"It's a serious situation." Song Qingyun said.
"Comrade Song, please sit down."
There was not only him in Shen Weidong’s office, but also two other old policemen.
They seemed to have just had a meeting, and everyone looked a little solemn.
Song Qingyun sat on the chair, waiting for Shen Weidong to say what to do next.
Shen Weidong didn't waste any time and said directly, "Comrade Song, this is what happened. Based on the confessions of these traffickers and their daily movements, we found the abducted children."
"But those children said that several other abducted lesbians were taken away earlier. They were taken away by a middle-aged woman. The children all described what this woman looked like."
"But they said the differences were too great, so I was thinking, since you're a great artist, could you help draw the people the children described?"
"Of course I know this is difficult, but I just ask you to give it a try. Don't feel pressured. If it works, it works. If it doesn't, that's fine too. We will also look for the whereabouts of the human traffickers from other directions." Shen Weidong said.
Song Qingyun nodded.
Song Qingyun might not be able to draw other pictures, but he remembered every single person in that group of human traffickers clearly.
Including their tiny features.
"Okay, let me try. I'll go chat with the kids first." Song Qingyun said.
"Okay." Shen Weidong responded and called a female police officer in.
The female police officer took Song Qingyun to the meeting room where the children were temporarily housed.
There were five or six children in the conference room, all of them pale and thin, with frightened eyes.
After experiencing such a big change, the children were nervous and their voices were trembling.
Fortunately, with the comfort of female police officers and comrades from the Women's Federation, their emotions were basically stable.
Song Qingyun greeted everyone when he entered the room, and the female police officer introduced Song Qingyun to everyone.
"This is an aunt who can draw. You can describe the bad guy to me and see if I can draw it."
The children looked at each other, and finally the oldest mustered up the courage to speak.
"She has slanted eyes, which makes her look fierce. Her hair is white, and when she speaks, she's like a monster!"
The other children also started to speak in agreement.
"She has a terrible voice."
"And she likes to hit people with her left hand."
"Her left little finger is broken."
"She also likes to look at people sideways."
Everyone was talking at once.
Song Qingyun quickly sorted out this information in his mind and compared it with a face in his memory!
"Wait a minute, I'll be there soon." Song Qingyun said as he stood up.
The female police officer listened for a long time. Apart from the fact that a finger was broken, which was a useful clue, she didn't think the rest was useful at all.
Seeing Song Qingyun stand up, the female police officer stood up immediately.
"Please sit down for a while. Someone will come and bring you food. Don't worry. We will find a way to contact your parents."
The female police officer said a few words to comfort him and went out with Song Qingyun.
"Could you please get me some paper and pen?"
"Everything is ready." The female police officer said hurriedly.
The female police officer took Song Qingyun to her office, where paper, pencils and erasers were already laid out on the desk.
Song Qingyun picked up the pen, looked at the paper and thought for a while, then started writing.
Soon, a middle-aged woman with a hunched body and a broken finger on her left hand appeared on the drawing paper. She was not ugly, but had a fierce look upon closer inspection.
The female police officer was stunned for a moment.
"This is so vivid! Is this the person the kids were talking about?"
"Take it and show it to the children, and you'll know." Song Qingyun said, "But don't let the children see it together. Separate them first. I suspect there are accomplices of human traffickers among them."
Song Qingyun had read a lot of news in her previous life and knew that some children helped their parents kidnap other children. She felt that the expression of one of the children was not right just now.
But it's not entirely certain.
If the child deliberately acts badly or makes a mistake during the recognition process, his identity can be confirmed.
Perhaps interrogating the child alone at that time would yield more clues.
The female police officer immediately understood what Song Qingyun meant.
"You mean, among these children there are..."
Song Qingyun nodded.
"There is a boy wearing a gray coat, not very tall, with a scar on his head. I think he is quite suspicious. I will draw another portrait and show the two portraits to the children during the interrogation." Song Qingyun said.
"Comrade Song, you are so awesome!" The female police officer gave Song Qingyun a thumbs up.
"I'll go arrange them first, you draw first."
"good."
The female police officer immediately reported the situation to Shen Weidong.
Shen Weidong nodded immediately, vacated a few more offices, and placed the children in different offices.
On Song Qingyun's side, the second painting was also completed.
The female police officer took the portrait and questioned them one by one. When the children saw the vivid portrait, they were frightened and trembled, and pointed out the person without hesitation.
When it came to the child in the gray coat, the female police officer first took out the second portrait painted by Song Qingyun.
Although the little finger on the hand was also broken, the facial features were painted very differently from the other one.
The child looked at the portrait for a long time and finally nodded.
"It's her, it's her, the painting is so lifelike!"
The female police officer said nothing, nodded to the child, and went out to report. After it was confirmed that the child was an accomplice of the human traffickers, he was detained in solitary confinement for interrogation.
Song Qingyun does not need to participate in subsequent matters.
Shen Weidong came over in person to see Song Qingyun out.
"Comrade Song, thank you so much. Without you, this case wouldn't have progressed so smoothly."
"Ju Shen, you're too polite. It's what I should do."
Song Qingyun smiled.
Li Zhao was next to her, and although he didn’t know what Song Qingyun had done, looking at Shen Weidong’s expression, he knew that his godmother must have done something particularly remarkable.
Li Zhao puffed out his chest, feeling proud of it.
“I’ll have someone drive you back. If you need help in the future, I’ll ask for it.” Shen Weidong said with a smile.
Song Qingyun nodded and said, "Let's go."
"good."
It was already past six o'clock and dark when Song Qingyun and Li Zhao got home.
Xia Weian took the children to have dinner, but everyone was worried about Song Qingyun's situation, so they didn't eat much.
It was not until Song Qingyun came in that everyone felt completely relieved.
"Mom, you're back."
"Mom, what have you been doing?"
"What does Uncle Shen want you to do for me?"
Everyone asked enthusiastically.
Song Qingyun smiled and rubbed the children's heads, "You can't say."
The children all sighed in disappointment. They also wanted to know about the arrest of the traffickers...
As a result, I actually told them that they couldn’t tell me. It was just too torturous!
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