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In the first family, the husband is a primary school teacher.

For the disappearance of his son, his wife was ill, so he searched everywhere he could, and thought of all the ways he could think of: "I asked for leave from the school and waited for news at home. Could it be a kidnapper? Did Xiaojie ask for a ransom?"

In today's world, if a child is lost, he can only hope that he was kidnapped. Only in this way can he return.

Huo Zhenye was not used to this kind of scene, he asked the big head to talk to the man, and walked around the room by himself.

Although the economic conditions of this family were ordinary, they were kept very clean, and even separated a room for the little boy with wooden boards, in which there were things for him to study and toys for him to play with.

Huo Zhenye looked around carefully, but didn't see anything special about this house.

After running to the first house, they ran to the second house. The husband of the second house was a government employee. There were two children in the family, and the youngest son was abducted.

The eldest daughter was in her early teens, comforting her mother in the room, and pouring tea for Huo Zhenye and Datou, she asked expectantly: "Daddy went out to find his friends to find a solution, Uncle, have you found any news about Xiaokai? "

The big head shook his head very hard: "We are working hard, the more evidence we have, the sooner we can find your brother."

There is also a family portrait hanging on the wall at home. In the photo, the little boy is white and chubby. My sister holds him in her arms and giggles at the camera.

Asked by the big head, Huo Zhenye looked around inside and outside the room, and the elder sister showed them the younger brother's things very carefully: "Xiao Kai hasn't read the book yet, and has been reading with me all the time. These are the words he wrote."

Huo Zhenye didn't have the nerve to reject the little girl's wishes. He picked up the book and flipped through two pages, and praised: "It's well written."

The little girl's eyes turned red, and she held back her tears: "Sir, please find my brother."

This is the youngest of the missing children, he is only five years old, Huo Zhenye thought for a while: "Your brother is the youngest, the possibility of a child being saved is higher than that of an older child."

After hearing this, the little girl quickly passed the words to her mother in the room: "Mom, uncle said that my brother will definitely come back."

Through the door, they could still hear the woman sobbing softly, with their heads bowed, and they couldn't bear to listen.

After walking out of the building, the big head asked Huo Zhenye hopefully: "Mr. Huo, is what you said true?"

It's not all a lie, Huo Zhenye deduces according to common sense: "The younger you are, the more likely you are to live, and it's easier for children to forget their parents."

Some children will regard the kidnapper as their parents, so they will be submissive, and it will be easier to survive.

Those older children are not easy to sell, and they are more noisy, so they are easily abandoned or thrown away.

The big head was silent, he was full of confidence when he came out, and he felt heavy after visiting the two families.

When she arrived at the third family, Datou was full of pity. This family was a widow. The first two families had husbands and daughters who could comfort her. She had only herself to support her.

She also asked Datou: "Could it be a kidnapper? It was written in the newspaper that kidnapping a child requires a ransom. As long as the child is returned to me, I can give him anything."

Datou really wanted to promise her that he would find her son, but he couldn't say it, he could only keep saying, "We will definitely do our best."

When he went out, his eyes were red: "Mr. Huo, there are no useful clues."

Huo Zhenye let out a breath slowly, and he said, "Yes, apart from the same birthday, they also have one thing in common."

Datou blinked, his two eyes were as big as copper bells, and he couldn't see any similarities at all.

These three families have different social status, different occupations, different degrees of complexity in their interpersonal relationships, and even different personalities. Where can they have anything in common?They don't communicate at all.

"Yes... what do they have in common?"

After running for a long time, Huo Zhenye was already hungry. He drove to a coffee stand on the street, where he bought two cups of coffee and two buttered bread.

The Russians opened a bakery in the concession. In addition to selling bread, they would also set up a few tables and chairs on the road to sell coffee, black tea and pastries.

The diners are mainly British. Every day at [-]:[-], the street is full of people drinking coffee and snacks, including sailors, businessmen, and priests from the opposite church.

Huo Zhenye bought a bag of gem biscuits. The butter cookies are dotted with red and green sweet jam. They look like gems, so they are also called gem biscuits. Children like to eat them most.

He left the biscuit bag in the car and drank his coffee and munched on bread.

The big head was very curious: "What is the common ground?"

Huo Zhenye looked at the church across the road, and he clicked: "They all believe in religion."

Datou tried his best to think back: "How do you know?"

Huo Zhenye smiled: "I didn't notice at first, there was a small porcelain statue of the Virgin Mary on the window sill of the first house, and the lady of the third house kept holding the cross on her chest with both hands when she was talking to you. "She was probably praying that her baby would come back.

"What about the second family?" Datou recalled, the second family had nothing to prove that they were religious.

"The little boy's notebook was issued by the church."

When foreign religions come to China, they will show their own civilization in order to attract the congregation and show their differences from the native religions.

For example, children can learn English from priests in church for free. Although they are learning the Bible, they can still be considered to have learned foreign languages.At Christmas, the children will also be given Christmas presents.

There are many parents whose family conditions are not bad, who know the importance of reading, but do not have the financial resources to send their children to English schools, they will enroll because of these conveniences.

The big head opened his mouth wide: "Mr. Huo, how did your brain grow?"

