zhou Xiaomiao was distracted by these interrogations. He folded his arms and held the recorder in his hand, muttering something. When Jiang Mo glanced at him, he quickly sat up straight, cleared his throat, and asked in a serious voice, "Then... Tang Jia, where did he take you later?"

"She asked me if I wanted to meet my grandparents and my uncle's family... She packed up and said she would take me to the bus station. It was very late that day and the evening bus did not come to the bus station. She dragged me and my suitcase to the bus station, saying that we had to catch the earliest bus in the morning."

Jiang Mo immediately took out his phone and searched roughly, then turned around and handed the bus station information to Zhou Xiaomiao's camera: "Tang Jia's hometown is in Lanjiang, there is no direct long-distance bus, the earliest bus out of the province should be at 4:50 in the morning, which means...you and your mother were on the road together, probably around 3 or 4 in the morning?"

Feng Yao nodded: "Then a black car said it would take me and my mother on the way. My mother didn't believe it at first, but she got on the car after confirming that it was going to the station. I was very sleepy at the time and fell asleep in the car. When I woke up, I was in the trunk. It was pitch black and I couldn't see anything." Jiang Mo frowned, picked up the cup of warm water on the table and handed it to Feng Yao, who was talking with dry lips: "Was Tang Jia also in the trunk? How long were you in the trunk? Or...did you hear or feel anything?"

Jiang Mo felt a little outrageous after asking this question. It was an extraordinary talent for a three-and-a-half-year-old child to be able to figure out the whole story and escape from the jaws of death. She looked at Feng Yao expectantly for two seconds, then looked at the little one's tangled and somewhat painful expression, and rubbed his soft stubbled head twice, "Do you still remember what the driver who said he was going the same way looked like? How much can you remember about the place you stayed with Tang Jia during that time? Let's start from the beginning... You saw your mother injured or lying in a pool of blood with your own eyes, but you are not sure whether she is still alive, right?"

"I don't remember what the bad guy looks like... but my mother said she seemed to have seen him somewhere." Feng Yao shook his head but did not break free from Jiang Mo's not-so-gentle hand. "I only remember that my mother and I were locked up in a dark and damp place. The bad guy didn't beat me, but locked me in a big iron cage not far from my mother. He... he would cover the cage with a big piece of black cloth... I could only hear... my mother yelling... and then crying... begging the bad guy to let me go, saying that I was a little mute and that no one would listen to or count if I were let out..."

Feng Yao showed some of the emotions that a child should have at this moment, choking and twitching, but he seemed to be afraid to cry out loud, holding Jiang Mo's arm that brought him water, and buried his head to wipe his snot and tears. Jiang Mo didn't have time to dislike him, his heart was suddenly pulled by his silent crying, and he didn't rush to force him to withdraw from the painful memories, but stroked the little guy's trembling shoulders.

"Later... Later I don't know how long I slept..."

The drowsiness Feng Yao mentioned was most likely a fainting caused by excessive shock. Jiang Mo did not correct him, but just listened quietly to the story that the little one insisted on finishing, gently soothing his trembling neck, and asked slowly, "Were you released by that bad guy?"

"The cage was not locked that day. The black cloth fell off, and I saw my mother lying there motionless, looking at me with her eyes open."

"I was scared and wanted to run away... I was afraid that the bad guys would come back... and I was afraid that no one would believe me if I told others about my mother's situation... so I thought about taking something with me... but my mother was chained, so I had to dip my clothes in her blood... Then I ran out secretly and crawled into an unfamiliar bush... I don't know how long I walked before I saw cars and roads... Then I took advantage of the night... to find the policeman I had seen in the hospital before... but I always felt that the bad guys were watching me... I was scared... so I hid in the den with those dogs... until... that policeman came to find me..."

"Not moving, eyes open, dead?"

Zhou Xiaomiao wrinkled his nose and asked in a breath. Jiang Mo did not assert it, thought for two seconds, and then slowly touched the back of Feng Yao's head.

"Do you still remember where Tang Jia was injured?"

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"Here, a long one. And—"

Feng Yao gestured at his stomach, then shook his ankles and arms. "This."

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