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

He paused for a moment after saying this.

"She wasn't like this at first."

"She was very young, beautiful, and dignified back then."

"Now……"

Qin Zheng did not continue.

But everyone understands.

A mother has been searching for her child for over a decade.

She transformed herself from a young woman into a weathered old lady.

The chat in the live stream slowed down.

"I suddenly feel really uncomfortable."

"Human traffickers deserve to die."

"The loss of one child ruins an entire family."

"For over a decade, was she waiting every single day?"

"When Ling'er caught that group of human traffickers just now, I felt great, but now I just feel frustrated."

"I hope all abducted children can go home."

The elderly woman was helped to a chair in the lobby by the policewoman.

She was still clutching that old cloth bag.

The edges of the cloth covering were worn out.

She took out a laminated old photograph from inside and carefully handed it to the police officer.

"Take another look."

"This is my little treasure."

"He has a small scar on his left eyebrow."

"I fell when I was a child."

"He's afraid of the dark."

"I need to hug my teddy bear when I sleep at night."

He loves candied hawthorn berries, but doesn't like scallions.

"Officer, could you please help me look for it?"

"What if he grows up and doesn't remember the way home?"

The policewoman's eyes reddened.

"Aunt Liu, we've been investigating."

"I will definitely let you know if there is any news."

Grandma Liu nodded.

"Investigate, investigate."

"Take your time investigating."

"I can wait."

She said this very softly.

But to everyone who heard it, it felt like a stone was pressing down on their ears.

Zhao Lei turned around and rubbed his eyes.

"I can't stand hearing this."

Bai Sisi whispered, "Who can hear us?"

Chen Doudou whispered to Lin Jia, "Mommy, can her little baby come back?"

Lin Jia hugged him.

"Yes."

She didn't say those two words with enough confidence.

Yang Mi squatted down and hugged Shen Ling'er.

She dared not think.

If one day, her Ling'er also disappears like this.

Just thinking about it makes her feel like her heart is being squeezed.

Shen Ling'er remained motionless in Yang Mi's arms.

After a long while, she looked up at the photo in Grandma Liu's hand.

The photo is quite old.

The picture above is of a little boy.

She had a round face, bright eyes, and wore overalls.

It does look like it's only about five years old.

Shen Ling'er suddenly spoke.

"grandmother."

Everyone in the hall looked at her.

Grandma Liu slowly raised her head as well.

When she saw Shen Ling'er, her cloudy eyes widened in surprise.

"Little girl..."

Shen Ling'er walked over and stood in front of her.

She was small, but she stood very steadily.

"Do you remember what the bad guy who took him looked like back then?"

As soon as those words were spoken...

The hall fell silent instantly.

Qin Zheng's eyes suddenly narrowed.

Teacher Luo was just about to put away her drawing board when she heard this, and her hand froze in mid-air.

He Chuan was stunned.

Zhao Lei opened his mouth.

"Ling'er, you mean to..."

Shen Ling'er didn't look at anyone else.

She only looked at Old Mrs. Liu.

Do you remember?

Grandma Liu seemed to be pulled back to a very, very distant place by those words.

Her hands began to tremble.

His lips trembled.

"Bad guy..."

"Bad guy..."

The on-duty police officer quickly stepped forward.

"Aunt Liu, don't worry."

Qin Zheng frowned and said to Shen Ling'er in a low voice, "Ling'er, this has taken too long."

More than ten years.

Human memory can become blurred.

Moreover, Mrs. Liu's mental state has been poor for years.

More importantly, even if she did remember, the human traffickers from back then would have changed a lot by now.

Age, physique, hairstyle, and facial contours will all change.

How useful can a description from over a decade ago be?

Teacher Luo couldn't help but say, "This is too big a leap."

"If it were three to five years ago, we could try to extrapolate the age."

"But it's been more than ten years, and the elderly person's memory has been traumatized, so their descriptions are easily confused."

Shen Ling'er looked up at him.

"So you have to ask slowly."

Teacher Luo was taken aback.

Shen Ling'er added, "My father said that people forget their faces."

"But I won't forget what I saw when I was afraid."

The hall suddenly fell silent.

This sentence was spoken very softly.

Yet it seems to have settled in everyone's heart.

Qin Zheng's eyes flickered slightly.

