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

After the morning rain, the sky was washed clean, like a piece of clear blue glass.

The program crew's dedicated minibus traveled on the ring road leading to the Municipal Public Security Bureau.

With the car window half-open, a cool breeze carrying the fresh scent of earth blew in, dispelling the tense atmosphere of the past few days.

"DouDou, you're holding the handcuffs upside down."

Lin Jia sighed and reached out to straighten the plastic toy handcuffs in her son's hand.

Chen Doudou was wearing a small police uniform today, with a small plastic pistol tucked into her waistband.

He puffed out his chest and muttered softly, "Mom, I'm a police dog. Police dogs don't use handcuffs; they bite."

A good-natured laugh rang out from inside the car.

Zhao Lei leaned back in his chair, a loaf of bread in his hand, chewing as he mumbled, "Dou Dou, with your size, you're more like a Corgi police dog. If you run into bad guys, who knows who'll be walking whom."

"I can run really fast!" Chen Doudou waved her fist defiantly, then turned to look at the last row. "Ling'er, don't you think so?"

Shen Ling'er was leaning lazily in Yang Mi's arms.

Today she wore a loose, bright yellow sweatshirt, and her hair was tied into two slightly messy little buns by Yang Mi.

Hearing Chen Doudou's words, she didn't even lift her eyelids, her little mouth moved slightly, and she spat out a grape seed.

I don't know if you run fast or not, but your shoelaces are untied again.

Chen Doudou looked down and saw two green shoelaces dragging on the ground.

He squatted down somewhat dejectedly to tie it, but his chubby fingers just couldn't get it right.

Yang Mi smiled gently and reached out to smooth the stray hairs on Shen Ling'er's forehead.

"Ling'er, when you go to the police station today, you're not allowed to say anything out of line like you did yesterday, understand?"

Shen Ling'er pouted and scratched Yang Mi's palm with her little hand: "Mother, I'm very obedient. It's those people who wear their secrets on their faces. Even if I don't look, they still seep into my eyes."

"You're the most cunning of all."

Yang Mi poked her nose, his eyes full of doting affection.

These past few days have felt like a dream.

From antique markets to folk craft stalls, this child always managed to escape danger whenever he encountered it.

Yang Mi looked at the red string and copper coin faintly visible in his daughter's sleeve. The longing and doubt he felt for Shen Fei intertwined in his heart, turning into a very soft sigh.

Just then, the onboard TV screen at the front of the minibus flickered.

The music program that was playing was cut off, and the scene switched to an emergency broadcasting room.

The female host's face was grave, and her voice was hurried:

"An urgent missing person notice is here."

"At 8:40 a.m. this morning, a serious child abduction incident occurred at Xingxing Kindergarten in Chengnan District of this city."

"A six-year-old boy was forcibly taken away from his school. The suspect is driving a white SUV and is currently fleeing towards the ring road. Police have activated a Level 1 response; please be on the lookout for him..."

The laughter in the carriage vanished instantly.

He Chuan suddenly stood up, staring at the screen: "Xingxing Kindergarten? It's not far from here!"

"White SUV...license plate number..." Zhao Lei muttered, subconsciously looking out the window.

The minibus driver also slowed down and cautiously observed the surrounding traffic.

Shen Ling'er's eyes, which had been closed, opened instantly.

Instead of watching TV, she pressed her face against the car window, her little nose twitching slightly, as if trying to catch something in the wind.

"Mother." Shen Ling'er's voice suddenly lowered.

"What's wrong, Ling'er?" Yang Mi's heart tightened.

Shen Ling'er pointed her little finger to the right front, to a parallel lane about two hundred meters away.

A white SUV was sandwiched between two large trucks, seemingly following the flow of traffic obediently.

The dark-colored explosion-proof film completely covered the rear window, but when the car went over speed bumps, the rear wheels seemed to bounce unusually heavily.

"That's the one," Shen Ling'er said.

He Chuan leaned closer, squinting as he looked: "The license plate is wrong. That car has the license plate Jiang A·889F."

"It's fake." Shen Ling'er uttered two words calmly. "The license plate was attached with a magnet, and the edges are curled up."

"Furthermore, the left rear door of that car was closed too tightly, and the weatherstripping in the door seam was flattened."

"There's someone crammed inside, still struggling."

The driver gasped, "This girl, are her eyes made with a microscope?"

"Go after them and see!" He Chuan shouted to the driver.

The minibus driver stepped on the gas, and the engine emitted a muffled roar as he tried to merge into another lane.

But it was rush hour, and the road ahead suddenly became congested.

The white SUV seemed to sense something, and suddenly made a sharp lane change, scraping the bumper of a taxi before speeding onto the adjacent off-ramp road.

"Damn it! He's trying to escape!" The driver panicked and jerked the steering wheel, but was blocked by a large truck parked next to him.

The white SUV had already slid off the auxiliary road and disappeared behind the green belt.

"We can't catch up." The driver slapped his thigh, looking frustrated. "This side road leads to the old town, and the road conditions are complicated. Once you go down there, even a god can't find you."

The cabin was deathly silent.

Yang Mi hugged Shen Ling'er tightly, his hands trembling slightly.

Just as everyone was about to give up and wait for the police to report, Shen Ling'er suddenly moved.

With a twist of her small body, she slipped out of Yang Mi's arms and strode to the driver's seat.

"Uncle, please move aside." Shen Ling'er patted the driver's knee.

The driver was stunned: "Huh?"

"I'll drive." Shen Ling'er's face was tense, and she rolled up the sleeves of her bright yellow hoodie to reveal a section of her fair wrist.

Zhao Lei called out from behind, "Ling'er! This is no joke! This is a bus! You can't even reach the footrest!"

