I have special communication skills

Chapter 43 Night Detective
After hearing this, Jing Chu said in a deep voice, "We must pry their mouths open as soon as possible to know the specific location of the seller and their trading method. We don't have much time."

Chang Yan is proficient in criminal psychology and is also good at using psychological tactics, so he can cooperate with him in the interrogation room to achieve better results.

But those people are not in a hurry. There are no other reasons. Buying a child is not a felony, and the maximum sentence is only a few years. I don’t know how many infertile families in China bought a child, and how many of them are in jail?Abducting and selling is a felony, but buying is not necessarily the case.

What's wrong with them just buying a few children to beg for food, can't they?Most were child abuse, but none were seriously injured.

So they don't have much psychological pressure.

But if the seller is confessed, they will just walk away without food. They are much more ruthless, and they will not be able to get along in Nancheng anymore.

Why did Miao Fang recruit?Isn't it because she is afraid that those people will retaliate against her.

Therefore, for the sake of their lives, they would never open such a mouth.

This procrastination dragged on until after twelve o'clock, and there was still no progress at all. Wu Tao was so angry that he wanted to beat someone up, but he was stopped. Jing Chu had already smoked several cigarettes, and he was the only one in the empty smoking room. .

This way, he thought, won't work, so I'm afraid I'll have to go in another direction.

He dialed Cong Jun's phone: "What's going on with you?"

"I asked a friend to inquire about it, but it's hard to tell. There is not only one company in Nancheng who is in this business. I still don't know who kidnapped people and whether they sold them."

"Can you find a way to find a way to buy people?" Jing Chu explained the situation on his side, "It may be difficult for them to speak up. We still have to figure out a way by ourselves."

Cong Jun said: "I asked people how many phone numbers they got. They are all dedicated to selling news. I will try to see if I can buy useful news."

Although he was not familiar with the place in Nancheng, he entrusted a friend and got connected with a small boss here. Money can turn ghosts around. This truth is no exception everywhere.

It took a long time for the news to be sent out before there was an exciting message back: "What kind of transaction partner do you want?"

Cong Jun immediately regained his spirits.

Yang Mianmian was not idle either, she looked at the building in front of her, her hands and feet were cold and she didn't move.

The news came half an hour ago. She rode here in the wind and snow at night, never expecting to see the scene in front of her.

It is a three-story old house in the old city, with a small yard outside. The house has been in disrepair for a long time, and it looks like it is old. The key is that there is a small sign outside the door: Love Welfare Institute .

The degree of destruction of the whole thing was beyond Yang Mianmian's imagination. She watched there for a long time, even if she was speechless: "It's really..." She couldn't help confirming, "The children in their family are all Was it kidnapped?"

The telegraph pole said: "Yes, everyone knows it. It just shows that the kung fu is good, and they have been careful not to reveal their flaws, so they have never been discovered."

There are many welfare homes in Nancheng, most of which are private organizations, with good and bad conditions, and most of the funds come from donations from the public, and the Love Welfare Institute is one of them.

This orphanage is not very eye-catching in Nancheng. It is said that a rich man bought it and donated it to the orphanage many years ago. The building has been around for a long time, and vegetables are planted on the open space outside. Because it is winter now, it looks barren. Yes, there is an iron fence that is half a person's height outside, and occasionally I see a few older children helping an old woman choose vegetables and beans in the open space, but I don't know if these children are particularly shy or what, if someone accosts them, they will hide in the house inside.

There was an older girl who would talk to her neighbors, but even the sound of playing was rarely seen on weekdays, and some people thought it was weird, but thinking about it, there were some disabled children there, maybe they were very sensitive and shy , For such a long time, no one has doubted it.

All in all, the Love Orphanage is a very low-key existence. It has never been on TV. It houses only about a dozen children. Every day, an old woman goes in and out to buy vegetables. That old woman is dumb. communicated with her.

"It seems that it's too low-key." Yang Mianmian felt that there must be something famous in it.

It stands to reason that the funds of the orphanage come from donations or government appropriations, so they will definitely try to get more money. Manager, don't the children want to eat?

However, the Love Welfare Institute is too low-key, it's almost horrifying to think about it.

"Ah!" Yang Mianmian shuddered, it was really a sin to stand outside in the cold wind in the winter, especially now that it was snowing again, it was so cold that her nose was about to fall off.

She stomped her feet, decided to find a safe place to park the car, and then went in to find out.

"Say hello to everyone and make it easier for me." She touched the iron gate outside and said, "I'm not a thief."

Tiemen nodded calmly: "I know, you are here to save people, and we will help you."

Yang Mianmian has a flexible figure, climbing a wall as if playing, and slipped in. The downstairs door was originally locked, but everyone had unified the idea of ​​helping those trapped girls, so the lock rattled. Da, it's on.

The door opened slightly enough for her to squeeze in sideways, Yang Mianmian squeezed in, and the door closed again without a sound.

