Seeing the crime scene flashbacks made me the darling of the police station.

Chapter 257 The world has come to a standstill.
Su Miaoyi drove to the factory in the suburbs, her mind constantly racing with countermeasures.

Instead of driving directly to the factory, she parked her car nearby and sneaked up there herself.

She cautiously approached the factory building, found herself in a blind spot with obstacles in front and behind her, and then called out a few times into the building.

There was no response from inside, not even a sound.

It was so quiet; it felt like there was no one inside at all.

Su Miaoyi probed a few more times, then slowly walked forward, leaned against the wall, and pushed open the factory door.

The old, heavy iron gate groaned.

She tried again, but there was still no response from inside.

She could see everything inside from the doorway.

The interior was quite empty, with only a few things piled up in the corner, all covered in a thick layer of dust.

There was also a thick layer of dust on the ground.

Therefore, the footprints on it are very obvious.

There are two rows of footprints, one for those who went in and the other for those who came out.

Judging from the footprints, it was a woman's footprint, and there was only one woman's footprint.

His height, weight, and walking posture all match those of the person on the hospital's surveillance cameras.

The little boy didn't come in here. Where did the kidnapper take him?
Why did I have to give her this address again?

Su Miaoyi stood at the door, keeping an eye on what was behind her while also carefully looking around the factory.

The sky was gradually darkening, and the factory was even darker inside.

Su Miaoyi has good eyesight; there are several wooden crates stacked together on the east side of the factory.

The footprints were heading in that direction.

Looking at them from the doorway, the wooden crates didn't seem particularly special.

But that was the only clue the factory had.

Su Miaoyi looked at it for a few seconds, then turned around and kicked the heavy iron door several times, breaking it apart.

"What's wrong?" Zhuang Yanzheng asked when he heard the noise, his voice deep and tense.

"It's nothing," Su Miaoyi said softly, then kicked the door again.

It was completely broken and couldn't be closed. Following the footprints inside, she carefully walked to the wooden boxes.

She worried that if she walked in, someone would close the door from the outside and trap her inside, preventing her from getting out.

So they took the door apart.

The wooden box was still covered in a thick layer of dust, so the marks on it were quite obvious. Following the marks, Su Miaoyi lifted the wooden board on the box, and there was a recording pen stuck to the bottom of the board.

After checking and finding nothing else, she took the recorder and followed the footprints out of the factory. She kept an eye on her surroundings and checked the recorder as she walked towards the parking lot.

The voice recorder was working properly; when she turned it on, the sound that came out was the same as the one from the voice recorder at the municipal bureau.

"This child is in my hands. It's not too much to ask you to take him for a spin, is it? Are you angry? Then hurry up and come find him. This child is crying and whining, it's really annoying. If you come late, you might only be able to collect his body. He died because of you, aren't you happy?"

It was followed by an address, but it wasn't a detailed address; it was just the address of a bus stop.

Then the recorder stopped recording.

Su Miaoyi got into the car and first told Zhuang Yanzheng about the situation.

Then she drove to the bus stop.

Although it's a bus stop, it's a rather remote one.

A bus stop at the edge of a town.

To the west of the bus stop are buildings, and to the east of the bus stop are rural bungalows.

There are still quite a few cars on the road at this time of night.

Buses, private cars, and large trucks carrying goods come and go.

Su Miaoyi parked her car at the bus stop. Zhuang Yanzheng and the others were on their way.

She looked around the bus stop, circling the bus stop sign once clockwise and then once counterclockwise, and then looked around again, but there was nothing there.

She stood by the roadside, looking at the bus stop sign across the street.

It's a sign for the same station.

There are no pedestrian crossings or traffic lights on this road.

She waited by the roadside for the car to pass before walking across the street.

The road is wide and the cars are going very fast, so you have to keep an eye on the cars while crossing the road.

As a result, when she walked to the middle of the road and reached the other half of the road, she suddenly stopped on the road.

The light in his eyes dimmed, and he froze on the road, motionless and unresponsive.

Passing cars kept honking their horns, but Su Miaoyi still didn't react at all.

Just then, a large truck drove up from a distance at high speed, and when it was almost upon them, it did not slow down at all.

Su Miaoyi remained motionless.

People near the bus stop shouted.

The honking of horns around us increased and became louder.

Two cars were parked on the side of the road, and people got out of them. There were also people waiting for the bus at the bus stop who tried to pull Su Miaoyi away, but it was too late.

She saw the truck about to hit her.

People getting off the car and those at the bus stop were so frightened that they closed their eyes.

Being hit by such a large vehicle at that speed would definitely send a person flying; I can't even imagine the scene of them crashing to the ground.

Just as the truck was about to hit her, a bright light suddenly streaked across the night sky.

Immediately afterwards, all the cars on the road came to a stop.

People waiting at the bus stop and those getting off the bus also remained still, with their eyes closed and ears covered.

Even the drivers stopped in their original positions.

The large truck that had just sped past stopped next to Su Miaoyi, its front end only two or three centimeters away from her.

The whole world stood still; even the flowers and plants by the roadside and the hands of the watches on people's wrists stopped moving.

Everything was still, so anything that suddenly moved stood out.

The woman, dressed in a long robe, with her dark hair flowing down to her waist, walked lightly across the street towards Su Miaoyi.

With an upright posture and elegant gait, every step was graceful.

But after walking five or six steps, she took a breath and rubbed her lower back.

They came in such a hurry that they bent over.

She walked up to Su Miaoyi, stood in front of her for a while, then suddenly leaned close to her face, looked left and right, and then poked her face with her finger.

The two were practically touching faces.

And her face is quite similar to Su Miaoyi's to some extent.

After watching for a while, she nodded, seemingly quite satisfied.

Then she wrapped her arms around Su Miaoyi's waist and lifted her up, carrying her like a statue to the bus stop across the street.

She put the person down, clapped her hands, and sighed, "Why did I have to see this now of all times? If I had knocked you flying, all the effort I put into creating this body would have been for nothing."

She patted Su Miaoyi on the shoulder again: "You still need to practice."

After she finished speaking, she thought Su Miaoyi's hair looked ugly when it was loose, so she found a hair tie and braided it into a pigtail and tied it up.

Then, supporting her lower back, she walked away step by step, and left.
　Goodnight everybody

　　God. He has come!
　　(End of this chapter)