I felt that suffocating depression again, and a headache swept over Xiaolan's consciousness.
The chains were just dragged on the ground haphazardly, but what appeared in front of everyone's eyes was the image of the imprisoned people struggling to break free.
Struggling, bleeding, screaming, trying again and again, failing again and again, blood mixed with tears, carving the trapped soul on the chain.
Pineapple's breathing was trembling, Maple Sugar gently hugged Pineapple's shoulders.
"The person who was detained here before...could it be Aunt Xiaohua that A Liang mentioned?" Xiaoyin had a serious look on her face, and the smile at the corner of her mouth disappeared.
No one could answer her, but everyone felt that this time it was very close to the truth.
"What is written on this paper?" The little fool did not react much to the chain. Instead, he observed the white papers scattered on the ground.
Xiaolan rubbed her temples and lowered her head to pick up a piece of paper. She found that as long as she didn't stare at the chain, her headache would be better.
“Leaders of criminal groups that abduct women and children, principal offenders with serious circumstances, and repeat offenders shall be severely punished in accordance with the law...”
"Isn't this the criminal law?" Xiaoyin raised her head and said after reading the paper in front of her.
"Stealing infants and young children, abducting women many times..."
"There are intentional killings, injuries, insults, etc...."
"If the circumstances are particularly serious, the death penalty will be imposed according to law..."
Everyone held the paper in their hands, and the same content was written on each piece of paper.
Write over and over again, believe over and over again.
In the reality of struggle and escape, the only persistence and strength are.
But she died.
Die in his hands.
"She...she was trafficked here." Xiaoyin lowered her head and her voice was low.
No one spoke anymore, and the surroundings became quiet for a moment.
The girl's crying voice seemed to cut through time and space, echoing in everyone's hearts. Xiaolan pinched the crumpled white paper, looked at the chain, and unconsciously clenched her palms into fists.
I want……
"There is also her schoolbag here," Pineapple turned away, not daring to look directly at the blood-stained chain, "There is also her notebook inside."
Xiaolan unclenched her fist and looked back at the small schoolbag that Pineapple had found.
"It's all legal knowledge," Pineapple carefully took out the books in his schoolbag one by one, dusted the table with his sleeves, and put the books on the table, "Hey... it's really... unreasonable..."
Xiaolan walked over and opened the page. There were dense notes inside.
"What kind of little flower aunt is this..." the little fool sighed in a low voice, "she is just a girl who is still studying..."
Xiaolan lowered her head and read over each word.
Delicate and elegant handwriting, occasional mood records, and small flowers used as signatures.
This is a diligent and lively young girl who is studying law.
At least, she used to be.
"Is she really dead?" Pineapple's eyes were red, and her voice was filled with sadness and sadness. "Is A Liang lying to us, or does she not know the truth?"
"It's not her, there are others," the Taoist sighed. "There is indeed a 'boundary' here, and there is also a mark of a boundary carved on the soul. This is what I can clearly feel. We all understand that the 'boundary' is formed."
Most people do not die well, and after investigating this, I don’t want to see a more tragic story than this.”
Can the Taoist priest feel the boundary mark on the ‘world’ and the soul?
Xiaolan raised her head and met the Taoist Priest's eyes. As if he had read her thoughts, the Taoist Priest nodded.
A strange ability, but an ability that is expected and not surprising.
"No matter who it is, no matter whether it is the master of the 'world' or not, there is a girl here who has endured something she shouldn't have to endure," the Taoist priest regained his emotions, and said to everyone in a slightly louder voice, "Whether she is alive or dead,
Death, whether it’s Xiaohua or not, we have to save her.”
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The air pressure dropped.
Everything in the warehouse was like a heavy punch, hitting everyone's hearts.
Except for things related to Xiaohua, there was nothing noteworthy in the warehouse. Several people walked towards the door of the warehouse in silence, preparing to enter the house to see what was hidden inside.
Seeing that Xiaolan's posture was unstable, the Taoist priest kept holding Xiaolan's shoulders.
When he was about to go out, Xiaolan suddenly remembered something, turned around and ran back into the warehouse. Before the Taoist Master could stop him, he saw Xiaolan running towards the backpack again.
"Xiaolan?" Xiaoyin walked at the back and asked looking at Xiaolan's back.
With a pious and innocent mood, Xiaolan gently opened the backpack on the table, put her hand in, and looked for something among the books.
I remember what I just saw, flashing past my eyes in a flash.
The Taoist priest also came back and stood next to Xiaolan.
"It's a pink hairpin, right?" The Taoist priest lowered his head and looked down, "I saw it just now."
After hearing this, Xiaolan raised her head and smiled at the Taoist priest. Her left hand was still rummaging in the bag. Suddenly her eyes lit up and she retracted her hand.
"found it!"
It turned out to be a pink metal hairpin. The paint on the hairpin had been severely peeled off by the friction of books. The branch-shaped hairpin lay quietly in Xiaolan's hand, as if it was telling something.
"If there is a chance, I would like to bring it to Xiaohua's family."
Xiaolan looked down at the hairpin in her hand, clenched it tightly and put it in her pocket.
"Even if it's only a part of it, Xiaohua has to go home."
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After passing through the small yard, a few people stood back at the door of the house.
The purpose of the separate action was not achieved. A group of people who were accustomed to group discussions gathered together again not long after they separated, still in the same formation, ready to open the closed door.
"Shall we smash it open or pry it open?"
The little fool looked back at everyone for advice. Out of the corner of his eye, he was already searching for bricks on the ground.
"It's still too early now," the Taoist priest glanced at his watch and then looked around. "The sound of banging on the door was too loud, and it's hard to explain when the villagers found out."
It’s hard to explain our current situation, okay? Xiaolan also imitated Taoist priest and looked around, and found that there were indeed several houses nearby with lights on.
"Then I'm not good at prying open doors anymore," the little fool automatically moved to the front row, "I have a specialty in the art, who will give it a try?"
No one moved.
"Maybe I can try girls' hairpins," Baomu looked at Pineapple and Xiaoyin.
The girl with the ponytail and the girl with short curly hair looked back at Baomu and shook their heads.
"I don't like hairpins..."
"I have too much hair to clip..."
Everyone looked at Xiaolan, a little girl who looked about fifteen or sixteen years old, wearing a boy's sportswear and with neat shoulder-length hair.
It doesn't look like there are hairpins either.
Xiaolan thought of Xiaohua's hairpin in her pocket, and the next second she cursed in her heart that she was really nothing, and what a sinful thought this was.
"Did you leave the door unlocked?"
Xiaoyin had a sudden thought, which was immediately lost in everyone's eyes.
Only Xiaolan didn't roll her eyes, and even felt that there was a slight possibility.
"How about I break it open..." The little fool said, already lowering his head to pick up the stones. Everyone was busy trying to stop him. Xiao Lan quietly slipped to the front and grabbed the dusty door handle.