I put you in charge of the child, and you raised a monster!

The man in the black jacket was pinned to the ground.

The crowd in front of the stall erupted.

"Human trafficking?"

"Really?"

"Whose child is this?"

Li An'an stood behind Shen Ling'er, her shoulders shaking with sobs.

Yang Mi immediately squatted down and shielded the child to her side.

She didn't ask too many questions, she just handed her a tissue.

"Don't be afraid, the police are here."

Li An'an looked up at her, then at Shen Ling'er.

Finally, he whispered, "I miss my mom."

The moment those words were spoken, the surroundings fell silent.

The man in the black jacket was still struggling.

"Let me go!"

"This is my nephew!"

"My child is throwing a tantrum, what's wrong with me taking him out to play?"

The plainclothes officer pressed down on his shoulder.

"ID card."

The man gritted his teeth.

"I didn't bring it."

Shen Ling'er looked at him.

"You have some in your pocket."

The man's face stiffened.

The plainclothes officer took an ID card from the inside pocket of his coat.

Name: Liu Cheng.

He Chuan immediately looked at Li An'an.

"An'an, do you know him?"

Li An'an shook her head, her lips trembling.

Liu Cheng immediately roared, "You dare say you don't know me? What kind of upbringing did your mother give you?"

Li An'an shrank back in fright.

Shen Ling'er walked over and stepped on the tip of Liu Cheng's shoe.

She is small in stature, but she is quite strong.

Liu Cheng gasped in pain.

"What are you doing!"

Shen Ling'er looked down at him.

"Trying to scare children? You're incompetent."

Liu Cheng retorted angrily, "What do you know, you little brat!"

Shen Ling'er raised her chin.

"I know there's colored sand from the kindergarten gate on your shoes."

She pointed to the edge of the sole of his shoe.

"An'an's shoes also have them."

"But his trouser legs were wet mud, while the soles of your shoes were dry mud."

"You didn't bring him from home."

"You dragged him away at the kindergarten gate."

Liu Cheng's expression changed.

The live chat exploded.

Holy crap! The details!

"You can even see the soles?"

"She wasn't a fortune teller, she was recreating the scene!"

"Shen Fei is actually teaching criminal investigation, isn't he?"

Liu Cheng still tried to argue his way out.

"Can't I pick him up from school?"

Shen Ling'er looked at Li An'an's collar.

"His school badge strap broke."

"It didn't break by itself."

"The cut is turned outwards, indicating that someone pulled it from behind."

"You have scratches on your wrists."

"He caught him."

The plainclothes officer immediately pulled up Liu Cheng's sleeve.

Sure enough, there were three thin scratch marks on my wrist.

Someone in the crowd cursed.

"brute!"

Liu Cheng's face turned red.

"I was just joking around with the kids!"

Shen Ling'er looked at him coldly.

"Then how do you know if he's tough or not?"

Liu Cheng was stunned.

Shen Ling'er pointed to the hundred yuan on the table.

"You're not here to see my marriage prospects or my fortune."

"The moment you sit down, you ask the child if he has a tough life."

"My dad said that human traffickers ask these kinds of questions not because they're afraid the child is tough."

She paused for a moment.

Everyone in front of her stall was looking at her.

Shen Linger said every word.

"It's because I'm afraid the child won't remember the way."

The teacup in Old Hu's hand stopped in mid-air.

He slowly raised his head.

His eyes changed.

He Chuan's throat moved.

"Ling'er, what do you mean?"

Shen Ling'er looked at Liu Cheng.

"They're tough, that's what they call 'tough luck'."

"A child who can remember directions, shout, run, and bite is said to have a tough life."

Liu Cheng suddenly looked up.

"How did you know!"

He froze as soon as he said that.

The plainclothes officers pressed him down even tighter.

The barrage of comments went crazy.

"Self-destruct!"

"He exposed himself!"

"Shen Ling'er is using entrapment!"

"She's really bad at fortune telling; she'll let the bad guys say it themselves!"

Yang Mi felt a chill run down his spine upon hearing this.

She hugged Li An'an even tighter.

Old Hu slowly put down his teacup.

"Baby, your father taught you these things?"

Shen Ling'er glanced at him.

"My dad said that the dirtiest money in the underworld isn't stolen."

"It was exchanged for a child."

Old Hu remained silent.

After a while, he stood up and flipped over the wooden sign next to the stall.

On the back of the wooden sign were written four characters: "old".

They didn't care about the child's life.

He Chuan was stunned.

"Mr. Hu, this brand of yours..."

Old Hu said in a low voice, "The usual."

"A child's life is not for outsiders to see."

"I'm afraid of being taken away by bad people under some pretext."

Zhao Lei gasped in the split screen.

"I thought today was a folk culture experience."

Bai Sisi looked at the screen.

