Chapter 572
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Tan Siwei lowered his head in shame, "Yes. The murderer is meticulous and didn't leave any clues. This may be the last time he makes a move. If we don't seize this opportunity, it may be difficult to catch him. But if we take such a risk, I can't guarantee the safety of the children. "
Ning Shu understood what he meant. The murderer was cruel by nature. Previously, he had thrown a broken finger to the Imperial Mausoleum as a demonstration. It was a small finger, only an inch long. It was soft like a newly sprouted willow branch in spring. But the willow branch was broken before it had time to grow new leaves. In case the murderer found out during the tracking process, they really couldn't guarantee that the murderer wouldn't take the opportunity to kill the children in desperation.
Hui Mo frowned, "Then what should we do? If we save the children, we can't catch the murderer. If we catch the murderer, we may harm a child. We have to make a choice between one child and four missing children. Isn't this a hopeless situation? "
Thinking about it made people bald.
The noisy sound of cicadas kept knocking on their ears, making people upset. It was already sunset, but the boredom didn't disappear. Instead, it made people more anxious because of the current situation. A drop of sweat slipped from her eyebrows into her eyes. Ning Shu closed her eyes. It was very painful.
The golden and purple sky fell at a speed visible to the naked eye, like rapid drumbeats, urging people to make a decision quickly. Ning Shu took a long breath, "Let's find the children around here first. We don't have the right to risk other people's lives, and we can't decide for them whether to be heroes or not."
They no longer entangled and divided into two groups to inquire about the neighbors here. Hui Mo was responsible for standing on a high place to see if there were any suspicious people.
"There is a family at the end of the street who just gave birth to a child last year. He hasn't learned to speak yet. He is in his mother's arms all day long, so we can rule him out." Tan Siwei ran over with a head full of sweat. His face was flushed red as he explained the information he had just discovered. "There's a fourteen-year-old boy at the end of the alley. Although he's not yet an adult, he's already begun to take shape. He can't be considered a child. He's currently working as an apprentice in the scissors workshop. The family next door has an eight-and-a-half-year-old child who fits the age, but he's recently taken the child back to his mother's home and isn't here. Oh right, there's a thirteen-year-old girl in the alley. She fled to the capital with her parents during the famine a few years ago. Because her left leg is injured, she doesn't go out often and doesn't have much contact with outsiders. "
Ning Shu nodded, "So far, among the targets that the murderer has chosen, the oldest is Ling 'er, who is ten years old, and the youngest is Zhao Mian' er, who is seven years old. They are both children who are neither too old nor too young, who often come into contact with outsiders. They have their own ideas, and are at an age where they are easily influenced by others. Based on this analysis, the possibility of these children being targeted by the murderer is not high. "
Tan Siwei wiped the sweat off his forehead. His eyes were focused on Ning Shu's figure. "That's all I've found out. Miss Ning, how are things on your side?"
Ning Shu's pink lips were tightly pursed. She didn't know where to start. She grabbed Tan Siwei's sleeve and said, "Shaoqing, come with me to take a look."
Tan Siwei blinked his eyes suspiciously and ran after Ning Shu. It wasn't until they stood in front of the dilapidated building under the old pagoda tree in the west that he opened his mouth in shock. It was only then that he understood why Ning Shu had such a difficult expression.
That was because the small building could no longer be considered a house. Half of the building had already collapsed, and only the other half was still hanging on. A broken beam lay across the building, ready to fall at any time, leaking light and wind everywhere. A broken table was picked up from somewhere. It only had three legs, and one of them had to be tied to a pillar to barely stand. Other than the broken table and two low stools, the few straw mats in the corner were the only belongings in the house.
On the straw mats, four lean little beggars were gathered together. They gritted their teeth and glared at the group of unfamiliar "villains" with their clear black and white eyes.
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