"Grandpa, please help me find a piece of clothing Xiaoyu wore. I'll prepare it and tell you later." Seeing Xiaoyu's confidence, Zhou Yuanyuan had no choice but to give it a try. Zhao Qingshan, Yu Meiru, and the others were already exhausted because of Zhao Yu's disappearance. If Zhou Yuanyuan didn't give them some hope, they might fall seriously ill tonight.
"Okay." Zhao Qingshan saw that Zhou Yuanyuan spoke in a very confident tone and with a hint of joy on his face, so he quickly ran to Zhao Yu's room to find the clothes he had worn.
Zhou Yuanyuan retreated to a guest room, ready to learn Xiaoyu's "Thousand Mile Tracking Technique." This technique, while simple to say, was not so easy to perform. The crucial step was to draw Zhao Yu's aura from his clothing using Zhou Yuanyuan's spiritual energy. Then, through a spell cast by Zhou Yuanyuan, this aura, along with her own spiritual energy, would be imprinted onto the tracking talisman, effectively making it effective.
Fortunately, Zhou Yuanyuan had a high level of comprehension and mastered the technique after practicing for half an hour.
Xiaoyu had crafted the tracking talisman, but no jade was needed this time. Zhou Yuanyuan saw Xiaoyu carefully folding a piece of smooth white paper into the shape of a white dove. Xiaoyu explained that this wasn't just any white paper, but rather "talisman paper" refined by adding rush. This kind of paper was weatherproof and more than twice as powerful as a tracking talisman made from regular white paper.
When Zhou Yuanyuan mixed Zhao Yu's breath with her spiritual power and cast a spell on the tracking talisman, the white dove moved and flew into the air.
Zhao Qingshan and Zhao Guohui were stunned. Knowing Zhou Yuanyuan's extraordinary methods and having prepared themselves for them, the Zhao trio were still stunned by the flying paper pigeon. It was no wonder. Although Zhao Qingshan's thinking was more conservative than Zhao Guohui and his wife, he was still naturally surprised by such a fantastical thing when he first encountered it.
Zhou Yuanyuan ignored Zhao Qingshan and the others and sat down cross-legged with her eyes closed. The paper pigeon had a bit of her consciousness attached to it. As long as the paper pigeon found Zhao Yu, Zhou Yuanyuan would be able to "see" where Zhao Yu was and what he was doing.
The paper pigeon, carrying the hopes of the Zhao family and Zhou Yuanyuan, flapped its wings and flew into the sky, soon disappearing. Zhao Guohui and his friends didn't dare disturb Zhou Yuanyuan, so they sat there in a daze. Seeing the adults' solemn silence, little Zhao Xia also stayed in Zhao Guohui's arms, playing with her fingers.
The paper pigeon flew all the way to the west of the city and finally arrived at Kyoto International Airport.
With a trace of spiritual consciousness attached to the tracking talisman, Zhou Yuanyuan, who was sitting at home, "saw" Zhao Yu.
In the airport VIP lounge, Zhao Yu's small body was sitting on the sofa, holding a model airplane in her hand and looking at it over and over again, with a bright smile on her face.
Next to Zhao Yu sat an elegant middle-aged handsome man, who looked very relaxed. He held a cup of coffee in his hand, taking a sip from time to time, and watched Zhao Yu tinkering with the airplane model with a doting look.
Zhao Yu's toys at home, aside from his own stuffed tiger, usually fell apart within a week. Little Zhao Yu's hands were incredibly destructive, and he'd tear everything to pieces to see what was inside.
The airplane model Zhao Yu held looked exquisite. Zhou Yuanyuan had seen the same model in a foreign trade store in Kyoto, priced at over three hundred yuan. These days, people's living conditions are much better than they were a few years ago, and most people have only just escaped poverty. Few are willing to spend so much money on a toy for their children. Zhou Yuanyuan noticed that the box containing the small airplane model had a thin layer of dust on it.
Zhou Yuanyuan found it odd to see such an expensive airplane toy in Zhao Yu's hands. As a trafficked child, shouldn't little Zhao Yu be sleeping miserably in a cramped train compartment or next to a pile of straw? He'd changed into a pricey international children's brand outfit, and his expression was bright and cheerful. Someone who didn't know him would have mistaken him for a family outing! Who would have guessed he'd been abducted?
Zhou Yuanyuan couldn't help but wonder, could little Zhao Yu be so charming that the kidnappers who trafficked him would look at him differently?
Zhou Yuanyuan suppressed her curiosity and continued reading.
It must be said that little Zhao Yu's destructive power was as formidable as ever. After turning the small plane over and over in his chubby hands, Zhao Yu's hands began to tinker with the wings, tail, and other prominent parts. The plane model was quite sturdy, and this time, Zhao Yu couldn't disassemble its parts. Unable to disassemble it, Zhao Yu resorted to violent destruction, holding his breath and exerting force on both sides with both hands.
With a thud, the airplane model in Zhao Yu's hand flew out, hitting the elegant man on the head. The man's coffee swayed, spilling a small amount onto his expensive-looking suit.
If possible, Zhou Yuanyuan really wanted to cover her eyes. As a trafficked child, Zhao Yu was probably going to get a slap in the face after all this trouble.
The outcome was beyond Zhou Yuanyuan's expectations. The elegant man put down his coffee, wiped himself with a tissue, and said casually, "You naughty boy."
After saying this, the elegant man bent down to pick up the small airplane on the ground, wiped it clean with the tissue in his hand, and put it back into the hand of Zhao Yu, who was sitting on the sofa and was obviously a little scared.
Seeing the smile on the elegant man's face, Zhao Yu's playful side kicked in. With her short legs, she jumped off the sofa, raised the airplane model in her left hand, and yelled, "Oh! Takeoff! The plane is taking off!"
Zhao Yu was running around with his short legs. A big man in black standing behind the elegant man bent down and tried to grab Zhao Yu.
"Old Hu, forget it! The child likes it, let him play. We will be on the plane for a long time!" The elegant man's voice was a bit magnetic, and like his appearance, it also surprised Zhou Yuanyuan.
However, what shocked Zhou Yuanyuan was the large man called Lao Hu. He had distinct features, a large black mole at the corner of his mouth, and was in his thirties. Didn't Sister Liu say that it was this middle-aged man who had made her do such a bad thing?
Never mind, let’s call the police and stop the little kid first. If the little guy is taken to the airport and taken out of the country, it will be a big trouble.
"Uncle and aunt, let's go to the airport quickly. Grandpa, call the Gongqiao Public Security Bureau immediately and tell them that they have found Xiaoyu's whereabouts at the international airport. They suspect that human traffickers are trying to escape the country. Ask them to take people there to arrest her immediately." Zhou Yuanyuan opened her eyes and gave a quick order.
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