Countryside Magic Doctor

So he quickly took out his certificate from his waist.

Said: "we are investigators. Come and investigate the case."

At this time, the manager with congestion on his forehead rushed out.

"Hello, comrade, I'm the manager of this store. You need to adjust the monitoring, right? I'll go with you now." the manager flattered.

"No, I'll go myself." Lao Wang pushed away and the manager who came up said coldly.

"All right," the manager had to say again and again.

Come to the monitoring room.

The security guards are busy setting up surveillance for them.

Look at the long surveillance.

Lao Wang had a headache.

I thought I would have to spend a day on it.

At this time, he Feng, standing on one side, stepped forward.

"How to increase the playback speed?" He Feng asked a security guard who controlled the computer.

"How many digits do you need? I'll adjust them for you," the security guard said to him.

Lao Wang thought he Feng was too anxious to see it, so he said, "He Feng, you can't watch the monitoring too fast. Triple speed is already the top of the sky. You can't see it any faster."

"I'll try if it's all right." He Feng said to Lao Wang with a smile.

Seeing his insistence, Lao Wang had to shake his head helplessly.

I thought, it's just a waste of a few minutes. Let him go.

The security guard quickened his pace.

However, looking at the rapidly passing display screen, he Feng still frowned and said.

"No matter how fast."

The security guard sped up again.

He Feng frowned and said, "no matter how fast, no matter how fast."

Always the fastest speed.

60x.

He Feng stopped talking.

Lao Wang looked at the scene in surprise.

I thought, look at wool so soon.

Where did he know that he Feng was not an ordinary person, but a cultivator.

His photosensitive speed is so fast that he can detect the movement even if he just skims a moment and a second.

This is the power of the cultivator.

Beyond the limits of human beings, even the most powerful human beings are just like this, not one millionth of them.

Look at the fast passing time.

He Feng stared at the screen.

His pupils contract from time to time because they are highly concentrated.

Moreover, he did not dare to blink. In the blink of an eye, he might miss the man.

Because at high speed, even a second is several minutes in real time.

Finally.

He Feng saw that little figure.

"Stop," He Feng shouted.

However, the security guard's hand is still much slower.

So that the picture stayed more than ten minutes later.

"Slow down to normal," He Feng ordered.

"Move forward, get closer, stop!" He Feng shouted.

The picture was fixed on a small figure.

A very naughty looking cub.

Holding a long nail.

Row around in your car.

Seeing this scene, he Feng couldn't help thinking of the very low scratch on the car.

It turned out that it was because the rower was short.

"It's him!" said the security guard, looking at the little figure in surprise.

"Who?" He Feng asked with a frown.

"It's the boy who always sells breakfast nearby in the morning," said the security guard.

"Lao Wang, let's go to his parents now," He Feng said.

Lao Wang quickly grabbed He Feng and said, "forget it, didn't you listen to them? That guy sells breakfast. I'm afraid the family doesn't have much money and can't afford to pay for your car."

"I really can't afford it," said the security guard, looking at the boy on the screen.

"There are seven children in their family. Only the little boy is male, and the others are all girls. They hide here in family planning. They don't have a house. They live in an iron house on the construction site on that side," said the security guard.

"So poor?" He Feng said with a frown.

"Yes." the security guard nodded.

"No," He Feng said, frowning at the difficult dress on the screen.

"What's wrong?" asked the security guard.

"What do you see through, like a child of a poor family? What's the difference with a city man? And what's in his hand, ice cream!" He Feng asked.

"Well!" the security guard frowned.

"They have only one son. They are very spoiled to their son. The daughters wear ragged and bony clothes, but the son is like this. He values boys over girls," said the security guard.

"I see." He Feng nodded heavily and said.

"Lao Wang, do you understand? Who are these people? I don't lack this money, but I don't like such people," He Feng said.

"Well, I'll go with you," said Lao Wang.

So, under the guidance of security.

They came to the old sheet iron.

Holding the just printed video screenshot, Lao Wang said to the little boy who was beating several of his sisters nearby, "that's it."

He Feng took a few steps forward.

He walked up to the little boy and looked at his snotty face.

He Feng couldn't help feeling sick.

"Who are you?" a voice came.

He Feng looked around and saw a greasy middle-aged man running towards himself.

It looks like it's the little boy's father.

"Good boy, these strangers don't dare to touch. They are all human traffickers." the little boy's father picked up the little boy and said.

"You are his father," said Lao Wang rather coldly.

"What's the matter?" the man asked.

"I'm a policeman." Lao Wang first showed his identity and took out his police card.

As soon as he heard that the policeman was opposite, the little boy's father had some soft legs.

At this time, Lao Wang raised the video screenshot in his hand and said, "your son rowed a car at the door of Fuchun Pavilion opposite yesterday. This is the owner. Please compensate."

The opposite one needs compensation.

His face changed, but soon he returned to his normal color.

"What did you say? I don't understand. My son is so old and not sensible. I teach him a lesson. As for compensation, no, no, no, I don't compensate. How old and not sensible the child is!" said the middle-aged man.

Listen to him.

He Feng of the old Dynasty showed a helpless expression.

This kind of person, you really don't know what to do with it.

After all, where is the little animal protection law.

"Compensation must be paid, minors are not outside the law, and guardians should be responsible for all their mistakes," said Lao Wang.

Listening to Lao Wang, the middle-aged man opposite changed his face.

He scolded angrily: "you rich people will bully us. It's just the paint that has been scratched off. Children are not sensible. Look at you. What's the matter? One by one..." the little boy's father pointed to He Feng and said.

It seems that he is poor, so he has a point.