"I don't know if this commonality is useful." Huo Zhenye drank the bitter coffee in one gulp, "But at least it is a commonality."

Datou was full of energy, he also followed Huo Zhenye's example, drank the coffee in one gulp, his face wrinkled into old orange peel in bitterness: "Bah bah, then I'll ask those parents if they know each other!"

Huo Zhenye said with a smile: "You don't need to go to another house, just go to the church and ask."

There are many churches in the concession, but this one is in the center of the three families, within reach of them by tram.

Father John was very polite, firstly because Huo Zhenye could speak English, and secondly because he was very rich at first glance, even if he brought police into the church, he did not drive them away.

Knowing that the child of the congregation was missing, Father John felt very sorry: "God will punish that villain, and I will pray for him."

Then Father John wanted to persuade Huo Zhenye to also believe in religion, saying that Huo Zhenye's walking into this church was God's guidance.

Huo Zhenye smiled slightly: "Then we must send this villain to God as soon as possible."

The big head heard Huo Zhenye talking to the priest in a series of fluent English, his eyes were straightened, and when the priest left, he quickly asked, "What did this foreigner say?"

The first and second houses are indeed his congregants, and they listen to his sermons every week, but there is another house that is not on the list.

They didn't worship in the same church, and they didn't know each other.

The clue was broken again here, and the big head was very frustrated. He thought he had finally found an important clue, and now he could solve the case and get the three children back!

But this turned out to be a useless clue. It had been five days since the first child disappeared, and the big head knew that the longer it took, the harder it would be to find it.

"Let's go, let's eat first." They found a noodle restaurant, and eating this would fill them up and save time.

Datoushi didn't know the taste, so he pulled the noodles and asked Huo Zhenye: "Mr. Huo, what should we do next?"

Huo Zhenye's noodle bowl was placed in front of him, and he picked up the fine noodles with his chopsticks, but he didn't eat a bite, he threw down his chopsticks: "I'm going to find someone, you go back to the arresting room and see if they have any new clues, I'll look for them My informant."

Datou sighed in admiration, Mr. Huo is worthy of being Mr. Huo, he has only been a consultant for a few days, and he already has informants.

Huo Zhenye ran out of the noodle shop in a hurry and went straight to the small building of Bai's house.

As soon as Axiu heard two long knocks and one short knock on the door, she quickly opened the door.

"Has he slept?" At this point in time, Bai Zhun was basically taking a nap.

Axiu shook her head and nodded to the patio.

Bai Zhun sat on the bamboo rocking chair, closed his eyes and basked in the sun in the patio.

"Tsk, why are you here again?" Bai Zhun opened his eyes impatiently, saw the expression on Huo Zhenye's face, and changed his tone, "What?"

"I have business to look for you." Huo Zhenye took out a piece of paper from his pocket, on which he copied the names and birthdays of the three missing children, "These children are missing, can you find them?"

Bai Zhun turned his face back, looked at the square sun in the courtyard, closed his eyes and said, "You can die."

Huo Zhenye squeezed the paper tightly, and he handed the white paper over, knowing that doing this would take a lot of energy, so it was rare for him to put on a serious face: "Please help."

Bai Zhun let out his breath slowly, a troublemaker is a troublemaker, he wants to cause trouble, and he wants to manage trouble.

He stretched out three fingers: "Three times."

Huo Zhenye didn't understand what he meant, so Bai Zhun snorted, "You owe me three times."

Once was golden dangui, once was this time, and what was the other time?

Huo Zhenye didn't have time to think about it, and solemnly agreed: "Okay, I owe you three times."

Bai Zhun was satisfied, with a flick of his fingertips, the paper servant tidied up the courtyard and put it on the incense altar.

Pick out three incense sticks from the incense tube, recite the names and birthdays of the three children silently, then light the incense sticks and insert them into the incense burner.

Three strands of shredded tobacco rose straight at first, and then intertwined with each other.

Huo Zhenye watched everything in front of him silently. He hoped for clues and hoped for no news, but no matter whether it was good or bad, he would always know the same thing.

"People are not dead yet."

Huo Zhenye heaved a sigh of relief, as long as he didn't die, there was still time to rescue them.

The shredded tobacco was supposed to go straight into the air, but it twisted and twisted, entangled with each other. Bai Zhun showed kindness and added: "They are together."

This was just as Huo Zhenye had guessed, the kidnapper had chosen his target.

He rushed out, Bai Zhun saw that he ran away without even saying hello, his face was worried, but before he lost his temper, Huo Zhenye ran back again.

Panting, he handed Bai Zhun a paper package: "This one is for you."

After finishing speaking, he ran away again, the door of Bai's house opened and closed, and the sound made Bai Zhun frown.

When the people left, he took a disgusted look at the white paper bag, which smelled of butter faintly, opened the paper bag, and found a package of cookies, each biscuit was dotted with red and green transparent cream.

Bai Zhun's face turned warm, he still had a conscience.

Take out a piece with two fingers, bring it to your mouth, and take a small bite.

"Axiu, make tea." There was a little laughter in the words.

The author has something to say: Huo · still has a conscience · Zhen Ye

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The content of the article is only the content of the story, and it does not mean to belittle any religious beliefs