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Chapter 242 It's a man-made disaster, not a natural disaster
"Sister Hong, don't be nervous. Trust Master Shen."

"Yes, I believe in Master Shen!"

Several people in the car spoke out to comfort him.

What Zhao Hong saw in their eyes was sincere blessings.

Taking a deep breath, Zhao Hong said, "I believe Master Shen. I just... I just don't know how the child is doing."

After these words were spoken, the people in the car fell silent.

Finding the child is one thing, but how the child has been doing over the years is another.

Including Kong Yi at the beginning, of the three children found by Shen Zhihong, only one was sold to a relatively better family and did not suffer much.

The other two were not so lucky.

But after searching for their children for so many years, they will not give up looking for their children just because they are afraid of seeing their children's miserable lives. Those who really have concerns in this regard will not be able to persist for so long.

Speechless all the way.

The three cars drove all night and finally arrived near their destination at 7 a.m.

Zhao Hong was stunned after getting off the car.

"Sister Hong, Master Shen has left!"

Zhao Hong was reminded and hurriedly chased after Shen Zhihong.

"Master Shen..."

Shen Zhihong turned and looked at Zhao Hong.

"what happened?"

"This... my daughter, is here?"

Shen Zhihong looked at the cloth dog in his hand and nodded.

"After a few laps, it's basically confirmed."

Zhao Hong opened her mouth and looked at Yujia Village, which was almost blurred in her memory. Her body couldn't stop shaking.

Everyone around noticed that Zhao Hong was abnormal, and immediately a woman walked up to her and hugged her to comfort her.

But this time, Zhao Hong's body just couldn't stop.

"This... this is... the village where my daughter disappeared!"

Zhao Hong's gritted teeth words shocked everyone.

Soon, someone figured it out.

"Sister Hong's daughter never left the village?"

When this statement was made, everyone felt a chill in their hearts, and their eyes turned toward Zhao Hong with some pity.

If this is true, then hasn't Zhao Hong been drifting further and further away in the past five years?

They couldn't help but look at Shen Zhihong and the cloth dog in Shen Zhihong's hand.

Maybe, it's not just Zhao Hong?

What would they do if Shen Zhihong took them to a place they had looked for before?
Everyone suddenly felt the same way.

Shen Zhihong glanced at Zhao Hong who was still trembling, said nothing, and turned to the direction the cloth dog pointed.

After walking less than two hundred meters, the crowd began to wander around the entrance of the village.

Shen Zhihong watched the dog change directions several times, and its head was always pointing towards the small shop at the entrance of the village.

"Song Wei, you go... Never mind, Xiao Hong, you go."

Shen Zhihong handed the cloth dog to Zhao Hong.

"Put the dog quietly into the store, or throw it into the yard, don't let anyone see it, and then come out and wait."

Zhao Hong held the cloth dog and walked over with an expressionless face.

The further Zhao Hong walked, the steadier her steps became.

The further they walked, the quicker Zhao Hong's steps became.

The further they walked, the more ferocious Zhao Hong's face became!

Bang!
The door of the convenience store was pushed open.

"Who is it, looking for death?"

Old Mrs. Yu in the convenience store raised her head and looked towards the store entrance. The anger on her face turned into confusion when she saw the unfamiliar face.

"shopping?"

Zhao Hong looked at Old Lady Yu.

Old Mrs. Yu no longer recognized her. After all, she had changed so much. She was no longer the urban beauty who was still fashionable in her middle age five years ago. Now she looked more like a weathered rural woman who worked away from home.

But she still remembers Old Lady Yu.

This convenience store was opened by Old Mrs. Yu and her husband. Five years ago, they were the ones who provided the surveillance footage to the police.

Thinking of the passion of the old couple back then, Zhao Hong's body began to tremble again.

"I'm asking you a question. Do you want to buy anything?"

The confusion on Old Lady Yu's face was replaced by impatience.

"purchase."

Zhao Hong walked over.

"buy what?"

Old Mrs. Yu walked up to the counter and asked.

Zhao Hong looked at Old Lady Yu, then pointed to the most expensive cigarette on the top of the cabinet behind Old Lady Yu!
"That cigarette, take one."

When Zhao Hong raised her hand, the impatience on Mrs. Yu's face turned into joy.

Of course she knew the containers in her house.

The cigarettes on the top of the container are not less than fifty yuan!
It is for this reason that they are put aside and serve as the facade of convenience stores.

That is to say, only five boxes were sold during the Chinese New Year some time ago, which is equivalent to the normal sales volume in half a year.

When she heard Zhao Hong asking for a cigarette, Mrs. Yu no longer cared about Zhao Hong slamming the door just now.

"Wait a minute, I'll get it for you!"

Old Mrs. Yu is only about 1.5 meters tall, and she can't reach the cigarettes on the counter.

In the past, she would have called her old man and son at this time, but today her old man and son were out, so she had to do it herself.

After finding a chair, Old Mrs. Yu slowly stood on it.

"Is it the red one? It's 100 per box and 1000 per strip. No bargaining."

As Old Mrs. Yu spoke, she tiptoed to take the cigarette down.

Just as she turned to look at Zhao Hong with a smile on her face, she was startled.

At some point, Zhao Hong had entered the counter and stood next to her.

"No need for help, just go out and I'll get it for you."

Old Mrs. Yu grumbled in her heart that Zhao Hong had no manners at all, but then she realized she was wrong.

