"In the past six months, children have disappeared in Qingzhou one after another. Some were sleeping at home and disappeared the next day. Some were playing outside and were stolen in the blink of an eye. Others were killed while they were going to the toilet..." The old man shook his head.
"Most of these children are boys aged seven or eight..."
"A boy of seven or eight years old..." Jiang Zhuo looked at the record on the file. "The human traffickers have special conditions for arresting people. They are all children under ten years old. It seems they have a special purpose."
"But what can a seven or eight-year-old child do?" Changfeng wondered.
Can’t lift it with shoulders or carry it with hands.
"The younger the child, the more malleable he or she is."
Many organizations specialize in taking in young, homeless children and educating them from an early age.
Jiang Zhuo tapped the table lightly with his fan.
Children aged seven or eight were too small to be easily hidden, so they could be transported out of the city in wooden barrels used to transport vegetables.
"In a dark secret room, surrounded by oil drums tied with chains..."
What Shen Qing said that day suddenly rang in his ears, and Jiang Zhuo's eyes flashed.
Could the oil drum contain the missing children, and the iron chain was used to prevent them from struggling and causing the contents of the oil drum to spill.
The child disappeared half a year ago, and the Qin family’s old house no longer needed cleaning half a year ago.
Is there any inevitable connection between these two things?
However, when I went to the Qin family’s old house that day, I didn’t see any information about the missing child.
That means the child might not have been abducted by the Qin family, but by a collaborator of the Qin family.
So what were these children stolen for?
Jiang Zhuo had a headache. The Qin family's tunnel collapsed and the clues were lost.
"Where does Maruko go to play every day?" Shen Qing looked at the old man.
"Wanzi is very well behaved. When he's not in school, he'll go with me to buy rice cakes. Occasionally, we'll go to the window paper-cutting shop in the east to watch people make paper-cuts. This morning, Wanzi wasn't awake yet, so I decided to buy him some buns."
"But when I came back I couldn't find him..."
"The teacher at the academy even sent someone to ask why Maruko didn't go to the academy...it's all my fault!"
Shen Qing frowned slightly, it sounded like everything was normal.
"Do you know those missing children?"
"I recognize some of them, and some I don't. I recognize all of them, Maruko. They all study in the same school. Only in the school are the children safest."
"What school?" Shen Qing keenly grasped the key point of the old man's words.
…
"Yi Lan Academy was founded by a businessman named Zhuang Lan, specifically for children who couldn't afford private schools. He was a well-known philanthropist in Qingzhou."
Jiang Zhuo listened to Wu Qiaoling's evaluation of Yilan Academy and asked, "When was this Yilan Academy opened?"
"This has been more than half a year, right?"
Another half year!
Jiang Zhuo brought Changfeng to the gate of Yilan Academy. Listening to the noises of people playing inside, he could feel that the atmosphere was quite good.
"Jiang Zhuo?"
Qingzhou is so small that you can meet people everywhere.
"Qingqing, what a coincidence."
"Would you like some tea?" Shen Qing pointed to the tea stall opposite the school.
"please."
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