I'm only five years old, how come I've become the military region's darling?

Xing Yong didn't waste a second and knocked on Wang Gaofeng's office door. "Director Wang."

"Hmm?" Wang Gaofeng looked up at Xing Yong in the doorway. "How's the case going?"

Xing Yong reported directly, "The human traffickers have initially confessed to the number of people they have abducted over the past ten years: 54, 7 of whom have died."

54 children? That's so many families!

Wang Gaofeng's brows were furrowed so deeply they almost formed a mountain; his face was extremely grim, and the cigarette butt between his fingers trembled. "Find them all! Find them all!"

"Director Wang, the time span is quite large, and the human trafficker Li Mei can't remember much of the information. By the way, we were able to get Aunt Mei to talk thanks to Comrade Ruan Xiaochun. She discovered Li Mei's weakness—that she had a similar childhood experience to the deceased Yu Honghong—which helped us break through her psychological defenses in one fell swoop. In addition, we were able to locate the human trafficker Li Mei so quickly because Comrade Ruan Xiaochun assisted in creating the sketches, which are these two on your desk."

Wang Gaofeng pressed his fingers against the two portraits. He knew that the portraits were the credit for this, but he did not know that they were drawn by a five-year-old child.

He had heard Xing Yong mention Ruan Xiaochun's name a couple of days ago, and now it was being mentioned again. It wasn't luck or a stroke of good fortune; he had actually produced something worthwhile.

Shocked, Wang Gaofeng also realized Xing Yong's purpose.

"Speak your mind."

Xing Yong pursed his lips. "Director Wang, no one in our department is proficient in drawing portraits; they only know the basics. I would like to apply for special permission for Comrade Ruan Xiaochun to join our 6.19 task force to draw portraits of abducted children. This will help us locate relevant victims more quickly."

Wang Gaofeng tapped his fingers on the table repeatedly. "I forgot to tell you, the technical department hired a top student from the provincial art academy yesterday. He specializes in painting, and you can use him."

"A new one?" Xing Yong paused for a moment, "Director Wang, is it alright if the new technical staff member works with Ruan Xiaochun? After all, Xiaochun has some experience. In order to speed up the case handling process, I'd like to apply for Xiaochun to join as well."

Wang Gaofeng instinctively felt that a child couldn't compare to a college graduate with formal training, but the case was too big. He hesitated for a moment, "Although using a five-year-old child is against regulations, we have to act expediently in this urgent situation. We can't be bound by formalities. We'll work on two parallel lines: one group will follow the suspect's confession, while the other will quickly report our situation to the local police for assistance. In addition, we'll screen all the missing children reported in recent years and reorganize all the information in detail. The technical team and Ruan Xiaochun will work together. I'll talk to Section Chief He later to make sure we can reconstruct the child's portrait as accurately as possible. Finally, we'll interrogate Li Mei again to try and extract as many clues as possible about other criminal gangs from her."

"clear!"

Wang Gaofeng sighed deeply, muttering "54" under his breath.

With the approval from his superiors, Xing Yong was able to proceed.

He quickly chased after her, calling out, "Xiaochun!"

The little guy, who was being held by Ruan Jianhua and laughing heartily, turned around and winked at Xing Yong, "Captain Xing, what's wrong?"

Xing Yong's worries seemed to dissipate as he looked at the little guy's beaming face.

"Here's the thing, we're planning to draw portraits of the missing children, and I've asked the chief to invite Xiaochun to join us. Is that alright?"

"What? You're inviting our Xiaochun to paint?" Grandma Ruan almost dropped her jaw, looking at Xing Yong as if he were an idiot. "Captain Xing, are you...?"

"Grandma, it's painting, the kind where you paint people."

Grandma Ruan: Of course she knows, but how come she didn't know that her little granddaughter has this ability?

Xing Yong's gaze held a hint of suspicion. In Xiao Chun's mind, the system displayed: [Ding~ Congratulations, host, you've been targeted by the cops. Reputation points +10.]

My dear grandma, stop talking, she's about to give herself away.

The little guy slid right off Ruan Jianhua. "Captain Xing, Xiaochun is willing." He turned to look at Grandma Ruan. "Grandma is the kind of person I learned from the old man in the cowshed."

Grandma Ruan fell silent, recalling the turtle that Xiaochun had drawn, which looked like a large bowl.

Do police officers like to draw such abstract things?

She's just getting old and can't keep up with the way young people think.

She felt it was an insult to her buttocks to use the kind of paper Xiaochun learned to use to wipe her buttocks.

Forget it, it's none of my business.

"Then go and help."

Xing Yong: "I'll have someone take you back later. I'll take care of Xiaochun these next few days, don't worry."

Ruan Jianhua pouted unhappily and stood there motionless. "Jianhua wants to go too."

"Go away, go away, I'll send you to the Western Paradise or not, you're such a big man, will you die without your daughter? Come on, come back with me, your old mother is so tired her legs are shaking, come carry your mother."

Grandma Ruan jumped onto Ruan Jianhua's back in one gulp; even if her son was stupid, he was still useful.

Seeing that he didn't move, she slapped his arm so hard that her hand went numb. That brat's flesh was really firm.

"You're gone. Now your daughter's useful to the police, at least your deadbeat father did something good. Or are you saying you want Xiaochun more than her mother?"

"Your mother gave birth to you and raised you, and now you don't want your mother anymore?"

Upon hearing that the old lady was in critical condition, Ruan Jianhua broke out in a cold sweat. "I need my mother! Jianhua will carry her on his back!"

Old Mrs. Ruan's eyes gleamed with cunning. "It's alright if you're silly, my silly son. Your daughter is useful. When I kick the bucket, you'll still have someone to rely on."

The setting sun cast a golden glow, and the man carrying the old woman on his back cast a long shadow. Xiaochun watched her grandmother and father walk away, a smile playing on her lips. It was so nice.

"Let's go!" The little guy took Xing Yong's hand and went back inside. Xiao Chun wanted to be a really great Xiao Chun, so that many older brothers, sisters, younger brothers and sisters could return to their homes.

In the office, Qin Yuezheng and Niu Qiaobao were frantically sorting through the files on abducted children. Just an hour ago, they couldn't get anything out of the case, but now they had everything.

Xing Yong brought Xiao Chun in from outside. Qin Yuezheng was taken aback. Hadn't the child just left? Why was she back?

"Niu Qiaobao, you come with me and Xiaochun to the interrogation room. Qin Yuezheng, you continue to investigate based on these clues and contact the local public security bureau to get the information."

"Coming!"

Niu Qiaobao jumped over, bracing himself against the table. "Captain Xing, are we making a portrait?"

"Yes, the technical staff have already gone in?"

"I just saw Lu Shuang from the technical department bring a new employee in."

Xing Yong, worried that Xiao Chun might overthink things, explained, "This new student is an art student from the provincial capital, so don't feel pressured."

"No way~ Xiaochun is amazing." The little guy's tone was particularly confident, and Xing Yong couldn't help but laugh. "Yes, yes, Xiaochun is amazing, then it's your turn now."

Pushing open the door to the interrogation room, the person inside looked right at me.

"Captain Xing, this is an interrogation room. What are you doing bringing a child in here?"