"It's within reach." Shen Ling'er didn't waste any words. She took out a plastic card from her pocket and waved it in front of the driver.

The card is printed with a beautiful gear pattern, and in the center it reads: "FIA Junior Grand Prix License".

The stamp below clearly reads: Shen Ling'er.

"My dad helped me take the test." Shen Ling'er looked at the driver expressionlessly. "He said it's always good to have more skills, and if he's not around in the future, I'll have to find my own way."

The driver stared blankly at the license stamped with the international seal.

He had been a driver for twenty years and this was the first time he had ever heard of a custom version made for five-year-olds.

"Ling'er, stop fooling around!" Yang Mi reached out to pull her back.

Shen Ling'er turned around and looked at Yang Mi with utmost seriousness: "Mother, that little brother is going to be taken away."

"My dad said that if you see someone dying and don't help, you'll have nightmares at night."

Yang Mi's hand froze in mid-air.

Looking into her daughter's clear yet incredibly determined eyes, she took a deep breath and slowly released her grip.

"Be careful." Yang Mi's voice trembled, but she chose to believe her.

"They've gone mad! They've all gone mad!" He Chuan gripped the handrail and closed his eyes.

The driver, as if possessed, unbuckled his seatbelt and gave up his seat.

Shen Ling'er nimbly climbed into the driver's seat. She couldn't reach the normal sitting position, so she simply stood up.

With both hands gripping the massive steering wheel, left foot firmly on the clutch, and right toe precisely on the accelerator.

"Hold on tight."

Shen Ling'er's voice was as cold as ice.

"boom--!!"

With an almost beast-like roar, the minibus, weighing several tons, suddenly swung out in an incredible arc in the narrow lane!

The tires screeched violently against the ground, and the ear-piercing scream almost tore off eardrums.

"Holy crap—!" Zhao Lei was pressed against the left side window of the car, his face distorted from being thrown around.

Like a wild horse, the minibus, with an extremely strange precision, grazed the edge of the truck and forced its way into the closed lane gap at an almost 90-degree angle.

On the auxiliary road after the bridge.

Shen Ling'er's small hands moved rapidly across the steering wheel, leaving a trail of afterimages.

"A sharp bend ahead! Slow down! We're going to crash!" The driver in the back was terrified and shouted, pointing to a hairpin bend that was almost 180 degrees ahead.

"Slowing down is the behavior of the weak."

Shen Ling'er uttered an incredibly arrogant statement from her small mouth.

Instead of stepping on the brake, she floored the accelerator!

Just as the car was about to crash through the guardrail, she slammed her left foot on the clutch, pulled the handbrake up half a notch with her right hand, and swerved the steering wheel to the right with a millisecond's delay!

"Sizzle—!"

The minibus's rear wheels instantly lost traction, and the massive vehicle completed a perfect sideways maneuver on the narrow auxiliary road.

The front of the car was pressed against the inner drainage ditch, and the rear wheels sparked as they scraped against the edge of the suspended vehicle!

The drainage ditch goes around a bend!

"Is this the legendary Akina Mountain car?!" Zhao Lei was so scared that tears welled up in his eyes, and he gripped the seat foam tightly with both hands.

Lin Jia hugged Chen Doudou tightly, but Chen Doudou's face was flushed with excitement: "Ling'er! We're flying! We're flying!"

The SUV driver was stunned when he saw the crazy minibus in his rearview mirror.

"What the hell is that? The bus is drifting?!"

The SUV accelerated suddenly, attempting to use the cobblestone streets of the old town to shake off its pursuers.

However, there was no trace of panic in Shen Ling'er's eyes.

She stared at the road ahead, her ears twitching: "His tire pressure is wrong, the left rear wheel is not under even pressure."

"Two hundred meters ahead, there is standing water on the red brick road."

Shen Ling'er turned the steering wheel, and the minibus veered off the main road and rushed into a deserted path full of weeds.

"Ling'er! There's no road over there!" He Chuan shouted.

"have."

Shen Ling'er responded coldly.

The minibus sped past at an angle, crushing the waist-high weeds.

Just as the white SUV turned out of the old street intersection, a huge yellow figure appeared as if by divine intervention, lying sideways in front of the SUV, covered in mud and grass clippings!

"squeak--!!"

The SUV driver slammed on the brakes, leaving two black scorch marks on the ground with the tires, which were less than ten centimeters from the minibus door.

The car stopped.

In the wasteland, only the heavy panting of the engine remained.

The minibus door opened with a "whoosh".

Shen Ling'er dusted off her hands and jumped out of the driver's seat as if nothing had happened.

The SUV door was also pushed open, and just as the two pale-faced men were about to abandon the vehicle and run away, the piercing sound of police sirens rang out all around.

Several black police cars roared in and surrounded the area.

Qin Zheng got out of the first police car with a sullen face.

He first looked at the minibus that was blocking the middle of the road, with weeds still hanging on its body, and then looked at Shen Ling'er who was standing by the door patting her clothes.

The detective captain, who was used to seeing all sorts of things, twitched the corner of his mouth for the first time ever.

"Who was driving?" Qin Zheng asked.

He Chuan scrambled out of the car, leaning against a tree and vomiting uncontrollably. He could only point a trembling finger at Shen Ling'er.

Qin Zheng walked up to Shen Ling'er, squatted down, and looked at her calm little face.

"Did your dad teach you to drive?"

Shen Ling'er took the racing license out of her pocket and stuffed it back into Qin Zheng's hand.

"My dad said, 'It's never a bad thing to have many skills.'"

She pointed to the trunk of the SUV.

"There was crying inside."

Qin Zheng's eyes turned cold, and he abruptly waved his hand: "Search!"