At night, Mo Qiong had already noticed that several GPSs had stopped moving.
The GPSs were not heavy, they only had one module and one battery.
Connected together, they were like a USB flash drive. Wrapped in a sponge case, they weighed only 25 grams, equivalent to a soft ball the weight of a AA battery.
The soft sponge case made it impossible to kill people even if it hit at high speed.
With buffer measures and no sharp edges, this thing could only hurt people at a speed of 340 kilometers per hour, it would not penetrate the skull.
The magic ball shot out at a speed of 60 meters per second, it was only 216 kilometers per hour.
For adults, it was equivalent to being smashed in the face by a mobile phone. For children, they might be hurt, but there would not be any sequelae.
If it really wanted to kill someone, a pen would be enough. A pen at 200 kilometers per hour would be enough to pierce deeply into the human body.
"The damage rate is very high."
Mo Qiong assigned a number to each GPS, corresponding to the target.
Once a GPS stopped moving, it meant that it hit the target.
Mo Qiong kept an eye on the computer and found that 12 GPSs had lost contact.
A few of the locations where they had lost contact were in villages and towns. They had probably been torn down or damaged by the walls. The arrow did not have to take the shortest path. When it was blocked by a wall, it would rub against the wall until it went around it.
Just like when he passed the ball to Han Dang, Han Dang jumped up and caught the ball with his chest. The ball slipped from his chest and rolled from his crotch to the landing point.
Of course, if the football was replaced by a bullet, it would not have gone around, it would have shot through Han Dang directly.
This was related to hardness. If the hardness of the obstacle was lower, it would pass through and become the background.
It was like the arrow passing through air or water.
If the hardness of the arrow was infinite, its path would be extremely straight, penetrating everything in its path without turning.
If the hardness of the obstacle was higher than the arrow, the arrow would not forcibly choose to penetrate the target, it would try to slide through doors, windows, and so on.
This characteristic could be seen from some small things, such as shooting the arrow to somewhere in America.
The arrow would not pass through the earth to reach the other side and emerge from the ground to hit the target. Instead, it would circle half of the earth and go to America.
This was the arrow's own judgment of the path, it would try to move in a medium that was lower in hardness.
Unless the target was in a completely enclosed room with no gaps for it to squeeze in, then it would forcefully smash the wall, even if it had to squeeze itself into pieces.
In short, the hardness of the arrow would affect its path.
In addition to the initial velocity and landing point, these three factors combined to affect how the arrow would hit the target.
A simple experiment could prove this point.
A piece of plastic was placed in front of the target, and then a paper ball was shot out. The paper ball drew a beautiful arc, bypassed the metal sheet, and hit the target.
Instead, he shot a proper arrow. The arrow maintained its speed as it pierced through the iron sheet and hit the target.
Even though the arrow's body and tail feathers were severely damaged in the process, it did choose a more direct path.
"However, these GPSs lost contact in the wilderness. They might have been struck by lightning or something along the way."
Mo Qiong pondered. Although it would still hit the target even if it was damaged, there was no way to find out where it landed.
However, four of them had stopped, and they were still connected. They must have landed freely after hitting their targets.
In this case, the location was definitely the end point.
"The three children's and Zhao Mingjun's."
Mo Qiong checked the information and looked at the family background of the three children.
"None of them are well-off families. Forget it."
By forget it, he meant giving up the initiative to show up and was not prepared to accept the reward.
He changed the card into a new one and dialed the number of the first child's father.
"Who is this?" It was a very tired voice on the other end.
"I saw your information through the Darling Homecoming Network. I'm at …" Mo Qiong looked at the location of the GPS and read out the address on the map in detail.
"… I saw your son Xiao Bao in Taiping Town's Shangtang Village. Go and confirm. Although you saw him in the fourth household, he might not be in that household now. You'd better search the entire village."
Mo Qiong said this, but the other party's reaction was not agitated. "Is that so … Are you sure it's my son?"
"Hmm?" Mo Qiong was stunned. "Should you confirm it yourself?"
The other party was silent.
Mo Qiong thought about it and knew that the other party had probably been lied to too many times.
Perhaps many people had called him and said similar things.
He might have called many times and returned disappointed. He did not dare to believe it casually anymore.
Mo Qiong said calmly, "I'm not joking with you. I'm not a hundred percent sure that it's your son, but I'm a hundred percent sure that the birthmark is exactly the same as the photo you provided."
"Whether it's him or not, I don't need the reward. I'm not there anymore, so I won't be involved in the following matters. Remember to inform the police when you go. You must be quick."
Mo Qiong spoke with such confidence that it immediately brought the other party's attention back.
Hearing Mo Qiong's firm tone, the other party was finally moved by his seriousness. "Okay, I'll book the ticket now. Can you confirm the address again? I didn't remember it before. "
Mo Qiong smiled. "I'll text you the address again."