Teacher Luo was also stunned.

People forget their complete faces.

However, under extreme emotions, certain details can become like nails stuck in memory.

A mole.

A scar.

A pair of eyes.

One hand.

Even a smell.

This is not something that ordinary children can understand.

The live chat exploded with comments.

"Holy crap, did Shen Fei teach him that line again?"

"People may forget their faces, but they will not forget what they saw when they were afraid."

"How much psychology does Shen Fei actually know?"

"I don't know what to say anymore."

"The mysterious dad is showing off behind the scenes again."

"But this time I really hope Ling'er can help."

Yang Mi looked at Shen Ling'er, feeling both bittersweet and anxious.

"Ling'er".

Shen Ling'er turned around.

Yang Mi asked softly, "Are you sure?"

Shen Ling'er thought for a moment.

"Not 100%."

Qin Zheng immediately asked, "What percentage?"

Shen Ling'er stretched out her small hand and made a five.

"Fifty percent."

Qin Zheng frowned.

"50% is too low."

Shen Ling'er looked at him.

"After searching for more than ten years, it's been zero."

Qin Zheng fell silent.

No one can refute this statement.

Grandma Liu suddenly grabbed Shen Ling'er's small hand.

Her hands were very rough.

It's cold.

"Little girl, can you draw it for grandma?"

"I remember, I think I remember..."

"The moment I close my eyes, I see that person."

"But I can't say it."

"I can't explain it."

As she spoke, tears began to fall.

Shen Ling'er did not pull her hand away.

She was rarely this quiet.

She simply patted the back of Grandma Liu's hand with her other small hand.

The movements were a bit clumsy.

But he was very serious.

"Don't cry."

"Your eyes will blur if you cry."

Grandma Liu was stunned for a moment.

Shen Ling'er continued, "Look at me."

Grandma Liu looked up.

Shen Ling'er asked, "Back then, was it one person, or two?"

Grandma Liu's lips trembled.

"Two...two."

Teacher Luo immediately picked up paper and pen.

Qin Zheng also signaled to the police not to disturb them for the time being.

Everyone on the production team fell silent.

Even Chen Doudou covered her mouth, not daring to make a sound.

Shen Ling'er asked again, "Don't think about saving face yet."

"I want to use my hands."

"Who touched Xiaobao?"

Grandma Liu's eyes slowly went blank.

It felt like going back to that afternoon when the child was lost.

"A woman..."

"She was wearing red..."

She said, "Xiao Bao's shoelaces are untied."

"Xiao Bao lowers his head..."

She squatted down.

"Then……"

Her breathing became rapid.

Yang Mi's heart clenched upon hearing this.

Shen Ling'er's voice was very steady.

Are a woman's hands fat or thin?

Grandma Liu closed her eyes.

"thin."

"Long fingers".

"Your nails...your nails are painted red."

Shen Ling'er picked up a pen and gently drew a hand on the paper.

It's not a portrait.

I was just helping her grasp her memories.

"Is her face round?"

Grandma Liu frowned.

"It's not round..."

"tip."

"No, it's not sharp."

"When she smiles, she has a fleshy chin."

Teacher Luo said in a low voice, "A slightly square face with excess fat on the jawline?"

Shen Ling'er nodded, but did not immediately have her face painted.

She continued, "Are her eyes big?"

Grandma Liu shook her head.

"Not big."

"Thin".

She laughed.

"She kept smiling."

Shen Ling'er asked, "Does my smile look good?"

Grandma Liu suddenly gritted her teeth.

"It's ugly!"

"Her eyes don't smile!"

Shen Ling'er lowered her head and made two strokes on the paper.

"Smile with your mouth, but not your eyes."

Teacher Luo watched from the side, and her heart skipped a beat.

This is not simply a question about facial features.

This is asking about emotional memory.

Many victims cannot remember how high their nose bridge was or how wide their face was.

But I'll remember that person's "smile was fake."

This is often more useful than a description of facial features.

Shen Ling'er then asked, "What about the other person?"

Grandma Liu's body suddenly trembled.

"man."

"high."

"Very high."

Qin Zheng whispered a reminder: "The old man was frightened back then, so he might remember his height as taller."

Shen Ling'er nodded.

"Know."

She asked Grandma Liu, "When he got close to you, what did you see?"

