[Zongyingmi] You are all my father

seven suspects chasing son

Harold was right.

Soon, Root found the traces of the three people she was looking for, one surnamed Miao, two surnamed Su, and she found the girl surnamed Su—this girl just turned 13 years old, given by The Machine Judging from the daily life photos of this girl, this girl’s life is not bad, she wears beautiful clothes, her hair is neatly combed, she is carrying a very beautiful schoolbag, and she is holding a doll that girls like—oh, The doll was expensive and Root couldn't understand why anyone would like that doll, honestly, it was pretty scary.

But anyway, she found the girl, the beautiful clothes on her body had been changed, she was wearing ordinary or even worn out clothes, the shoes on her feet were not suitable, she had no schoolbag, and the doll was thrown by the side of the road— —Root is the girl who was discovered based on the doll, and she was being pulled by the ear.

"No!" the girl screamed, "Give me back my doll!"

"Little cousin, do you still want a doll?" The person who beat her was the one who took her away at the station, and she was also a middle-aged and elderly woman. Judging from the video surveillance, she should be benevolent, but at this moment, she saw Looks like a ghost.

"You liar!" the girl screamed again.

"Stupid!" the woman sneered, "Just go with a stranger, and you will believe what I say? So what if I lied to you? Not only did I lie to you, I also sold you and gave you to someone else to be my daughter-in-law." Son, do you still want dolls? Hmph, from now on you will only have dolls."

The girl was frightened this time.

"That's right, be quiet, be honest, maybe I'll sell you to an honest man." The middle-aged and elderly woman patted her face, "Go, persuade your two sisters Eat something, clean up yourself, and someone will come to inspect the goods later."

The little girl trembled and was pushed through the door again - Root was standing in the alley on the other side, taking a panoramic view of all this.She found it incredible that it was around four o'clock in the morning, even if no one was on the street, it was not so noisy that nobody cared about it!But really, no one cares.

Root touched his ear: "Harold, did you hear that?"

"Yes, Ms. Graves, I hear you." Harold's voice trembled. "I...I...I'll get someone to assist you..."

Root's hand has already touched the small wooden warehouse on his leg: "My blood is boiling right now, Harold."

"Don't act on your own, Ms. Graves, I'll ask Mr. Reaser to help you." Harold had just finished speaking when Root sneered.

Root said sarcastically, "Do you know why no one in the village came out to stop that woman, Harold?"

Harold was silent.

He didn't know what to say.I don't know if I should continue talking.

"I've been following them for a long time, Harold," Root went on, "in the county seat down the hill, the old woman said that the three kidnapped girls were her relatives, and she was in the county seat Owning two shops and one big house, Harold, have you checked the house prices and per capita income here?"

Harold swallowed dryly with difficulty.

Root took a deep breath: "Let Chandra come here, Harold, let him come here, he doesn't have the sense of moral responsibility you have, let him come, I can let go, and...let him bring Samion come over."

Harold wanted to say no.

Root said again: "Let Samion come here, she can pretend to be Interpol."

Harold couldn't refute this point. After all, she was originally from the CIA, just like Mr. Reaser, but Mr. Reaser was a little older...he had a strong sense of moral responsibility...but they couldn't judge those people, and those people should be judged. Judgment instead of...

"Harold, a whole village of them knows this kind of thing, maybe a whole village is doing this kind of thing, so the trial probably won't be of much use to them." Root persuaded him.

"But that's our last resort." Harold gritted his teeth and insisted, "I'll let Chandra pass, and Samion too, but you can't kill people."

"We only save people, remember, Harold?" Root laughed.

While Chandra and Samion hadn't woken up, Harold investigated the village.

The whole village that knows to lure girls into their village and sell them - honestly, why would anyone trade humans as a commodity? !

Not that it doesn't exist in the US.Of course, there are similar situations in the United States, but most of them are serial crimes committed by psychopaths. Some imprisoned girls, some murdered = organ = organs, and there were pimps who cheated gangsters if they couldn’t find a girl. Immigrant girls... all kinds of things, but not every village knows this kind of thing!This is simply unbelievable!

Unless, that village is a community of interests.

Harold was taken aback when his reasoning reached this step.

If they are a community of interests, what does that represent?

How many women and how many wives are there in their village?In order for young people in their village to continue to identify with such a community of interests, how many people will not be able to go to school?If such a thing is regarded as normal in their village, then once someone wants to call the police, what is waiting for him?If some people in the village come out and do other jobs, then...does he still agree with such a thing, and will he help the people in the village continue to do such things?

The more I think about it, the more terrifying it becomes.

Harold stood up quickly and woke up Samion and Chandra.

He briefly told the two people about this matter.

"So?" The eighty-centimeter knife in Samien's hand was already hungry and thirsty.

"We can't do this." Chandra glanced at Samien, "If this kind of thing can't be handled locally, then let them cheat Samien away."

"Hey!" Sammy glared at him.

Chandra shook the passport and visa they made: "Don't worry, I can go to the police."

The police will take care of this kind of thing, just try it out, don't they?

Soon, Chandra opened the portal to W County, and pulled Samion into it.

"We'll bring back good news!" He waved to Harold and closed the portal.

Seriously, Sami En is really a beautiful woman. She would be beautiful and cute if she restrained her edges and corners, but in fact she hardly restrained herself.

"You have to put on a dress." Chandra looked at Samien, worried that if she went to someone to lie to herself like this, she might scare people.