(five)
While Zhou Ziqiu and Fatty were searching for Wen Su in the bar, Wen Su stood up and greeted the Thai man in front of him with a smile.
"I heard you want my brat?"
After taking a puff of his cigar, La asked.
“Of course, it depends on what kind of person you are,” Wen Su said with a smile.
“I can have anything you want, the question is whether you have enough money,” La replied arrogantly.
Wen Su took out a bank card from his pocket and threw it on the table in front of the two of them: "Five million RMB and twenty-seven million Thai Baht, is that enough?"
La immediately picked up the bank card from the table and gestured for the woman to check. When she received confirmation that there was indeed 5 million, La smiled and said, "Of course that's enough. Come with me."
Wen Su nodded and followed, taking out his phone and setting up his location.
This is a feature of the latest mobile phone model. Phones of the same brand can locate each other as long as they have been linked in advance, and he and Zhou Ziqiu had been linked in advance.
On the other side, Zhou Ziqiu felt his phone vibrate, immediately took it out to check, then grabbed Fatty and quickly walked out of Cowboy Street, while Fatty contacted Cui Yongle and the others.
Upon receiving the news, Cui Yongle immediately contacted the police officers waiting near Cowboy Street, and together with Fatty and Zhou Ziqiu, tracked down the vehicle where Wen Su was. In the car, Zhou Ziqiu even changed out of his clothes, as he simply couldn't wear them anymore.
Before getting into the car, Wen Su's eyes were blindfolded, so he could only feel the car constantly turning corners. Twenty minutes later, he was pulled off the car and led to a single-story villa. After the blindfold was removed, Wen Su raised an eyebrow as he looked at the jars and gilded corpses in the room.
"So, which one do you prefer?"
La leaned against the door and asked smugly. This was his way of making a fortune. He made his living with this skill, and he was confident that his son was the best he had ever raised.
"let me see."
La was not surprised to hear Wen Su say that. He had heard the woman talk about Wen Su swallowing fire, and he seemed to be a knowledgeable person. There was mutual respect among people in the same profession.
Wen Su walked around the room, and after getting a general idea of La's strength, he walked up to La and said with a regretful expression, "There's nothing I like."
"What?" Hearing someone question him, La was furious and reached out to grab Wen Su's collar, but he was neither as tall nor as strong as Wen Su, and Wen Su simply pinned him to the ground.
"You think you can make a living with such little skill? You might as well go home and start over." Wen Su said calmly, grabbing La's hand with one hand. La cried out in pain, but then he dared not cry out anymore because he saw the dagger that Wen Su had placed in front of him.
It's said that people in the same profession know each other best. Just by looking at this dagger, you can tell it's been through blood. He's always the one killing others; he's never been the one being killed. He immediately cowered in fear.
Wen Su scoffed and sheathed the dagger: "Coward."
A moment later, Zhou Ziqiu arrived with police officers, who immediately arrested La and took photos of evidence at the scene.
Wen Su, who had been flirting with women without batting an eye just moments before, now seemed somewhat flustered. He stopped helping the police officers move evidence and quietly moved closer to Zhou Ziqiu, who was taking photos. His voice was still tinged with the effects of alcohol as he spoke: "Little beauty..."
Zhou Ziqiu stopped what he was doing and looked at Wen Su. His eyes were clear and he didn't seem angry. Wen Su felt a little relieved: "I was just acting. I had no choice. Don't be angry with me."
"I'm not angry." At first, he was indeed a little angry at Wen Su's lack of self-respect and disregard for the mission, but now that he knew he did it for the mission, he even admired his spirit of sacrificing himself for the mission. However, there was still something he was curious about, "When did you get your ears pierced?"
Wen Su exclaimed "Ah," touched his earlobe, and smiled: "I used to hit him. You can tell I was a bad boy back then. But I learned my limits and never did anything stupid again."
Zhou Ziqiu nodded knowingly and continued filming. Wen Su also breathed a sigh of relief and went back to moving the cans.
During the subsequent interrogation of La, the police used a few tricks to get La to confess.
La and Sun Jiao knew each other while they were dealing in ghost children. La also knew about the Sun family's affairs. Sun Jiao was the one who introduced them to Sun Yang. Simply put, Sun Jiao wanted to take revenge on Zhou Ziqiu and Wen Su and wanted Sun Yang to help him refine his corpse. Sun Yang wanted to help the Sun family escape punishment and wanted to find someone to smuggle them out of the country. La wanted the ghost children, so the three of them hit it off.
"La also revealed Sun Yang's hiding place. The police have already arrested him and will be directly deported back to China. La will also be extradited back to China for trial. This case is significant, and the trial should begin soon," Cui Yongle summarized, flipping through the report. He then looked at Wen Su, praising Wen Su's dedication to the mission, and returned the bank card containing five million to Wen Su. "Okay, then our last mission is to escort those children who died unjustly back to China."
