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 living room with an

A childish voice

three years old raised an apple high in

little ingenuously and

standing beside

 But she really had

was sulking in the small

she heard the

she walked toward the direction

old

she thought the child fell and hurt

felt lucky to

seemed to be

"I want my mother..."

kept crying and wanted his

know how

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

thought of calling the police and handing him over to the police, but the next second,

here? I'll take

and looked at him

child seemed

because he saw that there was no one around and he was tired from crying, he got up and held her tightly with his little fat

dazzlediy, and Christina got

go now, but she didn't know which way to

night was getting darker outside the door, which

a big rooster about ten kilograms

carry

 A big rooster was

was a little

creature with her hands, suddenly there were cries of frightened cocks

into the

screeching sound of brakes and the headlights of the high-intensity white lights lit up the dark and desolate place

in the room looked

of them took off, seemed to be scared and chuckled

frightened and

was so frightened that she hugged the child tightly in her arms and

are you doing!"

looked at a large group of men in front of her

she spoke, the familiar figure

stunned

expressionless and very

for him, and

to say

or maybe it was their sudden appearance that surprised her too.He seemed

"What are you doing!"

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