When Zhao Hong raised her head, Old Lady Yu saw the bloodshot eyes and the hatred revealed in them! "You..."

Old Mrs. Yu was startled. Before she could finish her words, she saw Zhao Hong kicking the chair below.

After the loud bang, there was the sound of Old Lady Yu falling to the ground.

As soon as the sound of "ouch" was heard, Zhao Hong had already picked up the chair and smashed it down.

After two hits, the solid wood chair did not break, but Old Mrs. Yu was no longer moving.

Zhao Hong held up a chair and looked at Old Mrs. Yu lying on the ground in a pool of blood.

After taking a deep breath, she dropped the chair with a bang.

Turning around, she walked into the store under the guidance of the dog.

Zhao Hong passed through the door behind the convenience store and entered the yard of Old Lady Yu's house.

The sound of dogs barking was heard, but Zhao Hong ignored it.

After looking around, she grabbed the axe used to chop firewood in the yard and followed the dog's head into the depths of the room.

Two minutes later, Zhao Hong stood in the backyard.

Under her feet was an iron plate that was simply covered.

There is a handle on the iron plate.

So, this is a door.

A door leading underground.

Looking at the door, Zhao Hong's body began to tremble again, and tears could not stop flowing from her eyes.

Five years ago, the local police also suspected that the crime was committed by villagers. After being reminded, Zhao Hong and her ex-husband shouted and searched for the suspect in the village.

Forced by the fierce noise made by Zhao Hong and his wife, the village chief took the police and Zhao Hong and his wife to search house by house.

At that time, Zhao Hong and a policeman came to the convenience store at the door.

Because the surveillance footage was provided by the convenience store, Zhao Hong is very grateful to the convenience store family.

So the search was not very thorough, but the police still performed their duties conscientiously and searched directly to the backyard.

The backyard back then was much the same as the backyard now, with only one difference.

That is where Zhao Hong is.

There was a large pile of firewood at the time. The police wanted to see what was under the firewood, but were interrupted by Old Lady Yu.

Old Mrs. Yu cried and said how difficult it was for her to stack the firewood. She and her old man were old, and her son was mentally retarded, so they all bullied them.

He also said that Zhao Hong was an ungrateful person and that he would not have allowed her to watch the surveillance video if he had known this.

Zhao Hong was so embarrassed by the squeeze that she finally took the initiative to pull the police away.

If she is like this, what else can the police say?
At this moment, looking at the place where the firewood was originally piled, Zhao Hong's regret had reached its peak.

If...if she had been a little more ruthless at the beginning, would this family be different?

Wiping away her tears, Zhao Hong reached out and pulled open the heavy iron lid.

The dark cellar was illuminated by the sunlight outside.

Zhao Hong walked down the ladder and looked into the cellar in the sunlight.

Finally, she fixed her gaze on one location.

There is a bed there.

There is a person lying on the bed.

Before Zhao Hong could see the man's appearance clearly, she couldn't stop crying.

Reached out and turned on the light in the cellar.

The person on the bed in the corner moved and seemed to be shrinking towards the corner.

Zhao Hong walked towards the bed step by step, and the man was also curling up his body little by little.

Stopping in front of the bed, Zhao Hong stretched out her trembling hand.

"Xiao...Xiao...Meng, Xiao Meng!"

Zhao Hong's call did not elicit a response from the person on the bed.

Suddenly, a glimmer of hope emerged in Zhao Hong's heart.

Maybe, this is not her daughter?

Zhao Hong's hand fell on the man and slowly turned his body over.

Messy long hair covered the man's face. Zhao Hong reached out and pushed the hair aside.

Although it was covered with dirt, Zhao Hong recognized the face hidden underneath the dirt at a glance.

Looking at those cloudy and evasive eyes, Zhao Hong felt angry and his heart ached. He fell to the ground holding his chest.

In her dying moments, her hand was still reaching out towards the figure on the bed.

"Xiao... Meng..."

But after looking at her, the pair of cloudy eyes turned their bodies back.

ten minutes later.

When Shen Zhihong and others realized something was wrong and found the cellar in the backyard.

What was seen was Zhao Hong lying motionless on the ground, and the girl with her back to Zhao Hong, curled up.

Two hours later.

After Mrs. Yu’s husband and mentally retarded son came back on their bicycles, they were pinned to the ground by the police.

Apart from her mentally retarded son who was still yelling, Mrs. Yu's husband said nothing.

When the police car took the man away, the villagers started gossiping.

"I said there was something wrong with their family. His mentally retarded son kept talking about his wife. Where did he get his wife?"

"I heard that the woman who died in the cellar was the same woman who went door to door looking for her child five years ago. I suspected this family at the time! Sure enough!"

"Who said it wasn't? Even a small shop is more expensive than others. If it weren't for their son's mental retardation, who would buy from them? I didn't expect it to be such a person!"

Several middle-aged women gathered at the door of the convenience store and chattered.

Then it was heard by Shen Zhihong and others who came out of the canteen.

Immediately, someone who was on good terms with Zhao Hong started cursing.

"What the hell, you know why you didn't call the police, ah!"

Looking at the bloodshot eyes of the man who roared, the women said nothing, turned around and walked away muttering.

Shen Zhihong looked at this scene, then looked at the cloth dog in his hand and sighed.

This time, there were no ghosts.

It's a man-made disaster, not a natural disaster.

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(End of this chapter)