Such a little girl is still studying.
Wang Qing, a social worker who has graduated and worked, of course wants to protect the country's flowers and bones.
While walking on the road, if he really encounters danger, Wang Qing will definitely roll up his sleeves and go to work, and will not let Xie Xiaoyu suffer any illegal harm.
Listening to Wang Qing's soft and soothing voice, Xie Xiaoyu visibly moved.
It seems that Wang Qing knows all the information she knows.
Right.
A big boss like Wang Qing showed considerable strength when he was in Kotou Village.
Now, I guess you already know how to get out of this street, right?
Xie Xiaoyu pursed his lips hard.
She was quite sensitive and felt a little disappointed because she felt that she could not help Wang Qing.
But the heavy garbage bag in her hand instantly pulled her out of her inferiority complex.
Wang Qing entrusted such an important thing to her, which is enough to show that she is a trustworthy partner in Wang Qing's heart at this moment.
Xie Xiaoyu quickly got rid of his negative emotions.
Rule 4, [Everyone is responsible for ensuring the environmental hygiene of Shadow Street. When you see rubbish on the roadside, please sort the rubbish and put it in the correct bin. 】
But before, Xie Xiaoyu walked around this street for so many times and never saw a trash can.
Is it possible that the so-called trash cans in the rules are not trash cans in the conventional sense?
While thinking about it, a light different from the streetlights penetrated into the fog ahead.
The gray-white thick fog is dyed a little red.
Xie Xiaoyu looked down at the garbage bag in his hand.
She reached out and opened the mouth of the garbage bag further.
The light of the street lamp shines through the open opening of the garbage bag.
Xie Xiaoyu used this faint light to identify.
Among the piles of bloody flesh, a piece of little finger lay there.
That little finger is soft and white.
Keep your nails neither long nor short.
Perhaps because she loves beauty but is afraid of being noticed, her nails are only coated with a layer of transparent nail polish, which is reflected by the light of the street lamp.
Just in line with the little thoughts of every young and pretty girl.
Unlike normal people, it has three knuckles.
It is deformed, with only two joints.
[The little finger of the missing person’s right hand is slightly disabled, with only two knuckles. 】
The girl's delicate and beautiful face in the black and white photos on the old missing person notices once again appeared in Xie Xiaoyu's mind.
Xie Xiaoyu knew that, indeed, her guess was correct.
Through the thick fog, the familiar sign fell into Xie Xiaoyu's eyes.
Sister Song's butcher shop.
Four words, half of the face was as red as blood, and the other half was as pale as paper.
This time, the fat woman in the store stopped chopping meat.
Wearing a blood-stained apron, she stood at the door of the butcher's shop, staring blankly at the street.
His body, which looked particularly fat and greasy, looked a bit bleak and pitiful against the backdrop of the empty streets.
Wang Qing stopped when he saw the fat woman guarding the door of the store.
Unexpectedly, at such a late hour, there was still a shop open on the road.
Wang Qing was worried and couldn't find where the pet hospital was. He wanted to find someone to ask, but he couldn't find it.
When I see a fat woman, isn’t this the most appropriate person to ask for directions?
When Wang Qing stopped, he also stopped when he saw Xie Xiaoyu, who was familiar with the sign.
Noticing the way Wang Qing looked at the fat woman, Xie Xiaoyu understood.
Sure enough, Wang Qing already knew the key to getting rid of this strange story.
Before Wang Qing could make a move, Xie Xiaoyu took the lead and stepped forward.
Xie Xiaoyu, who is quite discerning, knows very well that there is no need to bother Wang Qing to do this kind of thing himself.
Carrying a black plastic bag, Xie Xiaoyu stopped in front of the fat woman.
The fat woman looked at Xie Xiaoyu and obviously recognized that Xie Xiaoyu was the girl who said she wanted to bring her daughter back to her.
"Kaka...daughter...where is my daughter?"
The fat woman opened her mouth and squeezed out broken words from her throat.
The hoarse and vague voice made it impossible to understand what she was saying.
But Xie Xiaoyu knew what she meant.
Although he knew that the way to clear this strange story was right in front of him, Xie Xiaoyu felt an indescribable sadness in his heart.
Her eyelashes trembled and she lowered her eyes.
No words were spoken.
He just silently raised his hand and handed the black plastic bag to the fat woman.
The fat woman, who always looked fierce, had a blank look on her face for several seconds.
Her eyes had long been squeezed into thin slits by the flesh of her face, and even if they were widened in shock, it was difficult to see.
But at this moment, a strong light filled with pain burst out from the small crack.
The fat woman raised her hand, holding a sharp knife in one of her hands.
But at this moment, all she could see was the black plastic bag.
Without thinking much, she handed the knife in her hand to Xie Xiaoyu.
Then, he took the black plastic bag with trembling hands.
The moment the plastic bag was opened, another scene seemed to appear in front of Xie Xiaoyu's eyes.
The butcher shop had been cleaned, and the fresh pork of the day was still piled on the chopping board without being cut.
A young and pretty girl walked out of the butcher shop with a schoolbag on her back.
Her lips pursed in displeasure.
There was obvious displeasure on that youthful face.
It was as if he had had a dispute with someone.
My mother, who runs a butcher shop, has a bad temper that matches her profession.
Sometimes when I have conflicts with my neighbors, I will argue with them with a knife.
Naturally, when it comes to disciplining her daughter, she is also full of dictatorship.
Girls in the growing stage are most annoyed by such dictatorship.
After another argument with my mother, I went out to school without eating breakfast.
The mother was equally angry at her disobedience to discipline, and was worried about her daughter not even eating breakfast and being uncontrollably worried.
While running the shop, I am waiting for my daughter to come back.
I always thought that when my daughter comes back in the evening, I must reprimand her for this.
But from morning until evening.
Then he waited from dusk until late at night.
The daughter has not been waiting for a long time.
Where did the daughter go?
She waited on this street day after day.
Missing person notices were posted all over the streets.
She waited for the day when someone saw the missing person notice and would bring her daughter back to her.
Then, she finally waited.
The daughter was sent back in a plastic bag.
The piece of flesh that was once wrapped in blood, connected to the umbilical cord, and fell out of her body.
From the crying group,
She raised her to be a slender and tall girl.
At the age of budding, she is beautiful enough to make a whole street of young and budding boys stop for her.
How could it be sent back in a plastic bag?
