But no matter how heavy the responsibility, I should bring Xiao Anman back safely, just as I promised.
With that thought, the long-legged boy turned around, picked up an umbrella, and left home again.
The servants in the house all know that the eldest young master has been so busy searching for a child that he hasn't even had time to eat. The younger young master is also worried about his friend every day, but they don't know when they will be able to find the child.
I heard she comes from a very wealthy family. She's young and beautiful, and I wonder how much suffering she'll have to endure outside after being kidnapped by bad guys.
The servants stood at the window, watching Zhong Jiarui's reliable back disappear back into the rain, and silently prayed for the child in their hearts.
She was just a little child who knew nothing. No matter why she was kidnapped, whether it was because of her identity or family background, none of these are sufficient reasons to harm a three-year-old child.
After carrying Doubao back to her room, Zhong Jiayi clumsily made a temporary little nest for Doubao. Because she knew from her brother that Doubao was injured, Zhong Jiayi always kept a very gentle motion when carrying Doubao or putting Doubao in the nest, trying her best to avoid accidentally causing Doubao secondary injury by using too much force.
No one had ever seen Zhong Jiayi so cautious.
His room was decorated in a classic blue theme, typical of a little boy. The walls were adorned with attractive mechanical models and posters of his favorite anime. A little snowball-like bean curd was nestled in his makeshift little nest, looking especially pitiful due to his weakness. It seemed a bit out of place with the atmosphere of the room, but upon closer inspection, its presence somehow created a sense of harmony.
I hope that even if your silly owner suffers some harm or gets hurt, they will be well taken care of, just like you.
Watching Doubao in the little nest gradually fall asleep with heavy eyelids, Zhong Jiayi silently prayed in her heart.
This may be the first time he has sincerely and from the bottom of his heart prayed for something.
Every time Zhong Jiayi had previously hidden in the closet waiting for the thunder to pass, she had never intended to pray so earnestly, to make herself no longer afraid.
But this time, even with thunder, he restrained his urge to hide in the closet.
Doubao's presence did indeed bring him a little comfort.
Although that silly guy doesn't seem particularly smart, he's always had pretty good luck.
So this time, she'll definitely be alright, right?
After all, her silly dog is still with her.
What kind of owner is so irresponsible, abandoning their dog halfway through its life?
When that silly girl comes back, I'll definitely give her a good talking-to about her irresponsible behavior in raising a dog.
With this in mind, Zhong Jiayi started to feel sleepy while watching over the steamed buns.
I just hope that when I wake up, all the bad things that happened were just a nightmare.
After the thunder and lightning, the rain outside officially began.
As the night deepens, one wonders how many people are searching frantically in the streets and alleys. Under the dim lights, all that can be seen are people hurrying by.
A huge black umbrella was raised under the streetlights, and Song Ye, who was one meter tall, walked out wearing a black shirt that revealed half of his chest.
On this cold night, as he waited because of the rain, he seemed to have inexhaustible heat, his whole body steaming with warmth.
No, perhaps for Songye at this moment, this is his anger.
"Master Song, a thorough search of the east and west districts has been completed, but nothing has been found."
Songye stood there, holding an umbrella, his expression indistinct, only a glimpse of his resolute chin visible.
The person giving the report clearly sensed that their boss didn't like what they were reporting.
But there was no other way; even so, he had to grit his teeth and keep talking.
"Keep searching."
Song Ye's manpower is now divided in two: one part is left to Gu Tingxiao's side for 'security' work, while the other part is used entirely to find Xiao Anman.
"Master Song, we've found a clue!"
Shortly after the first person finished reporting, another person arrived.
"explain."
The clue they found was a blurry CCTV footage of Skinny Monkey and his companion carrying a sack containing Little Anman in the alleyway of the bar that day.
With so many people entering and leaving Ancheng, it would actually be quite difficult to find them by checking each one individually.
However, in such a gray area, even if they are not under Songye's command, they are very sensitive to information about their own kind and can easily detect each other.
Although the surveillance footage was a little blurry, it didn't prevent them from finding the faces of the two people.
The faces were unfamiliar, and after Songye's men confirmed that the two people were indeed not from Ancheng.
They entered Ancheng five days ago.
Moreover, and most notably, these two individuals have a history of involvement in murder cases.
People like them, driven by greed, have no moral compass whatsoever, as evidenced by their killing of the order holder and the 'cargo owner'.
They were just two seemingly ordinary thugs, yet they managed to commit such a serious crime and still get away with it.
It must be said that besides being bold, they also have some tricks up their sleeves.
Looking at the burlap sack being carried by the man next to the skinny man in the photo, Songye's tiger-like eyes darkened.
The weight and feel of the burlap sack in the photo do indeed match that of three-year-old Anman.
Where is he/she?
"We found their car in the Changqing River. Based on our guess, they probably went to hide in the mountains outside the city."
On their way to report to Songye, they had already sent another team to search the hills in the suburbs.
However, although there were few people on the mountain, the complex terrain made the search even more difficult than in the city.
He folded the photo in half with one hand and put it in his pocket, then Songye's gaze drifted into the dark night.
"Master Song?"
"Walk."
"yes."
Now that they had a lead, their natural next step was to follow the clues and find the person.
Three black cars sped away through the rain, leaving only a faint trail of white smoke.
Things seem to be moving in the best possible direction.
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