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

 Christina sat on a wooden chair in the small

A childish

little boy about three years old raised an apple high in his hand

smiled a little

little boy standing beside her feet

 But she really had

was sulking in the small

she heard

walked toward

the child under an old slide on the right side of

the child

carefully and felt lucky to find that the child was not

she seemed to

"I want my mother..."

kept crying and wanted

know how to

party was a three-year-old child, she still looked

him over to the police, but the next second, she was

here? I'll take

 She squatted down and

seemed to understand

was tired from crying, he got

came here dazzlediy, and Christina got lost in

go now, but she

the door, which

came in with a big rooster about ten kilograms in her right

can carry this rooster

 A big rooster was

was a little

up the living creature with her hands, suddenly there

black sports cars rushed into the old district, disturbing the

sound of brakes and the headlights of the high-intensity white lights lit

in the room looked at

of them took off, seemed

the old woman looked frightened and bewildered as she watched a group of tall, strange

she hugged the child tightly in her

doing!"  Christina

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

soon as she spoke, the familiar figure appeared

was stunned

Patrick was expressionless and

way for him, and

to

dazzling, or maybe it was their sudden appearance that surprised

"What are you doing!"

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