Finding someone in a vast sea of people is like finding a needle in a haystack.
Ji Xiaoxiao spent a few yuan to rent a computer at an internet cafe.
Entering "Jin Yahui" or "Jin Daoba" yields no results. Entering "Xuan Xie" or similar terms, however, returns only rumors of her disappearance.
"Golden Scar must have cultivated good relationships with his superiors and subordinates. Otherwise, it makes no sense that a housewife could find clues and deduce that Xuan Xie's disappearance was related to Jin Ya Hui. The people in charge of solving cases are so incompetent and useless."
Ji Xiaoxiao watched the news for a while, keeping up with the times, until her computer flashed a message that her balance was low, and the next second the computer screen went black. Only then did Ji Xiaoxiao turn around and go home.
The original owner of this body was imprisoned for forty years, constantly thinking of avenging her enemies. Yet, she also never forgot her elderly parents at home. She and her younger brother, Xuan Xie, were the only children in her family. With her brother tragically killed and her imprisoned, how would her parents cope?
Heading straight for the warm harbor, the noisy and abusive shouts reached Ji Xiaoxiao's ears.
"If you two old geezers don't pay back your money today, I'll take your lives!"
"Cough cough cough... We don't owe you any money."
The weak yet familiar voice sent a shiver down Ji Xiaoxiao's spine.
Is this the original owner's father?
Ji Xiaoxiao hid behind the wall and secretly peeked out.
The original owner's once beautiful little home is now dilapidated, with large characters painted on the walls that are jarring and hurtful.
Owe money? How could that be?
The original owner's parents were respectable people. No matter how hard life got, even if they were begging on the streets, they would never get involved with the underworld. There's something fishy going on here.
The thugs made a scene for a while, then put their hands in their pockets and walked away nonchalantly.
Ji Xiaoxiao glanced deeply at the original owner's elderly parents before following behind the thugs. The original owner's father hadn't borrowed any money from them, yet they had come to cause trouble for no reason; it was obvious that someone was behind it.
So who would be so bored as to instruct a group of thugs to make things difficult for two elderly people?
Kim Ah-hye! Kim Scar!
The two names naturally came to mind for Ji Xiaoxiao.
Time flies, the sun sets, and the city center is brightly lit.
"Hahaha, did you guys see that? That old man..."
The bar was noisy and bustling, with dazzling lights, jarring heavy metal music, and a world of rampant materialism and diverse human experiences.
The thug leader who threatened the original owner's parents today is drunk, leaning against the wall with one hand, and vomiting incessantly.
"Damn it," the thug cursed under his breath.
Ji Xiaoxiao looked left and right, and there were only the two of them in the alley.
A strong gust of wind swept through, and the alley was deserted.
On the rooftop, Ji Xiaoxiao stepped on the thug's stomach.
"Who sent you to pick a fight with Xuanli (the original owner's father) and the others? Tell me."
Ji Xiaoxiao stomped hard, and the thug was in excruciating pain.
“I’ll tell you, I’ll tell you. Two years ago, I received a phone call, and the man on the other end told me to do this,” the thug said truthfully.
"Name? Address?" Ji Xiaoxiao had guesses, but wanted to confirm them.
"I don't know, I really don't know, you have to believe me!" the thug wailed.
Seeing his bruised and swollen face, streaked with tears, Ji Xiaoxiao knew he was scared and dared not lie.
"From now on, if you dare to cause trouble for Xuanli and the others again, I'll take your life." Ji Xiaoxiao held a brick, squeezed it lightly, and the brick shattered into pieces. "You'd better be obedient, or this will be your fate."
"I understand, I understand."
Who did he mess with? Crushing bricks with his bare hands?
Ji Xiaoxiao rummaged through the thug's wallet and took all the cash inside.
The thug thought Ji Xiaoxiao was going to beat him up, so he closed his eyes and waited to die.
Huh? The thug opened his eyes. Where did everyone go?
On the rooftop, he was the only one left exposed to the cold wind.
The thug clutched his chest; why did he feel a dull ache? How strange!
Ji Xiaoxiao stopped in front of the house where the original owner's parents lived.
After a pause, Ji Xiaoxiao raised her hand and knocked on the door.
"I don't owe you any money, and you're disturbing me late at night. I'm calling the police..."
Xuan's father opened the door, his cursing stopped abruptly, "Xiao Wen?"
“It’s me, Dad.” Ji Xiaoxiao’s eyes were filled with tears.
"You're back! You're back!" Father Xuan shouted into the doorway. "Old woman, old woman, Xiao Wen is back! Xiao Wen is back! You don't need to hide anymore!"
"Xiaowen is back?" A surprised voice came from inside the house.
An old woman came out, looked at Ji Xiaoxiao, and silently shed tears. Then she hugged Ji Xiaoxiao tightly and cried bitterly, as if she wanted to cry out her last tears.
"Waaaaah... My daughter!"
Ji Xiaoxiao went to great lengths to stop the old woman's tears.
Upon entering the house, the scene was shocking: a small bed, two or three stools with missing legs, and a plate of cold, withered yellow vegetable leaves on a low dining table, devoid of any oil or grease.
Did the original owner's parents suffer so much?
Ji Xiaoxiao felt a slight pang in her heart.
"Xiaowen, where's your brother?" Xuan's father suddenly asked.
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