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Zheng Dahu reported it that very day, and someone came to the village the next day.

Then, they arrested Zheng Dahu.

They found the handwritten copy in Zheng Dahu's room.

The appearance of an English handwritten copy was a matter that could be considered a big deal or a small deal. By this time, the intensity of the struggle had subsided, and those with a bit of foresight were already preparing to back down and stop pursuing the matter.

Some of the lowest-ranking soldiers, oblivious to the situation but still enthusiastic about it, led their men over and captured the person.

When Zheng Dahu saw the handwritten copy he had put in Er Ya's trunk appear under his mattress, he was first stunned, then gradually understood, and lowered his head in frustration.

Okay, he completely resigned himself to his fate.

Er Ya is truly uncanny; nothing can be hidden from her.

Is she really still Er Ya?

The thought flashed through my mind, but I quickly forgot about it.

Does it matter whether it is or isn't?

It's good that he was arrested. Once he's arrested, he won't have to worry about the gambling debts or being coerced by Butcher Zhang.

When villagers tried to rescue him with sickles, carrying poles, and hoes, he told them not to worry about him.

The villagers: ???

No, there are also people who are eager to go to the farm?

Old Zheng was alarmed. "I'll go find Er Ya."

Zheng Dahu stopped him, "Dad, there's no need to go looking for her."

He brought this on himself; Er Ya won't care.

Zheng Dahu confessed quickly and appeared to be in poor health, so he didn't suffer much. Normally, he would have been beaten first, but Zheng Dahu looked so pale that they were afraid he would die if they punched him. So they just took him to his workplace and left him alone.

The manuscript of "The Merchant of Venice" circulated around several times before being carelessly discarded.

Zheng Nanle kept the handwritten copy close at hand. He had the mental power to cheat, so he didn't need to get close. He could just find a shady spot nearby, sit down and eat, and no one would suspect anything.

People in this era are quite casual; it's perfectly normal for them to sit on the ground or in the dirt when they're tired from traveling.

However, you can't sit for too long, as it will arouse the suspicion of the security guard.

Zheng Nanle ate the fried glutinous rice cakes she bought early in the morning from Xiaobingji, got up and left unhurriedly. The security guard at the company gate looked up, saw Zheng Nanle's departing figure, and then looked away.

In addition to focusing on the location of the handwritten copy, Zheng Nanle also used her mental power to familiarize herself with the surrounding environment of the unit. She turned into a secluded, uninhabited house and hid in a corner to continue hiding.

In those days, not many people spoke English, and even fewer could read a handwritten copy of "The Merchant of Venice." Many people would pick up the copy, glance at it, and then put it down, perhaps even muttering, "What a load of crap?"

Zheng Nanle imprinted his mental energy on several people who were carefully reading the handwritten copy, and then followed them one by one, noting down suspicious or excluded marks in his notebook.

Three people were found to have problems. One of them was related to the military, but he didn't notice anything amiss with the handwritten copy and didn't mention it at all when chatting with people in the military.

One of the stories involves the police. It mentions that Zheng Dahu placed a handwritten copy in Zheng Nanle's room to frame him, but the copy ended up back in Zheng Dahu's room. The police officer then retrieved the copy with his colleagues the next day.

After a long and winding journey, they finally found the house of Zhang the Butcher's eldest cousin. Upon hearing that Zhang the Butcher had used the handwritten copy to settle a personal score, his face darkened for a moment, but when he heard that the copy had been taken away by the police, his expression brightened again. "My cousin is quite shrewd."

Recalling the sickly butcher Zhang he had seen a while ago, Zhang's cousin said, "I heard that my cousin has taken a fancy to that policeman? He's unmarried, so that policeman is a good match for him."

The visitor seemed hesitant. "The bureau chief doesn't handle things; Xie Jianhua holds all the power. His wife is this junior police officer's cousin. She's quite capable and can fight. Marrying her might not be a good thing."

"It's really troublesome." Zhang's cousin gave up, then said, "Will it be time to send out the next batch of goods?"

"yes."

"Send the message out, and give our future bureau chief a big achievement."

Unlike Butcher Zhang's robust build, Cousin Zhang was quite thin, wore glasses, and had a clean-cut, fair complexion. He spoke clearly and calmly, which made him very likable.

A typical example of a refined scoundrel.

Zheng Nanle memorized Zhang's appearance, then examined the goods carefully before returning to the bureau to cancel the fake document.

As soon as she entered the station, Hua Chang gave her a sympathetic look.

Sigh, even if you get revenge after being stabbed in the back by your family, you'll still be heartbroken, right?

He leaned closer to Zheng Nanle and said, "You took leave to resolve this matter, right?"

He said that the human traffickers were so well hidden, how could Er Ya possibly have any clues? Luckily, he was quick-witted. When others asked about Er Ya, he said he had gone home to settle family matters.

Zheng Nanle thought about what he had done during this period, and Hua Chang should have said that, but he didn't.

She nodded.

"Sigh, it's really hard to ask for leave for this, and it's good that you did." Hua Chang handed Zheng Nanle a handwritten copy and asked, "Your older cousin is in jail, do you want to go see him?"

Zheng Nanle shook his head.

What's so interesting about reaping what you sow?

She thought that if she loosened the rope, Zheng Dahu would fight Zhang the butcher like dogs and tear off a few pieces of Zhang's flesh. But she ended up being dominated by Zhang the whole time. What a useless piece of trash.

