Song Jing was going to go there, but she was a little curious about the child. She asked him while holding him in her arms, "Then why did you come here alone?"

"Your home is still a long way from here. Can you run so far alone?"

The child lay on her shoulder and cried for a long time, then gradually stopped crying, and said with a burp, "Just... after school, my brother came to pick him up, and my brother said to buy Tangtang and asked me to wait a moment, and then I went into... the alley plays, and then I couldn't find my brother... I cried for a long time, but my brother didn't come to find me. The uncles and aunts in the alley said that when they came in, they couldn't get out... I... I was scared and didn't know what to do, and I was crying there, and then I saw my sister..."

Song Jing: “…”

His words were obviously normal, but they always had an incredible smell.

Song Jing frowned slightly: "You can go and find the police uncle. As long as you come out of the alley, there are police uncles everywhere here, you can see it."

The child was stunned for a moment and said, "There is no police uncle."

Song Jing continued: "Don't those uncles and aunts help you call the police?"

It's strange. If it were a human trafficker, it wouldn't be possible to sit alone in the alley.

And just now, Song Jing clearly saw no traces of anyone in the alley.

"Uncle and aunt can't say it..."

The child is too young and obviously doesn't understand the specific things yet, so he just repeats this sentence: "I can't get out."

Song Jing's heart was inexplicably surprised.

She couldn't tell what was wrong, but she felt like she was going back to the alley to take a look.

But it is still important to send the children over at this moment.

At the entrance of the alley just now, wasn’t it behind the office building that the white-collar workers mentioned?

The human trafficker organization cannot ignore the child at all, and always feel that something is wrong.

And there have been too many things happening with UCT recently, and she feels that there are problems everywhere.

But the child in front of him is normal, and there are no signs of being marked, maybe he just got separated.

After walking for about a few minutes, I arrived at No. 152, Jiangjing Road.

The child's name is Zhou Yirui. After he cried enough, he lay on Song Jing's shoulder and looked around. His big eyes were confused: "Sister, why isn't it like my house nearby?"

“Not like?”

Song Jing was stunned for a moment: "This is No. 152, Jiangjing Road, I'm not wrong."

No. 152 Jiangjing Road is still a particularly rare location. It is a real estate house that only old citizens in City B have. It is a small garden villa with a bit of the flavor of architecture in the Republic of China and looks like it has been preserved for a long time.

A lot of trees were planted on the roadside, and there were two huge trees in front of the door.

Zhou Yirui glanced at the house, blinked, and said, "It seems to be my house."

A little bit like a little bit like a little bit different.

The child was a little confused, so Song Jing hugged him and rang the doorbell outside.

This is a single-family villa with a garden in front of it and a sunny glass house. In a location like City B, you must be rich if you can build such a house. Song’s father and mother actually have such rich old friends!

There were laughter from inside the door, and several figures appeared at the same time. Song Jing saw Song’s father and mother standing inside and chatting with a middle-aged couple. When she saw Song Jing coming, she pointed at her, but she was a little surprised to see that she was still holding a child.

A fat woman with an apron came to open the door, with a kind smile, a bit like a nanny.
Chapter completed!