Chapter 192 The Child Disappeared That Day
"Really?" Shang Zhen suddenly lost his temper.
"Really? This camera is worth at least four digits nowadays." Ye Xiaomei held up four fingers.
Shang Zhen was so scared that he threw the camera on the bed. He immediately felt like he was on the verge of a hot potato, and there was a strong sense of fear in his eyes:
"What should I do? I didn't know it was so expensive. It was the kid who told me it was called Point-and-shoot Camera..."
"Think about it, did the child tell you where he lives or which school he goes to?" Ye Xiaomei asked.
Shang Zhen tried to recall and shook his head: "I don't know. There were so many people who wanted to see the plane at that time that I didn't have time to ask in detail. What do you think I should do?"
Ye Xiaomei felt overwhelmed when she saw Shang Zhen, but she couldn't blame her. At that time, the junior high school knowledge was not enough to get in touch with the law.
This era? Ye Xiaomei suddenly realized why she used this word.
"Give it to me!" Ye Xiaomei didn't have time to think about it. She took the camera and turned it on. This kind of camera will automatically display the number of films left in the window. It seems that she really used it:
"There are five more films in here, which means that more than ten have been used. Take them to the police station tomorrow and explain the situation clearly. Maybe these negatives can be developed by the Public Security Bureau and lead to clues about the child."
"Is it okay?" Shang Zhen was a little doubtful because of this fear.
"In theory, this is the biggest clue. If they have a camera, their family must be well off. They would have taken photos of their children when they traveled. If even one photo of a child was developed, it would be much easier to find."
Shang Zhen felt that what Ye Xiaomei said made sense, so he asked for leave and went to the police station early the next morning.
The airdrop plane was still located in the middle of the playground, but after so many days, fewer and fewer people gathered to watch, and it gradually became commonplace.
Shang Zhen didn't come back until after school in the afternoon and said she was waiting for the film. The police officer gave her one.
Ye Xiaomei also saw the photo. It was of a chubby little boy with big, bright eyes and a playful little black mole on the tip of his nose.
"We are just students and we don't have much time. It would be complicated to find someone. You should not do such things in the future." Ye Xiaomei stuffed the photo under the pillow and decided to wait for the news from the police station.
"We can't set up the stall today." Shang Zhen suddenly changed the subject.
It's over. She was so money-minded that she said, "Let's not do it for a few days." The reason was that it was obvious that her man was not happy about her selling dumplings, so she would wait until he returned to the team.
Although I am reluctant.
But Yip Hsiao-Mei has a big plan: "And I plan to rent a storefront to sell dumplings."
"Ah? Do we have money? The shop doesn't pay monthly. You either pay five and get two less, or you pay six and get three less."
"I know. I actually told you this just to get your advice. Which one should we choose? The storefront diagonally opposite the school is also for sale. There are also quite a few for sale at the night market, but it's a little far from the school." Ye Xiaomei had observed it and just had to ask about the price.
Shang Zhen looked at Ye Xiaomei for a while and said, "My good man, you are rich, right? You look so calm, so you must be rich."
"Of course." Ye Xiaomei felt sweet in her heart. She must have saved all mankind in her previous life, so she met such a good man.
Just when Ye Xiaomei was infatuated with love, the phone in the dormitory rang.
Shang Zhen quickly pressed the speakerphone button to answer the call.
"Who?"
"Police station, are you Comrade Shang Zhen? It was you who came to report the case this morning, right?"
"What do you mean by turning yourself in? That's called looking for the owner." Shang Zhen became unhappy when he heard this.
"Come to the police station right now. The child who gave you the camera is missing."
Ye Xiaomei's head buzzed. Wouldn't this be a big deal?
Seeing that Shang Zhen was too frightened to speak, Ye Xiaomei said, "Okay, we'll be there in half an hour."
After hanging up the phone, the two looked at each other without blinking. Finally, Ye Xiaomei spoke first:
"What's going on?"
"I don't know, my god!" Shang Zhen paced back and forth in the dormitory, sometimes pinching her hedgehog hair hard, sometimes putting her hands on her waist and touching her chin, looking puzzled.
"Then go first and talk about it later."
In the taxi, neither of them said a word, and their hearts were heavy.
When we arrived at the police station, the person who came to greet us was not Zhang Sanmao. It was said that Zhang Sanmao was out on a mission.
The news we received was that the child went missing yesterday evening, and the parents did not report the case at the time, thinking that the child was just playing around or had gone to a classmate's house, so the parents only reported the case after the child really left this evening.
It is understood that many people saw the child at the last place he appeared, which was at the gate of the No. 1 Middle School in the city.
In other words, Shang Zhen was also one of the last people to see the child.
"It's none of my business. I just thought the kid wanted to see the airplanes, and he said he had no money, so I gave him the camera..."
The police officer immediately interrupted Shang Zhen and placed a few photos on the table in front of the two of them:
"We have checked that you have not left school in the past few days. I asked you to come here to see if you know this person."
Ye Xiaomei and the monk both stretched their heads to look.
The photos developed from point-and-shoot camera film all have dates on them. This one was probably taken the day before yesterday. The background is a park. The chubby little boy is holding a slingshot in one hand and making a scissors gesture with the other hand.
Behind him was a man wearing a blue electrician's uniform and a hat. One could vaguely see that he had a genuine square face with prominent gums.
This is the man the police were referring to.
Moreover, Ye Xiaomei understood the time of tears very well, just like a point-and-shoot camera. This kind of film would leave the time in the upper left corner, accurate to the second.
She found that the person was in the same photo frame in different locations in the photos taken on the same day. Strictly speaking, he was being watched for two days.
That is to say, the little boy was watched all day when he went out to play on Saturday the day before yesterday. When he was visiting the plane yesterday Sunday, the murderer took the opportunity to take him away.
"If you look closely, it's possible that this person was carrying a weapon, or that he was connected to a recent kidnapping case."
"I don't know him." Shang Zhen shook his head quickly.
"What about you?" The police looked at Ye Xiaomei.
"I haven't seen it either. I don't have any impression of it at all." Ye Xiaomei also shook her head. In fact, she felt that she had an impression of it, but she was not sure where she had seen it.
In addition, her body has been undergoing internal changes recently, and she herself can't tell the difference between truth and falsehood, so she can't say such things carelessly.
It was already half past eight when I returned to the dormitory, luckily the dormitory didn't close until nine o'clock.
As the dormitory door was closed, the two felt the atmosphere was a bit depressing.
"Xiao Mei, do you think this is weird? I just can't figure it out no matter how hard I try." Shang Zhen looked worried:
"At first I asked the little boy, 'You have to give me a dollar, without which you cannot enter.' He said, 'I don't have any money, right?' I said, 'Then where are your parents? They must have a dollar, right?' Then the little boy didn't say anything and just gave me the camera. What's going on?"
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