Rebirth 78: Hunting for Treasure in the Mountains, Spoiling My Wife and Daughter to the Heavens

"Something strange?"

Old Liu was a little confused. "Shouldn't I go check it out?"

"Brother Liu, no need. If we found the child yesterday, we'll find my house today. This Wang Jiawen isn't so simple, and he won't leave any clues."

And you should specifically ask the middle-aged couple who wear glasses, since their child is the only one missing, and see if there's anything different about them compared to the other children.”

Lu Weiguo became increasingly calm at this moment.

One must remain calm in the face of important matters, especially when the opponent is a formidable adversary.

"Are you sure it was that six-fingered guy who did it?" Old Liu wanted to investigate other possibilities.

"The child we found yesterday is missing today. You need to figure out who did it?"

Moreover, Lu Weiguo estimated that the person yesterday was actually among the crowd watching the commotion, and had even passed by the gatekeeper's small room.

But he had no recollection of it at all.

Looking back on the whole process, nothing suspicious was found.

"Okay, I understand. Don't get upset. Good people are always blessed."

Lu Weiguo didn't reply and got off the bus about three to five kilometers from the village entrance.

Two kilometers is the limit of Lu Jiacheng's physical strength.

Don't be fooled by how energetic the child always seems; he's still just a little kid.

Being able to walk two kilometers is already quite good.

Old Liu watched Lu Weiguo's increasingly sinister back as he sighed and remained silent.

You know, of all people to mess with, that human trafficker had to mess with Lu Weiguo.

The last person who offended him and hit his wife has already been sent to his coffin.

And this person?

Old Liu sighed.

Tell the driver to make a U-turn at the intersection.

The intersection was Y-shaped. When Lao Liu made the U-turn, he glanced at the intersection of the three roads.

"I don't know who designed this intersection, it's kind of interesting, there's a crooked tree right there."

Old Liu shook his head with a wry smile, telling the driver to speed up so they could continue investigating the human traffickers.

If all else fails, try some more drastic measures against those three human traffickers.

Although that grueling technique has become rusty.

. . . . . . . .

"Human traffickers are ruthless, vicious, adept at hiding their true nature, and have extreme personalities..."

While observing the surroundings, Lu Weiguo analyzed Wang Jiawen's personality.

Compared to an opponent like Qian Yunshan, who on the surface has a bottom line and even some sense of reason.

He was actually more afraid of these lone wolves hiding in the shadows, who had no bottom line and weren't even human.

As the saying goes, it's easy to dodge a spear in the open, but hard to guard against an arrow in the dark.

That makes sense.

"That's not revenge, that's provocation."

People in later generations have seen psychology or behavioral analysis on various software programs to some extent.

Lu Weiguo was also addicted to Douyin.

Although he wasn't an expert in this field, there was still a generational gap between them.

To be honest, his professional knowledge is far superior to that of people of this generation.

"A provocation will leave clues, and they will be particularly obvious."

Having thought this through, Lu Weiguo stopped dawdling and sped up his run towards home.

As we passed the village entrance, we saw several young people from the village, led by Village Chief Huang, going door to door asking questions.

Many villagers are anxiously inquiring about the latest situation.

Zhao Yangyang, in particular, didn't even wear a scarf.

With her earmuffs haphazardly hanging on her head, she frantically searched around.

Lu Weiguo was touched by a touch of emotion.

His throat bobbed twice, as if he wanted to say something to express his gratitude.

But when she thought of her son's adorable appearance, she lowered her head and ran towards the front door.

The gate to the Lu family's house was now locked.

As soon as you arrive at the gate, you can hear bursts of crying from inside the house.

He left in a hurry a few days ago and didn't take his keys with him, so he doesn't care about that now.

He flipped over using the stick.

Upon opening the door, they saw Li Xiulian sitting by the stove with Lu Jiahuan in her arms.

At this moment, she was completely in tears.

In just a short while, my eyes swelled up like two small light bulbs.

Her hair was messy and her clothes were undressed, as if Jia Huan had just drunk milk.

Even half of the milky white part was still sticking out.

"Defend the country."

The moment Li Xiulian saw Lu Weiguo, she collapsed to the ground.

His body trembled and he tilted to the side.

"Xiulian, it's alright, I'm back."

Li Xiulian collapsed into Lu Weiguo's arms.

She wanted to rely on him, but it was her fault for not taking good care of the child and letting him get lost.

The guilt she felt made her afraid to face Lu Weiguo.

With her elbow pressed against Lu Weiguo's body, a sense of estrangement quietly seeped out from between them.

"Xiulian, it's alright, don't worry, I'm here," Lu Weiguo continued to comfort her.

"It's all my fault, Weiguo. It's all my fault. I didn't take good care of the child..."

Li Xiulian's body trembled, and she couldn't speak fluently.

All they do is keep saying sorry.

In rural areas, many people favor sons over daughters, especially since Lu Jiacheng is so sensible and is the eldest son in the family.

"It's not your fault. What does this have to do with you? We're family. I'm your husband. I'll keep an eye on things no matter how serious they are."

Besides, you've worked so hard taking care of two children all by yourself. It was my fault for not doing a good job, so there's really no need to apologize.

Lu Weiguo gently comforted Li Xiulian while embracing her.

Every word struck Li Xiulian's heart.

The thin film that had just risen quietly melted away in those warm words.

The arm that was supporting her body could no longer hold on and collapsed into Lu Weiguo's arms.

"Really? You really don't blame me?"

"Why blame you? Never think like that again. Even if you want to cause a huge mess, I'll cover for you."

Li Xiulian's previous injuries had not yet healed; the bruises on her face had only just faded a little.

Her crying only intensified the pain.

Lu Weiguo saw it all and felt deeply pained.

With a strong pull, he lifted Li Xiulian up in one go, along with the dazed, milk-sick little Jia Huan.

They carried them together into the inner room.

The kang (heated brick bed) inside the room was ice cold.

The fire wasn't lit all morning, probably because Li Xiulian was worried that Lu Jiahuan would get cold, so she got up and lit the stove.

That's why mothers are said to be great.

If it weren't for Lu Jiahuan supporting her, given Li Xiulian's current personality, who knows what foolish things she might do.

"You and Jia Huan stay home and behave yourselves. If you don't want to eat, then don't. I'm back, so you don't need to worry."

"I'll go find the child. I swear I'll bring Jia Cheng back safely."

Lu Weiguo offered another word of comfort.

Perhaps it's true that they've found their pillar of support.

Li Xiulian finally stopped crying and pushed Lu Weiguo, urging him to hurry out and find the child.

Seeing this, Lu Weiguo finally felt relieved.

Haste makes waste; comforting Li Xiulian was also a way of comforting himself.

The moment Li Xiulian pushed him out the door, he suddenly remembered the extra mark on his front door.

He hadn't noticed it before, assuming it was drawn by one of his children.

But upon closer inspection, the wavy mark was so precise that it could not possibly have been drawn by a child who couldn't even draw a straight line!

wave?

Ripples?

Lu Weiguo's expression froze.

Then he ran frantically toward the village entrance.