"It's like a folk anti-trafficking class now."

Chen Doudou's eyes reddened.

"Mom, he's so mean."

Lin Jia patted his head.

"So don't go with strangers in the future."

Chen Doudou nodded earnestly.

"I will only go with Ling'er."

Lin Jia: "..."

The direction of this safety awareness is a bit off, but the result is correct.

At that moment, the plainclothes officer's walkie-talkie rang.

"Team Leader Qin has found the alarm information."

"Li An'an, a seven-year-old boy from Xingxing Kindergarten in Chengnan, went missing fifteen minutes ago."

"The family has already reported it to the police."

He Chuan breathed a sigh of relief.

"Found it, that's good."

Shen Ling'er did not loosen her grip.

She looked at Liu Cheng's left hand.

That hand remained clenched.

"uncle."

The plainclothes officer looked down: "What's wrong?"

Shen Ling'er pointed at Liu Cheng's hand.

"He has something in his hand."

Liu Cheng's expression changed drastically.

The plainclothes officers pried his hands open.

In the palm of my hand is a piece of paper folded into a small piece.

The location of several stalls was drawn on the paper.

Paper-cutting stall.

Sugar painting stall.

Tea stall.

And there's Shen Ling'er's "Folklore Consultation" stall now.

One of the positions is circled in red.

There were two words written next to it.

Go around it.

He Chuan felt a chill run down his spine.

"Avoid whom?"

Shen Ling'er reached out and pointed to a line of very small words next to the red circle.

The crowd drew closer.

The handwriting was messy.

Do not approach the Shen family woman.

In front of the stall, the air seemed to freeze.

Yang Mi's expression changed.

She instinctively pulled Shen Ling'er back to her side.

Shen Ling'er, however, stared at the piece of paper.

I wasn't afraid.

Instead, he frowned.

"Do they know me?"

The plainclothes officer immediately put the paper into the evidence bag.

"Leave this to the police."

Liu Cheng suddenly laughed.

"Now you know fear?"

Yang Mi's eyes turned cold.

"Who gave you the paper?"

Liu Cheng shut up.

Shen Ling'er looked at him.

"It wasn't written by your people."

Liu Cheng's eyes flickered.

Shen Ling'er continued, "People like you can't write so steadily."

"The person who wrote the note had an injured right hand."

"Press down to finish the stroke."

"Use the old ink."

Old Hu's expression changed slightly.

He took the bag of evidence handed to him by the plainclothes officer and glanced at it only once.

"This is not ordinary paper."

He Chuan asked, "What kind of paper?"

Old Hu lowered his voice.

"Old Yellow Calendar Paper".

"Commonly used at folk custom stalls."

He Chuan felt a chill run down his spine.

He looked around at the stalls.

Paper cutting, sugar painting, clay figurines, teahouses.

Today, the entire old street is filled with folk custom stalls.

In other words, the person who handed Liu Cheng the paper was probably nearby.

Shen Ling'er suddenly looked up.

"There's another child."

Everyone's heart tightened.

Yang Mi immediately asked, "Ling'er, how did you know?"

Shen Ling'er pointed to the edge of Liu Cheng's pants pocket.

A glimpse of a pink hair clip was visible there.

"This isn't An'an's."

Li An'an saw it too, and cried, "And my little sister..."

"He also has a younger sister in the car."

With a loud bang.

The crowd erupted in chaos.

The plainclothes officers immediately lifted Liu Cheng up.

"Where's the car?"

Liu Cheng gritted his teeth and remained silent.

Shen Ling'er walked up to him.

"I know even if you don't tell me."

She pointed to the east end of the old street.

"You smell like sugar painting."

"The soles of the shoes have red brick dust on them."

"Only the parking lot at the east end of this street is paved with red bricks."

"You've been looking over there the whole time."

Liu Cheng's face turned pale.

The plainclothes officers immediately led their men towards the east end.

The production crew followed from a distance, not daring to get too close.

Two minutes later.

A voice came from the walkie-talkie.

"Found it!"

"There is a six-year-old girl in the back seat of the white van, who is conscious."

"There were also two fake school badges, a child's jacket, and duct tape inside the car."

A chorus of curses erupted from the old street.

Yang Mi covered Li An'an's ears.

She looked down at Shen Ling'er.

"You knew there were still people around?"

Shen Ling'er nodded.

"His pockets don't look bulging."

Yang Mi asked softly, "Why didn't you say so earlier?"

Shen Ling'er looked at her.

"My dad said, when you're saving one, don't scare the other away."

Yang Mi was speechless.

She simply held her daughter in her arms.

This time, Shen Ling'er did not struggle.

She whispered, "Mother, I didn't have my fortune told."

Yang Mi hugged her tightly.

"Mom knows."

"You are saving lives."

........