As Li Dafu smoked his cigarette, he overheard President Xu inquiring about Fan Xiaofan's background and realized that President Xu had taken a liking to Fan Xiaofan's abilities.
“Xiao Fan isn’t from our village. She came a few days ago, dressed in tattered and dirty clothes. I did ask her about her identity, but she doesn’t remember.”
President Xu opened his mouth in surprise: "I have heard of such things before. It seems that some people lose their memory after experiencing some major trauma."
His brows furrowed, and his expression became more troubled: "If that's the case, and we can't confirm their identities, this matter will be difficult to handle. We still need to wait for instructions from above."
President Xu left with a thoughtful expression, while Hu Teng looked excited as he held the blueprints.
Li Dafu stopped Fan Xiaofan, who was about to take Fu Weidong back, and asked, "Xiaofan, do you really not remember the past?"
The mechanical voice of Little Lemon rang in Fan Xiaofan's mind: "Host, I'm reminding you that in this era, identity is a very important thing, and you also need to deal with the reason why they want you to die, otherwise there is a risk of being wiped out."
Fan Xiaofan frowned. She felt that the identity that Xiao Ningmeng had created for her was extremely troublesome, and she had no interest in getting entangled with such a family.
Now it seems we have no choice but to get involved.
She was really impatient with dealing with these kinds of interpersonal relationships.
Wouldn't it be better to spend that time on research?
She looked at Li Dafu and shook her head slightly: "I still can't quite remember. I vaguely recall some scenes, like there's a place called Shuncheng."
Li Dafu's eyes lit up. If there was a place, that would make things easier. Following the clues, they could find out the truth. If the boss worked with the local police, they might be able to find it.
We can't let Xiao Fan be buried by these unimportant reasons.
When President Xu heard the clues provided by Li Dafu, he learned that Shuncheng was right next to their county, making it easy to inquire. He immediately contacted the Shuncheng Public Security Bureau and sent them photos of Fan Xiaofan.
Over there, the Zhou family lost Fan Xiaofan, who was a freeloader. They originally planned to hold a funeral and ask Zhou Xuehua for some money, but who knew that Zhou Xuehua would not send a single penny.
People inquired in the small county town, and village chiefs from nearby villages came to identify her. Soon, the village chief of Zhoujia Village saw Fan Xiaofan's photo and muttered, "Hey, isn't this the Zhou family's granddaughter?"
He shook his head again: "But it doesn't seem like her. That girl was much thinner. I must have mistaken her for someone else. The Zhou family was just talking about holding a funeral for their granddaughter a while ago..."
"At the time, I was thinking, people are starving, who has time for such ostentation? Most people just roll up a tattered mat and bury it on the back mountain. I never saw that girl again. I figured I should bury her quietly. The Zhou family probably didn't want to make a fuss."
After listening to Village Chief Zhou's words, the police felt something was amiss: "The Zhou family said the child was dead, but you saw the body?"
Village Chief Zhou hurriedly shook his head and said, "No way! My wife was even talking about it at the time, wondering why we didn't let anyone give her a gift. But thinking about it, it makes sense. She's a little girl who isn't even an adult yet, and she's not really one of our villagers. Some people are so particular that they don't want anyone to give her a gift."
His gaze fell on the photo in front of him again, and the more he looked at it, the stranger it seemed. Apart from being a little chubby, the girl in the photo looked exactly like the little girl from the Fan family in his memory.
He couldn't help but mutter to himself, "This is truly unbelievable!" He cautiously inquired, "And who is this little girl?"
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