Chapter 99 Wen Yao is missing
Fu Yitu thought to himself, "There are three adults in this room, how come not one of them is mentally sound?"
He hesitated as he held the bowl of glutinous rice, but when he looked up, he met the expectant eyes of Mao Xinmin's parents, eyes burning with fervor, as if they had grasped at some lifeline.
Fu Yitu pursed his lips and silently picked up the glutinous rice in the bowl, tossing it lightly onto Mao Xinmin's face.
Before long, Mao Xinmin's pale face was submerged in glutinous rice, and the powder mixed in with the rice scattered everywhere, landing on her face, hair, and pillow.
There were about two pounds of glutinous rice in the large bowl. The master kept telling Fu Yitu to sprinkle it slowly. In the end, Fu Yitu was only able to mechanically toss the rice.
He muttered to himself again, hoping that after Mao Xinmin recovered, her parents would go to the hospital to check on her mental state.
This is absolutely insane.
What happened next was even more outrageous. As the glutinous rice in the bowl was emptied, Mao Xinmin on the bed suddenly coughed violently and opened her eyes in a daze.
Fu Yitu's pupils dilated in shock: No way? This actually works?
After exchanging a few words with Mao Xinmin, who had just woken up, Fu Yitu went downstairs amidst the profuse thanks of Mao's parents.
His eyes were expressionless, and a polite smile played at the corners of his mouth.
I don't even know what I'm thanking for. What a strange day.
He didn't see Wen Yao downstairs and frowned. "Uncle Mao, Aunt Mao, where did my aunt go?"
A look of surprise flashed across Mr. Mao's and Mrs. Mao's faces at the same time.
Fu Yitu, however, keenly sensed the difference: Madam Mao was surprised and confused, not understanding what was going on, while Mr. Mao couldn't understand why Wen Yao wasn't here...
Fu Yitu's smile vanished completely, and he touched the metal ring on his left arm.
As a young master from a wealthy family, Fu Yitu naturally has a backup plan.
This metal ring is made of a special metal material that is extremely difficult to damage. It has its own positioning and communication system, and its unique frequency band signal can be used normally under extreme conditions.
The system has multiple emergency contacts saved. Press and hold the side button to automatically contact the nearest elderly person.
Mr. Mao forced a smile, but a sense of unease lingered in his heart. He tried his best to keep his voice steady: "He probably got bored sitting there and went for a stroll. I'll have someone look for him right away."
"So that's how it is." Fu Yitu pretended to believe Mr. Mao's words, but his hand, which was lightly pressed on the bracelet, did not leave.
He only gave the Mao family 10 minutes. If they couldn't find Aunt Yaoyao after 10 minutes, he would press the button immediately.
A few minutes later, Wen Yao was still not found. A maid who had gone to the backyard to look for her rushed into the living room, her face full of panic:
“Sir, there are signs of a struggle behind us, and…” the maid took a deep breath, “…and some blood.”
Mr. Mao's face immediately turned pale.
"Yi Tu, what happened?" Fu Jinzhi's voice came from the bracelet, clearly audible in the living room.
It turned out that Fu Yitu pressed the SOS button when he saw that things were not going well, and Fu Jinzhi, as the closest elder, was chosen as the emergency contact person.
Fu Yitu's youthful face was filled with coldness. "Uncle Jin, Aunt Yaoyao is missing."
It takes about an hour and a half to drive from the Fu Group to the Mao family's residence, but less than an hour later, Fu Jinzhi hurriedly stepped into the Mao family's gate.
He arrived in such a hurry that he even forgot to take off his work-specific blue light blocking glasses.
Fu Jinzhi was impeccably dressed in a suit, tall and slender, with a cold glint in his usually smiling eyes and an aura of sharp menace emanating from him.
“I’m sorry…” Mr. and Mrs. Mao stepped forward to greet them.
Fu Jinzhi reached out to stop him, his deep voice like an icy blade, cold and aggressive, "I don't want to hear nonsense."
"You just need to tell us the whole story in detail."
Soon, the police arrived at the Mao family's house, and a young police officer was stunned when he saw Fu Jin.
Why is it this family again? Did they offend some kind of deity?
After Wen Yao was robbed by thugs, Fu Yan was murdered, and the three were kidnapped but managed to turn the tide, Wen Yao has now disappeared again.
Being rich isn't easy either.
After a moment of confusion, the police officers, being professionals, questioned all the relevant individuals separately and sent colleagues to review the surveillance footage.
The surveillance footage clearly shows Wen Yao being led out of the villa by a maid wearing a mask, but unfortunately, the Mao family only has surveillance cameras in their front yard.
Based on the signs of a struggle in the backyard, the police could only guess that three or four people were involved.
Police officers carefully collected blood samples from the ground and sent them for testing. This world has established a unique DNA gene bank, but with a large population of ordinary people, it can only be improved slowly.
However, the DNA of individuals with criminal records is recorded and prioritized for comparison.
The next day, the blood samples sent by the police for testing came back in, and the results showed that they matched two suspects in the database, both of whom were strong and healthy men.
The officers sprang into action like arrows, quickly splitting into small teams to investigate and track down the two individuals.
The Mao family members also disclosed all the information they knew without reservation.
Mr. Mao stated that the maid wearing a mask was recommended by Master Song. She had only been working at the Mao family's home for a week and had always worn a mask, so no one had ever seen her face.
Master Song, who had once deceived Madam Fu, pretended to know nothing.
"Since you don't know that maid, why did you recommend her to work at the Mao family's house?" the police officer questioned Master Song's statement sternly.
Having served in the police force for many years, he witnessed too many swindlers causing families to be ruined and lives lost, and therefore had no liking for these pretentious and mysterious figures.
Master Song's heart was pounding like a drum, but having spent decades navigating the world of martial arts, he managed to maintain a calm and composed demeanor.
“I happened to have taken on a business deal with the Mao family, and I also happened to run into that homeless girl on the street, so I helped her out.”
Master Song shook his head and sighed, feigning regret, "I only have myself to blame for being blind and failing to see her malicious intentions."
...
Things were progressing at a decent pace, but Fu Jinzhi felt like each day was an eternity. He didn't know where Wen Yao was or if she had suffered a lot.
He used his connections extensively and hired a private investigator at great expense, hoping to find Wen Yao as soon as possible.
With a bounty of hundreds of millions, the two suspects, who were extremely good at hiding, were found with nowhere to hide as if they were being swept by a laser beam and were quickly captured and brought to justice.
The two burly men wisely provided the employer's information.
The case was solved in less than three days, and everything seemed to be going very smoothly.
But……
"Want to know where Wen Yao is? I won't tell you." An Rourou smiled maliciously. "Hate me, Fu Jinzhi, I'll make you remember me forever!"
She lured people here by claiming she wouldn't reveal anything until she saw Fu Jinzhi, but only said this one sentence.
Fu Jinzhi's handsome face showed only disdain and indifference, and his voice was icy:
"Since you're so lacking in presence, I'll push your face to the top of the trending searches so that more people will remember you."
After saying that, he ignored An Rou Rou's desperate cries and turned to leave.
Who has time to deal with this lunatic? He just wants to find Wen Yao.
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