"Okay, okay, okay. Thank you so much. If it's really my child, I'll definitely reward you handsomely …" The other party said gratefully.
"No need. I'm just a passerby. If you don't find it, just let me know. If you find it, you don't have to contact me anymore," Mo Qiong said.
"Hmm?" The other party was stunned. He felt that Mo Qiong had said the wrong thing.
But no matter what, Mo Qiong's meaning of not wanting the reward was clear.
"Thank you, thank you so much." The other party kept saying that he didn't want the reward. It meant that Mo Qiong was purely helping them. Whether it was successful or not, this was worth a few more words of gratitude.
But Mo Qiong had already hung up the phone.
Then, he contacted the parents of the remaining two children. These two children had been missing for less than a year.
The parents were still very enthusiastic about the search. Once they heard the news from Mo Qiong, they immediately wanted to go and verify it.
Regarding the reward, Mo Qiong directly said that he didn't need it.
Normal families couldn't afford a high reward. Just looking for the children for a long time would cost a lot of money. Even if Mo Qiong accepted the reward, it might only be a few thousand yuan.
If he wanted to get the money, he definitely had to show up. He even had to be involved and deal with the police. Although this was a private reward, it didn't matter if he showed up multiple times in different places.
But for a few thousand yuan, there was no need. He might as well help other families save some money.
He knew the families who really wanted the reward. They were all marked on the list.
The reward from those families was equivalent to ten families like this.
"But I haven't found them yet. The GPS that was tracking these children lost contact halfway. I have to shoot again."
"Just nice, a new batch of GPS has arrived. Continue shooting!"
On the rooftop, Mo Qiong shot out another twelve GPS. They were the twelve that had lost contact previously.
All of a sudden, there were only eighteen GPSs left on hand.
He didn't use the rest to find more children.
Because more children had been missing for more than a year or two. There were only so many children who had been missing for about a year. He shot out the corresponding GPS for all of them.
For children, their appearance would change greatly in two years. Especially when their living environment changed, the change would be even greater.
Often exposed to the wind and sun, the skin would change greatly. Bumps and bruises would also change greatly.
Mo Qiong couldn't imagine the details. He didn't know if the person he was thinking of was the person he was looking for.
Just based on the photos when they were lost or even younger, he couldn't do anything.
Unless they were like Xiao Bao just now. Although they had been lost for two years, they had a unique birthmark.
Or if they were like Qin Ya's cousin, who wore a pendant on his body and had a close-up photo of the pendant, then it was worth a try.
Although there were many people who had lost their children, there had been fewer in the past one or two years.
Most of the information that Mo Qiong found were lost for four to five years, or even more than ten years.
He even saw some who had been lost for 25 years and were still persistently searching …
If they had been lost for so long, even if they had any belongings, scars, or birthmarks, it would be meaningless. It had been too long, and things had changed.
For this kind of situation where even the biological parents might not be able to recognize the child, there was nothing he could do.
"In fact, even if my GPS shot the longevity lock, her cousin might not be there."
"It's been four years. Who knows who has the longevity lock?"
Mo Qiong shook his head. After all, it was the matter of the people around him. Even if the hope was slim, he had to try.
"Phew, the last person whose location has been confirmed is Zhao Mingjun …"
"He's actually in Qilu Province. This guy, how did he escape from the south to here?"
Mo Qiong looked at the display on the electronic map. Suddenly, the corresponding signal disappeared, and the GPS lost contact.
"Eh?"
The signal was still there, and it was in a static state. In other words, it was not damaged by something on the way. It was damaged after a long time after reaching the location and hitting the target.
"Was it discovered and then destroyed by someone …" Mo Qiong quickly thought of this possibility.
Zhao Mingjun was a wanted criminal who had been on the run for many years. He had not been caught for so many years, so he must be very meticulous.
He must have peeled off the sponge cover and destroyed it after knowing that there was a GPS inside.
At this moment, he must have left the location marked on the map.
Thinking of this, Mo Qiong thought to himself that it was troublesome. It was definitely not possible for him to just call the police now.
What should he say? Say that he saw Zhao Mingjun at this place? He had never even been to this place.
When the police ran over, Zhao Mingjun would definitely be gone.
For this kind of matter, Mo Qiong had to make a trip personally to confirm that he had found the target, Zhao Mingjun.
"Weifang shouldn't be too far away. I'll go there personally. When I get closer, I'll track him step by step and find him." Mo Qiong made up his mind. He picked up his phone and quickly booked a ticket.
Dengzhou was 250 kilometers to Weifang. It would take three hours by car. If he left early in the morning, he would arrive at 10 o 'clock.
Swoosh, swoosh, swoosh. He finished writing the leave request and placed it on the table.
He would just call the instructor tomorrow morning. Although classes were important, the 50,000 yuan was more important.
Zhao Mingjun was a walking 50,000 yuan in his eyes.
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