Grandma Liu said blankly, "Chest."

Shen Ling'er said, "Then he's more than a head taller than you."

"Not particularly high."

Teacher Luo's expression changed again.

She was correcting a memory error.

Moreover, the repairs look very natural.

People are no longer careful with their comments.

"Ling'er, that's a very professional way of asking questions."

"Is she really only five years old?"

"It's not just that she can draw; she can guide the elderly to recall memories."

"How exactly did Shen Fei teach him?"

"This is no longer an extracurricular activity; it's breaking down criminal investigation into its components and feeding them to the children."

Grandma Liu said slowly, "The man's face is dark."

"Her eyebrows are very thick."

He didn't laugh.

He kept looking to the side.

Shen Ling'er asked, "Where are you looking?"

"Look at the police..."

Grandma Liu suddenly became agitated.

"Yes! He turned away as soon as he saw the police!"

"There's a mark on his neck!"

Qin Zheng immediately asked, "What seal?"

Grandma Liu gestured as she tried her best.

"Like...like being burned by something."

"It's not a scar."

"Round."

Shen Ling'er paused, her pen poised.

She looked up at Qin Zheng.

Qin Zheng was also looking at her.

Circular burn scar.

This could be a very crucial feature.

Shen Ling'er lowered her head.

Start drawing.

This time, she wasn't as sharp as she had been when drawing the contact person that afternoon.

Her pen moved very slowly.

It's very light.

As he drew, he continuously revised the drawing based on Grandma Liu's description.

"The woman in red, around thirty years old, was probably actually twenty-six to thirty back then."

"Narrow eyes, upturned corners of the mouth, and no movement at the outer corners of the eyes."

"Her chin is fleshy."

"Long fingers, red nails."

"Where's your hair?"

Grandma Liu stared at the paper and suddenly said, "Rolled up."

"Her hair is curly."

"She has gold earrings on her ears."

Shen Ling'er added.

Then replace it with another sheet of paper.

"man."

"His face is rather long."

"Thick eyebrows."

"Dark skin."

"A round burn scar on the left side of my neck."

"I like to look to the right."

Qin Zheng asked, "Why to the right?"

Shen Ling'er whispered, "He has a scar on the left side of his neck, and he subconsciously doesn't want people to see it."

Teacher Luo stopped writing.

He found himself barely able to get a word in edgewise.

This five-year-old child is not drawing.

She is pulling people out bit by bit from a pile of broken, painful, and chaotic memories.

Ten minutes later.

Two portraits were placed on the table.

One male and one female.

The woman in red had a smile on her lips, but her eyes were cold.

The dark-skinned man had thick eyebrows, a long face, and a round scar on the left side of his neck.

Grandma Liu stared at the portrait, completely frozen in place.

The next second, she suddenly lunged forward, her fingers trembling as she touched the woman's face.

"It's her!"

"That's her!"

"That's how she laughed back then!"

She looked at the man's face again.

"And him too!"

"When he took Xiaobao away, I chased after him, and he turned around and glanced at me."

"That's the look in my eyes!"

"That's him!"

Grandma Liu cried so hard she could barely breathe.

The policewoman quickly helped her up.

Yang Mi's eyes also reddened.

Shen Ling'er stood by the table, looking down at the two pieces of paper.

Her small face was very tense.

There was no sense of pride.

He wasn't as arrogant as usual.

Qin Zheng picked up the portrait, his voice turning somber.

"Teacher Luo."

Teacher Luo nodded immediately.

"I'll take it and do an age calculation right away."

Qin Zheng said, "Based on a fifteen-year span."

"At the same time, retrieve the old case files."

"There were human traffickers with similar characteristics around the train station back then."

"Focus on women, those wearing red, with curly hair, and those involved in long-term human trafficking rings."

"A round burn scar on the left side of a man's neck."

The young police officer responded immediately.

"yes!"

He Chuan stood to the side, his voice somewhat hoarse.

"Is it... really possible to find out?"

Qin Zheng did not offer false hope.

"It cannot be guaranteed."

After he finished speaking, he looked at the two portraits that Shen Ling'er had drawn.

"But there's one more line than before."

Upon hearing this, Old Mrs. Liu suddenly looked up.

She grabbed Shen Ling'er's hand and cried, "Thank you, little girl."

