"Ho Qishen, the money is gone."

Chen Ziyi collapsed and collapsed on the ground, her thin white fingers clutching the edge of the cloth bag, and her finial bones and joints turned white due to force. "We saved up nearly three months of money and are gone."

Tears were falling freely, and the sadness in his eyes almost turned into substance.

He was even more desperate and felt that the world with light had finally turned into darkness again.

He was so optimistic about planning for the future with Huo Qishen, but reality hit him hard, shattering all his longings and yearning for future life.

The work of children's clothing models is almost over, and they can't make that much money anymore.

They are going to live a dark alley again, and they want to break a dollar in half as a dollar for two dollars, and they are worried all day long to fill their stomachs with worries...

Chen Ziyi lived a drifting life with no fixed place to live, and he dreamed of having a stable life.

But what I hope for will never come.

What he thought would always go against his wishes.

He had never done anything bad, but fate was particularly ruthless and indifferent to him, and he stepped on him in the turbid mud and allowed him to be buried by sewage.

Why...

Is he not worthy of a normal life?

If you have to force him down and let him die, will God not make things difficult for him again?

The money in the cloth bag was stolen, and Huo Qishen's reaction was no worse than Chen Ziyi. He staggered and took a few steps back and hit the cabinet. His back was against the cold cabinet, and the coolness made his brain dizzy.

He knew better than anyone else that the money stolen was the hope that Chen Ziyi had stored.

——Hope for getting rid of hard days.

They worked diligently for several months, and were about to save enough money to rent a house, but the incident happened without mercy, which took away the capital they depended on for survival.

Hope breaks through the sky, and things that are within your fingertips become bubbles...

The situation of ups and downs is enough to defeat a person's mind.

In Huo Qishen's eyes, Chen Ziyi has always been strong and optimistic, spending every day with a smile.

How could I sit on the ground in a decadent manner like now, losing all my energy.

It's like a black and white ink painting, incompatible with this world.

The concern for Chen Ziyi exceeded the sadness. Huo Qishen suppressed the sorrow from his chest and knelt on the ground. He carefully stretched out his hand and hugged Chen Ziyi's waist.

His voice was gentle like a soft feather, "Chen Ziyi, cheer up, our money was only stolen for a short time, and we had the chance to recover it."

"Let's call the police and ask the police to help us, okay?"

"Catch back..." Chen Ziyi heard these three words in a daze. His expression moved slightly, and his despaired eyes had a little charm. He sobbed fragilely, "Can you really get it back?"

"Yes, I can recover it." Huo Qishen gritted his teeth to comfort him, and he didn't believe what he said.

The place they lived was an old-fashioned apartment with no surveillance cameras. The police could not find anything when they came, let alone find the thief and recover their money.

Ninety-nine of their money will not come back.

However, he could not tell Chen Ziyi the news, because once it was said, the stimulus that Chen Ziyi was subjected to further deepen, and he was likely to take extreme measures to hurt himself.

Huo Qishen could not allow Chen Ziyi to hurt him. He could only swallow the facts, say what Chen Ziyi wanted to hear over and over again, and comforted Chen Ziyi over and over again.

Chen Ziyi had hope. He grabbed Huo Qishen's wrist and tried his best to the point of his fingers, as if he had grabbed a life-saving straw, desperately saying, "Then let's go to the police station to call the police."

"Ho Qishen, let's call the police."

When he said the second sentence, his emotions began to become excited and his tone was rising little by little.

Before Huo Qishen could respond to Chen Ziyi, Chen Ziyi's hand that grabbed his wrist began to tremble slightly. He looked at him with tears in his eyes, "Huo Qishen, please, let's call the police."

His tone was pitiful, and his thin body trembled with the trembling hands.

He used the word "please" for fear that Huo Qishen would reject his words.

Huo Qishen felt sad.

He had never seen Chen Ziyi beg for anyone humbly, and now he ignored dignity and pride in order to recover hope.

Huo Qishen's eyes slowly wet, and his arms around Chen Ziyi tightened, "Okay, go call the police."

He helped Chen Ziyi stand up, paused when he passed by the table.

"Chen Ziyi, go to the police station after eating something."

"We should stay in the police station for a while. If you don't eat, I'm afraid you won't be able to stand it."

"I won't eat anymore." Chen Ziyi didn't even look at the neatly arranged food, and said paranoidly: "Call the police first."

"... Then I won't eat it." Huo Qishen agreed on the surface, and then silently stuffed two steamed buns into his pocket.

He couldn't listen to Chen Ziyi all. What if he stayed in the police station for a long time and Chen Ziyi was hungry?

I was already suffering from a mental blow, and I was hungry even if I was physically hungry...

No one can stand the iron attack, right?

After thinking about it, Huo Qishen still prepared some food.

...

Before going to the police station, Huo Qishen wanted to observe the mud footprints on the ground and find some clues to provide them to the police, so he asked Chen Ziyi to wait for him outside the door.

Chen Ziyi walked out the door in a daze. When she turned around, she saw a familiar person.

——The owner of a children's clothing store.

She was opening the door in front of her own door.

Chen Ziyi's sluggish mood was a moment of excitement. He felt that the owner's sister should have a way to know the person who stole their money.

So he flew to the owner.

"Shopkeeper sister."

The shop owner put away the key and put his hand on the doorknob to enter. When she heard someone calling her, she quickly turned around.

She saw Chen Ziyi standing behind her with tears on her face.

She was stunned, "Ziyi, why are you crying? That child Qishen bullied you?"

Usually, both of them are inseparable, can they have a conflict?

"No, no." Chen Ziyi looked pale and squeezed out a smile, "I cried sadly because the thing was stolen."

"Has the thing been stolen?" The owner's heart skipped a beat, "Ziyi, is it expensive?"

“It’s very expensive.”

"All the money between Huo Qishen and I were stolen."

Leave him only an empty cloth bag.

The shopkeeper took a breath.

All the money was stolen?!

The two children themselves have no money. They finally worked with her for several months. After getting some savings, they were stolen.

Which king is so disgusting?

Chen Ziyi's heart was covered by a thick layer of haze. He asked calmly: "Sister, the owner, can he enter and exit our room at will. Does he have a backup key?"

The shop owner shook his head decisively, "It's impossible."

"There is only one backup key, I will be carried close to you, and no one will own it."

"Then how did he get into our room..."

Chen Ziyi bit his lip in dismay.

He was puzzled, "I hid the money so secretly, but I was found in a short time. Did he know the place where we hide money?"

"How did he know?"

The owner combined the keywords Chen Ziyi said together to consider, "Ziyi, is there a possibility that the thief who steals money installs a pinhole camera in your room to see your every move, and then enter the room with professional methods to steal?"

"Think about it, someone has entered your room recently."

Huo Qishen pushed the door open and was about to meet Chen Ziyi. Before the door was closed, he heard what the shop owner said.

He closed the door, came to Chen Ziyi's side, and answered the question for Chen Ziyi, "There is one."

"Come the day before yesterday."

"He is a toilet repair master, probably in his forties."

The owner's eyes lit up, "He is the only one? If nothing unexpected happens, he will be the thief who stole it."

Huo Qishen frowned, "But he only stayed in the bathroom to repair the toilet throughout the whole time and didn't go anywhere."

"And where we hide our money is under the bed in the bedroom."

"this……"

The owner is not sure.

Money cannot fly away for no reason, it must be someone who secretly causes trouble.
Chapter completed!