At about seven o'clock in the evening.It was supposed to be quiet, but the area was noisy, making people restless.

Under the dim sky, the people who were in a hurry, with their bright flashlights on, were holding printed color photos in their hands.

This was a photo of a woman wearing Chanel’s latest summer outfit, a loose lavender floral dress with white standing collar and a pair of black snake-printed flats.

She had a delicate face and had black, curly and supple hair that was long to her waist...

"Hello, have you seen this woman before..."

 "If you have any impression, you can tell us and we will give you rewards..."

 The evening was especially bustling for Clifton District.

A group of tall and sturdy men, strangely looking around, asked about a woman.

The residents of the old district started to make a commotion, and everyone was thinking seriously.

Because it was said that if they could find the woman, they would be offered a huge windfall of million dollars.

"Who is her?"

 People got curious.

At this moment, the woman in the loose lavender floral dress with a white standing collar was in an inconspicuous tiled house in the innermost part of the old district.

Christina was at a loss and was trying to communicate with the old woman.

"I just happened to meet your grandson in the park and bring him back...Don’t cook for me.I'm leaving..."

 "Do you have a phone here?"

 Christina spoke in standard Mandarin and put her hand in her ear, meaning that she wanted to make a phone call, "I want to make a phone call home.I'm afraid my family will look for me..."

 The old woman in front of her was about seventy years old.She was in simple and clean clothes, smiled kindly and spoke in tongues, "Please sit here for a while.We're about to have dinner:"

 Christina was about to go crazy.She couldn't communicate with the old woman.

Looking at the dark sky outside the door, she became more and more flustered.

She kept emphasizing, hoping that the other party could understand her meaning, "I want to make a call.Is there a phone? A phone!"

 "My grandson is naughty.I am so worried about him.Thank you for sending him back..."

 But the old woman was still thanking Christina.

As the old woman spoke, she seemed to have suddenly remembered something.

She turned around excitedly and walked out the door, mumbling as she walked, "..I'll go grab a rooster and let you bring it back."

 What was she talking about? Christina only heard the word "rooster".

want rooster.I'm going

sat on a wooden chair in the small living room with an

A

little boy about three years old raised an apple high

a little ingenuously and looked

at the little boy standing beside her feet and took his

 But she really had no

was sulking in the small

she heard the

curiosity, she walked toward the direction

found the child under an old slide on the right side of the

thought the child fell and

felt lucky to find that

seemed to

"I want my mother..."

child kept crying and wanted his

know how

other party was a three-year-old child,

police, but the

near here? I'll take you

down and looked

seemed

because he saw that there was no one around and he was tired from crying, he got up and

she came here dazzlediy, and Christina got

wanted to go now, but she didn't

outside the door, which

a big rooster about ten

can carry

rooster was handed directly

was a

hands, suddenly there were cries of frightened cocks and dogs

black sports cars rushed into the old district,

the high-intensity white lights lit up the

in the room looked at it in

rooster in front of them took

and the old woman looked frightened and

child tightly in her arms and squatted

are you doing!"  Christina looked

large group of men in front of her and immediately stood up

as soon as she spoke, the familiar figure

was stunned

Patrick was expressionless and

sides made way for him, and

wanted to say

house were too dazzling, or maybe it was their sudden appearance that

"What are you doing!"

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