The three of them left one after another, and the screams inside the wooden door did not stop. Mo walked away and could still hear the new goods brought in slap while screaming, "I want to go out, I want to go out."

Hahaha

go out?

Where to go?

Return to China?

Is it possible?

Don't think about it anymore.

In the wooden house, Ye Jian patted the palms of his hands and felt a scorching pain. The locked wooden door did not open. The two men guarding outside let Ye Jian cry.

The child playing ran over and picked up the skull that he had just kicked over. Hearing the crying in the wooden house, a bigger child held the skull, pretending to be an adult, put his hands on his hips, and drank in a good manner, "If I cry again, I will cut off your head and use the bent bow of my house to chop firewood!"

As soon as he finished speaking, all the children around him learned in a good manner. Killing people and killing people did not seem to be a big deal for them, but a very casual little thing.

The two Burmese men who were guarding said humbly that the children made several faces at the two of them. The older children threw the skull in their hands to the ground. The children rushed up, holding it in their hands and kicking it. The bones and the heads with five orifices and black holes were just toys to them.

Ye Jian in the wooden house listened to their laughter, and his eyes were cold.

"Xiao Ye, don't underestimate the children there. Children will also take up murderous weapons to hurt you. Their growth environment tells them that killing is not a big deal, and anyone who violates their interests can be killed."

"What is the environment, so adults and children are treated equally."

Adults and children... treat everyone equally. At this point, Ye Jian understood Captain Deng's advice.

Wildfires cannot be burned out, and spring breezes will grow again. There is only one best solution - to eradicate the roots!

After about ten minutes of quarrel, Ye Jian seemed to be tired of filming, and his crying slowly stopped from high to low, giving the people outside the illusion that "she is finally tired."

Ye Jian's eyes, which sounded both crying and making a fuss, were still as clear as water, without any tears. The only thing that was uncomfortable was his throat that had been raising.

Rubbing the dry and tense throat, Ye Jian turned around and slowly walked towards the bone.

The headless bone reminded her of the head that was kicked around by a child. Then she looked so bad that she couldn't see the original color of the cloth, but at a glance she could tell that it was the bone in the knee-length skirt. There was a faint haze in Ye Jian's eyes.

The girl with deceased is about 150 or 60 in height. If she tries to observe the color of her skirt, she can see small pink flowers, and the bottom of the cloth should be plain, between white and gray and green.

The exposed bones only have one foot with shoes, not high heels, and a pair of canvas shoes with black cloth and white edges. Ye Jian is inclined to the deceased, a very young girl.

Very young girl...

Ye Jian, who was still on duty, thought of more than ten young girls who disappeared, average grade 19 years old, at least sixteen years old, and the oldest was twenty-one years old. He came from various poor mountain villages and was carrying girls who left their hometowns to reduce the burden at home.

The anti-drug police and the criminal police in charge of the investigation of the case failed to provide all the missing girls. They visited the homes of the missing girls and the surrounding resident residences, and then painted portraits of the missing girls based on the image of their parents.

They are all families who need to save money even if they take a photo, and the girls don’t have a photo of their own.

Fortunately, the criminal policeman who painted portraits was very good. The portraits drawn by his family were not 100% similar, but at least 85% similar.
Chapter completed!