Bai Qianmo remained silent, her calm eyes revealing a coldness, her pupils gradually turning blood red, and a chill emanated from her body.
The tattooed man, having subdued Chen Xiang, grinned smugly at Bai Qianmo: "Little bitch, if you know what's good for you, you'd better come with me. Otherwise, today is your death day."
Bai Qianmo's cold gaze fell on the tattooed man's face. When her gaze fell on the large patches of blood on his face, a strange feeling surged through her body.
A dryness rose in her throat, and suddenly the blood seemed like the most delicious drink, tempting her to taste it.
Bai Qianmo shook her head violently, trying to suppress the strange and eerie feeling deep inside her.
After calming down, he moved quickly, his figure flashing forward like a ghost.
By the time the tattooed man realized what was happening, Bai Qianmo was already in front of him. Suddenly, her wrist went numb, and her hand went empty. In the blink of an eye, the gun was in his hand.
After Bai Qianmo got the gun, she pointed it at the tattooed man and said in a cold voice, "Who did you just say was about to die?"
The tattooed man's arrogance vanished instantly, and he trembled uncontrollably: "It was me... I was ignorant and offended you, my lady. Please spare my life."
Bai Qianmo sneered and gently pulled the trigger with her index finger. The tattooed man's eyes widened in terror as he stared at Bai Qianmo's slender hand holding the gun: "Grandma, spare me! Grandma, spare me!"
"Coward!" Chen Xiang scoffed disdainfully.
"Your grandpa wasn't scared into looking like this just now, you little brat. You think you have the guts to come out and play kidnapping?"
"I won't do it again, I really won't do it again!" the tattooed man said, his voice trembling with tears.
Bai Qianmo deftly put away her gun and coldly said to the tattooed man, "Take your men and get out of here right now!"
"Yes, yes, yes, we'll leave right away, we'll leave right away!"
The tattooed man cautiously took a few steps back, and once he was sure Bai Qianmo was really willing to release the person, he immediately called to his men, who scrambled and ran towards their car.
The child who was left behind was held in Chen Xiang's arms. Bai Qianmo saw that the child's brows were still furrowed even in his unconscious state. Although he couldn't open his eyes, he should be conscious and know that he was in danger.
"Boss, what should we do with this child?"
Jiang Hai, clutching his swollen face, limped over and said, "This child seems to have gotten separated from his family. You should call the police."
After leaving those words, Jiang Hai turned and staggered away.
"Jiang Hai, it seems you've forgotten your appointment."
Jiang Hai froze, turned his back to Bai Qianmo for three seconds, and then slowly turned around.
"Who are you?"
"The screenwriter of 'Seven Deadly Sins'".
"you?"
Jiang Hai frowned deeply, unable to believe that the screenwriter of this script was a young girl.
The script involves seven murder cases, each of which is extremely bizarre and has a plot that is beyond the comprehension of normal people. Such a script requires the creator to have very rich experience and professional case-solving knowledge.
Judging from the script, the screenwriter is very precise in describing the details of the crime and the psychology of the criminal. The overall control is grand and magnificent, as if she witnessed it all herself.
That's why, after seeing the script, he was eager to meet the screenwriter.
Firstly, he was very interested in the screenwriter. He had judged in his mind that the screenwriter had probably spent some time in the special task force, or even had been a police officer. Otherwise, how could he describe the details of the crime and the methods of investigation in such detail?
Secondly, by meeting the screenwriter, he could gain a more personal understanding of the soul of the drama.
To create a successful film, the plot is paramount, and if you have a good script, the screenwriter's understanding of the work becomes especially important.
But the girl in front of me is only in her early twenties. How could someone that age have such rich experience and professional knowledge?
"You didn't steal this script, did you?"
Chen Xiang said unhappily, "How can you talk like that? Since my boss said that she wrote the script, then she must have written it. Besides, the script is going to be made into a TV series and shown to the whole society. Who would dare to blatantly plagiarize someone else's script? That would not only be illegal, but would also leave a bad name for generations to come."
Jiang Hai remained silent, staring intently at Bai Qianmo, waiting for her to speak.
"I wrote the script, and there won't be any copyright issues later on."
Seeing that Bai Qianmo was poised and composed, without the slightest sign of panic, Jiang Hai's doubts gradually dissipated.
He trusted his intuition; although the girl was young, her gaze was very determined.
When she said in person that she wrote the script, her eyes were very calm, showing no sign of lying.
"Alright, I have a few questions I'd like to ask you about the script."
Bai Qianmo knew that Jiang Hai was testing her, but she wasn't angry. She calmly looked at the child in Chen Xiang's arms.
"Right now, it's more important to report the incident to the police and help the child find his/her family. As for our cooperation, we can discuss that later."
Jiang Hai nodded in agreement, then couldn't help but secretly glance at Bai Qianmo.
Although I was beaten so badly that I was seeing stars and feeling dizzy, I also witnessed the amazing scene of this little girl taking on eight big men single-handedly. Although the little girl is not very old, her aura and skills are clearly not those of an ordinary person.
*
After the call was made, the police arrived quickly.
"Officer, this child came to the store early this morning. He sat quietly by the window, ordered a fried chicken, and stayed there the whole time. Our staff went up to ask his parents, but he didn't say a word. We all suspect he might be deaf and mute," the fried chicken store manager explained in detail.
The lead police officer glanced at the child, then asked his subordinate, "Have any children been reported missing in our area today?"
"Not at the moment."
"Then let's take the child back to the police station first. Once the parents realize their child is missing, they will definitely call the police immediately."
Holding the child, Bai Qianmo slowly said, "There is another possibility: this child is not from this area. His parents or family may have already reported it to the police in another district."
The captain nodded in agreement and said to his subordinate, "Contact other police stations in other areas as soon as possible to see if there are any missing children who match this child's description."
"yes!"
The child nestled in Bai Qianmo's arms, and in his sleep, he smelled a faint fragrance. He liked the scent very much.
The little boy buried his face in Bai Qianmo's arms, one little hand clutching Bai Qianmo's clothes. The policewoman came forward to take the child away, but the child held on tightly to Bai Qianmo's clothes and refused to let go.
Bai Qianmo stared blankly at the child's tightly clenched little fist, and a warmth inexplicably warmed her heart.
The policewoman smiled helplessly at Bai Qianmo: "Why don't you come with us?"
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