The police have recovered the bodies of the children who died unjustly and placed them in coffins. Whether they will be given a proper rite of passage in Thailand or sent back to China for a later rite depends on the Chinese side's attitude, but the Chinese side will definitely allow them to return to their homeland.
The day after Sun Yang was arrested, the Qingdeng group returned to Guanxing, China from Thailand without staying a day longer. After all, no matter how good Thailand was, it couldn't compare to the sense of security they felt in their own country, and hearing the familiar Chinese around them felt comforting.
Let's go.
Because of the seriousness of the case, the Chinese side attached great importance to it and even sent a special plane to bring the children back to China. The news media also rushed to report on this case that shocked the whole country. Of course, the truth could not be written down, and the special nature of the special investigation team also meant that Qingdeng's name could not be mentioned in the newspapers, but as long as the ending was good, that was enough.
In the evening, the body was handed over and a memorial service was held.
The parents of every child came. They were heartbroken when they received the police notification, and now seeing their children, whose bodies were nowhere to be found, they were even more grief-stricken. They all hugged the jar that belonged to their child and wept bitterly.
Today, all the police officers involved in the case are here. This is a tragedy, a tragedy that could have been avoided.
A sense of grief spread among everyone. Some police officers who already had children could even feel the heartbreak of these parents and secretly wiped away their tears as well. The five officers of Qingdeng also silently changed into their police uniforms and stood in the crowd.
But Zhou Ziqiu saw the parents of the child whose soul had already been scattered.
He could understand the pain of parents losing their children, but he didn't want them to dwell on it. In his view, the separation was only in this life, and their children might meet them again in the next life. But for those parents, it was the separation from their children that was truly happening.
So Zhou Ziqiu bowed to the parents.
A few seconds later, the other officers also saluted in unison, some with trembling hands and others with red eyes.
Even with the deepest reluctance, the moment of parting always arrives. The parents, their bodies trembling, placed the jars containing the last part of their child's body together, waiting for the Buddhist monk to come and perform a ritual to guide them to the afterlife.
A head suddenly popped out of the jar; it was a stone.
He stumbled and clung to his parents' legs, but they didn't notice at all, their eyes fixed on the jar. Stone then turned his gaze to Zhou Ziqiu and stumbled towards him, bumping into him.
Zhou Ziqiu stood at the door, with only Wen Su beside him, so no one else saw this strange scene except for Wen Su.
He crouched down and picked up the stone, which happily called out to him, "Big brother!"
"Hmm, what's wrong?" Zhou Ziqiu reached out and touched the child's head. He liked the child very much. Shi Tou's parents had raised the child very well.
“I want to see my mom and dad, but they can’t see me. Can you help me?” Stone asked.
This was naturally not a difficult task. Zhou Ziqiu glanced at Wen Su, who understood and called Shi Tou's parents out and brought them to the next room.
"What's wrong?" The parents were young and seemed not to understand why the policeman had called them out alone.
Wen Su didn't answer. Instead, he stuck a talisman on their faces and then removed it a moment later. Just as Stone's father was about to ask Wen Su what he was doing, Stone's mother screamed and knelt down on the ground, tears streaming down her face. Stone's father looked down and froze, as if struck by lightning.
"Stone!!"
Zhou Ziqiu did not enter the room, fearing that it would remind him of some unpleasant memories from the past. He only let Wen Su stay in the room with his parents until he saw that the monks sent by Qingdeng had arrived. Then he knocked on the door to indicate that it was time for them to come.
Wen Su heard the knocking and interrupted the parents who were crying while holding the stone: "Sorry, it's almost time for the talisman."
The parents were unwilling to let go of their child who could move again. Stone's father stood up and tried to get Wen Su to discuss whether they could stick the sticker on again.
Applying it again is of course impossible, as it would put a strain on the body.
Just as Wen Su was about to refuse expressionlessly, Shi Tou tugged at his father's sleeve and said something that brought tears to the parents' eyes again.
"Mom and Dad, maybe I'll come back to you."
When Wen Su heard Zhou Ziqiu knock on the door again, he knew that the ceremony was about to begin. He informed the parents once more. The parents did not want to see their child disappear from their sight again, so they asked Wen Su to take Shi Tou away first. Wen Su looked at Shi Tou, wondering how he could get him out. To Wen Su's surprise, Shi Tou reached out his hand to Wen Su, wanting him to pick him up. Wen Su then went forward and picked Shi Tou up.
Shi Tou had a purpose in wanting Wen Su to hug him. He leaned close to Wen Su's ear and whispered something.
......
Amidst the soft chanting of sutras, parents tearfully bid farewell to their children on their final journey.
As Zhou Ziqiu looked at the stone in the center of the jar that was waving goodbye to him and gradually dissipating, he felt a tightness in his chest. When the underworld messengers arrived beside him, he gave them some instructions.
Wen Su's gaze did not look anywhere; his eyelids were lowered, and he seemed to be lost in thought.
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