"Thank you."

"After searching for so many years, this is the first time I feel like they've really come back."

"It's not a shadow in my mind."

"They've got some nerve now."

This statement left everyone feeling uneasy.

Shen Ling'er looked at her.

After a while, she whispered, "Grandma, it's time to eat."

Grandma Liu was stunned.

Shen Ling'er said seriously, "If you don't eat, you won't be able to carry Xiao Bao when he comes back."

Grandma Liu stared at her blankly.

Then the tears started falling even harder.

"it is good."

"Grandma, eat."

"Grandma is waiting for Xiaobao to come back."

Yang Mi finally couldn't hold back any longer and turned around to wipe the corner of her eye.

Zhao Lei also lowered his head and remained silent.

The comments scrolled by one by one.

"She's broken down."

"She said if you don't eat, you won't be able to carry Xiaobao when he comes back."

"Ling'er is funny when she's sharp-tongued, but deadly when she's gentle."

"Human traffickers deserve to die."

"I hope Xiao Bao can find it."

"How on earth did Shen Fei raise such a child...?"

"She's not just skilled; she also knows how to give people the strength to live."

Teacher Luo held the portrait, her expression extremely complex.

He looked at Shen Ling'er.

"kid."

Shen Ling'er looked up.

Teacher Luo said earnestly, "Your portrait is not just accurate."

"You've asked the right question."

Shen Ling'er thought for a moment.

"My dad said that people who lose paintings shouldn't panic."

"If you're impatient, the person on the paper will run away."

Teacher Luo's throat moved.

After a long pause, he whispered, "Your dad... is really amazing."

Shen Ling'er raised her chin.

That familiar arrogance has finally returned a bit.

"certainly."

"My dad is the best."

He Chuan looked at the camera, unsure how to summarize the situation.

Today was originally just a job experience at the police station.

But in the end, a case from more than a decade ago was redrawn by a five-year-old child, who created two faces.

He could only take a deep breath and say softly:

"I hope these two portraits can bring a mother a little closer to her child."

The chat in the live stream also became more organized.

"I hope Xiaobao comes home."

"I hope all children can go home."

Human traffickers must be sentenced to death.

"Shen Ling'er is really too strong."

"Shen Fei, what kind of person are you to have raised a daughter like this?"

Qin Zheng stood to the side, watching the two portraits being sent to the technical team.

His gaze grew increasingly intense.

The door is half open.

Broken lock pattern.

Cross-provincial human trafficking.

Cloud-Piercing Hand.

Reaching for the stars.

Now, it's another old human trafficking case from over a decade ago.

These lines seem to rise one by one from the darkness.

And every time it surfaces, it inevitably involves one name.

Shen Fei.

That one never appeared, yet it had already taken root in everyone's hearts.

A man who exists like a god.

Shen Ling'er didn't think that much about it.

She simply put away her pencil and walked back to Yang Mi's side.

Yang Mi squatted down and gently hugged her.

Are you tired?

Shen Ling'er buried her face in Yang Mi's shoulder.

After a while, he said listlessly, "A little."

Yang Mi patted her gently.

"Then let's go back and rest."

Shen Ling'er nodded.

Then he raised his head and looked at the old lady Liu who was still crying.

She thought for a moment, then walked over and put the remaining bag of cookies from the cafeteria into the old lady's hand.

"grandmother."

"Eat this."

"Sweet."

Grandma Liu held the biscuit in her hand, and tears fell again.

Shen Ling'er turned back to Yang Mi's side and muttered softly.

"My dad said that when you're sad, sweet things won't help."

"But it's better than nothing."

Yang Mi's eyes welled up with tears, and he gripped her small hand even tighter.

The sun had completely set.

The lights at the entrance of the police station came on.

Meanwhile, online, new trending topics began to climb rapidly.

#Shen Ling'er's portrait from a 10-year-old cold case#

#Five-year-old girl helps elderly man searching for his son draw a picture of a child trafficker#

#People may forget their faces, but they will never forget their fear#

#What exactly did Shen Fei teach his daughter?#

#HopeXiaoBaoComeHome#

That night.

The entire internet is asking who Shen Fei is.

But nobody knows.

The man still did not appear.

He stunned everyone speechless once again, all while holding his daughter's pencil between them.