The police officer who returned with the handwritten copy was fine. He reported directly to Xie Jianhua. It was only then that Zheng Nanle learned that Xie Jianhua had never given up on the human trafficking case. Although the case was closed on the surface, he was still investigating it secretly.

Zheng Nanle shifted his attention away from the policeman and began to observe who in the bureau was interested in the handwritten copy, eventually focusing on one person.

He's someone I know.

The police officers who went to that valley with Brother Huachang to move treasures before.

The police officer who experienced the humiliation of farting and the pain of being shoved in the waist with Brother Huachang, Chen Pei.

There are subtle differences between natural and unnatural, intentional and unintentional, which can be clearly seen under the detection of spiritual power.

Just as they found a suspect on one side, Young Master Zhang was about to make another move on the other side. Zheng Nanle returned to the station to see what kind of goods Young Master Zhang was talking about.

Within two days, a policeman rushed into the station, shouting, "Brothers, we've made a big discovery!"

Zheng Nanle recognized the person as a colleague who had gone on fieldwork with Shen Pei.

"When Brother Shen and I were mediating a conflict between fishmongers, we noticed something strange about one of the boats. Do you know what we found?" the colleague said mysteriously.

"What did you find? Don't keep me in suspense."

"Such a large commotion, have we run into bandits?"

The colleague told them not to ask any more questions, to just grab their weapons and follow him. The police officers in the bureau even picked up the bureau's not-so-wealthy wooden guns, got on their limited bicycles, and followed him off.

Judging from this situation, there's probably a big case going on.

Upon arriving at the dock, they met up with Shen Gong'an. Shen pointed to the ship ahead and said, "This ship is carrying breeding pigs and piglets from the farm to the neighboring city. But I noticed that something was wrong with the piglets in the cages. I went in to take a look and found that they were babies."

The police rushed in, took control of the boatman, the manager, and the technician, and found a child dressed as a piglet, covered with a black cloth, in the innermost small cage.

Most of these children are between seven and ten years old, and they are already aware of things.

Through questioning, it was found that most of these children, who were three or four years old when they were abducted, knew about their families, but the information was rather vague. For example, they only knew their parents' names and their surroundings.

When asked where they lived after being abducted, their descriptions were quite consistent: they said it was in a valley where someone taught them knowledge every day, and those who failed to meet the goals would be eliminated.

They were all eliminated.

As for the staff at the farm, no suspicious things were found during the interrogation. They were also shocked that the children were found on the boat.

They then focused their attention on the porters. Several of them were temporary workers, and when they investigated, they had vanished without a trace. Moreover, their information was all fabricated.

Xie Jianhua stared at the list with his parents' names on it, remaining silent.

Zheng Nanle asked curiously, "Is there something wrong with this list?"

Xie Jianhua glanced at Zheng Nanle and said, "Of course there's a problem. No one would deliberately teach a child their parents' names; family members usually call them by their nicknames."

Like Xie Jianhua, until he started school, he thought his father's name was Xie Tietou.

"A constant state of high pressure can numb the mind, with all attention focused on the learning progress, fearing being left behind, and memories of the past will gradually become blurred. Of course, there are some naturally gifted individuals who can remember, but these kids all remembered them."

There is only one possibility.

“Someone told them,” Zheng Nanle added with a smile.

These children were specially delivered by Zhang Datang. Surely they weren't actually doing a good deed to boost his sales performance?

There's something wrong with these kids.

Now that Xie Jianhua had realized something was wrong, Zheng Nanle stopped trying to subtly probe.

Xie Jianhua pointed with his finger and then said, "These people are actually people I know. Their families may not be high-ranking officials, but they are considered minor leaders."

There are also a few families who, although they are working-class families, have parents and grandparents who have worked in the same factory their whole lives, and their ancestors all have connections.

Zheng Nanle recalled the spy dramas he had watched, the ones where the protagonist recognized his enemy as his father, and gasped, "The child is brainwashed from a young age, becoming a spy in the high-level circle, forming a terrifying network of relationships, like that so-and-so plan."

They cultivate beautiful women to infiltrate the private quarters of high-ranking officials, and launch a top-down invasion and usurpation of power.

She was being narrow-minded, thinking that human traffickers steal children to sell them or sell their organs.

Novels have misled me.

“I’ll report it,” Zheng Nanle said. She didn’t dare to investigate alone anymore. How far could she possibly go in investigating this kind of thing by herself? How much time would it take?

Of course, we should mobilize all available resources, start the state apparatus, and swiftly and decisively uncover the truth.

She pinned all the blame for the problems she found with Zhang Datang and Shen Pei on Zhang the Butcher. After all, that cowardly Zhang the Butcher was a ruthless womanizer in life, but in his dreams he was a cowardly coward who was terrified, and he was already on his deathbed.

Well, it's a good opportunity to take advantage of his shock and make him confess all his bad deeds, so he can make the most of his last bit of energy.

"Are you sure?" Xie Jianhua looked up at Zheng Nanle, his eyes sharp.

"I'm sure," Zheng Nanle said, raising his hand to swear.

"Okay." Xie Jianhua nodded. "Come to my house for dinner tonight, Da Ya misses you a lot."

"OK."

Zheng Nanle felt completely relaxed after handing over the task.

She went outside, told Hua Chang, and then left the station, intending to eavesdrop on what happened next at Zhang Da's place.

She hadn't gone far from the station when she noticed someone following her, neither too close nor too far.

She released her mental energy and discovered that the person following her was a young man with sharp eyes and an upright posture. His posture and aura clearly indicated that he came from the military.

Zheng Nanle frowned.

Did the information leak and infiltrate the military?