In the darkness, Yang Mianmian could only hear soft whispers: "They are all in the basement, those children are on the second floor, Granny Zhao is taking care of them."

Yang Mianmian thought for a while, and decided not to touch the bad luck of those people, but to find out the situation here first.

The first floor is the face for people to see. It is the normal kitchen, dining room and a decent classroom of the orphanage. There are even a few children's paintings on the walls, with poor brushwork.

She walked around on the ground floor, but didn't see anything of value, so she went up to the second floor. Most of the doors on the second floor were tightly closed, with iron locks on the doors.

"This is a place to sleep." Tiesuo whispered, "It's not that we don't want to let them go, we just let them go, and they won't be able to escape."

Yang Mianmian nodded, and saw a faint voice coming from the other side of the room, she leaned over curiously, the door was not closed tightly, and through the gap she saw a bald man punching and kicking a little girl while scolding: "TMD If you can't pinch your shoulders, what else can you do?"

A little girl curled up in a corner with her head in her arms, whimpering and crying, not knowing whether she was calling her father or mother.

The man was upset when he heard that, and kicked the girl hard in the stomach: "Damn it, why are you crying? I'm so upset by crying."

Another man lit a cigarette: "If you lose your temper, you lose your temper. It's okay to hit you twice to vent your anger. Don't break it. One can be sold for a lot of money, or the boss will lose his temper again."

"Brother, I'm just aggrieved on your behalf. You said that we have contributed a lot, but what about the money? It's just a fraction! I don't mind it. I'm just an errand runner, but you are different!" He drank Mouthing Erguotou, he slapped the table hard, "I just feel unconvinced! If the third child doesn't say anything, the second child is nothing!"

The other man also looked ugly, took a puff of his cigarette, looked at another older girl in the room and said, "Xiaoqi, take her out."

The girl named Xiaoqi was delicate and handsome, and she was neatly dressed. She stood beside her all the time, her eyebrows were pleasing to the eye, and she was very docile. When she heard him speak, she obediently helped the young girl up and walked out.

The girl's eyes were full of tears, but she didn't dare to cry now, her legs were so trembling that she couldn't stand on the ground, she was almost pushed out by Xiaoqi.

She collapsed as soon as she came out of this door, but she didn't even have the strength to cry, she just sobbed softly, as if she was about to die at any moment.

While supporting her, Xiaoqi patted her on the back to comfort her: "It's okay, it's okay, let's go to grandma's to get some medicine, just bear with it."

"Sister Xiaoqi, will we all be like this in the future?" She looked at Xiaoqi sobbingly, like a frightened little rabbit, with red eyes, "I want to go home, I miss my parents. "

Xiaoqi looked at her silently, unable to return to the question of the girl who was less than ten years old.

Seeing them walking away, Yang Mianmian came out from the corner where she was hiding. After thinking for a while, she turned around and went up to the third floor.

The third floor is the so-called office area, and now there is no one there, so Yang Mianmian opened the door openly and went in to see if he could find anything interesting.

The desktop computer on the table is honest: "I'm just a decoration, they rarely use computers."

"Then what contact person do they usually use?" Yang Mianmian said, "If others want to contact them to buy someone, how do they buy it?"

The computer hesitated for a moment, not quite sure: "It seems to be asking the third child."

"The third one?"

"Well, yes, the boss seldom shows up, the second one buys goods, the third one makes contact, and the fourth one is here to watch people, the one downstairs with short hair and the one with the bald head who tends to be violent."

Yang Mianmian: "...Then how many children are there in total?"

"Nineteen, it seems that someone will take a batch away in two days." The computer's tone was extremely sentimental, "I heard that they were sold abroad. It happened several times before, and they never saw each other again."

The cabinet who had been watching suddenly spoke up: "That person is perverted, he likes to abuse children, he bought several last year, and all of them died, so this time he came again, you have to rescue them all before he comes. "

Yang Mianmian: "I am Alexander."

She was running around in the office like a headless chicken. This time, unlike Hu Yilin, she had to be more cautious, and to save the lives of those children to the greatest extent, it was more troublesome.

"Give me the number of the third child first, they are usually the sellers who call this number?"

"Yes." Everyone was very sure, "He made the call from this office."

But they were a little embarrassed about the phone number, and they whispered for a while before saying: "We don't know the phone number, so we need to ask the third child's mobile phone."

"Where's the phone?"

"The third child has gone out to discuss business, or you can ask the fourth child's mobile phone."

The fourth child's mobile phone... This is a bit difficult. She can't get too close, or she will be discovered. After thinking about it, she asked, "Can you help me pass a message? Let everyone ask for help."

"Yes." Wall nodded calmly, "Wait a minute."

After a while, the wall sent back the mobile phone number of the third child through the vein of the fourth child's mobile phone-pants-table-floor-wall.

Yang Mianmian memorized it, and asked again: "Is there anyone who is going to be sold recently?"

"Not in the past few days, the latest time is three nights later, most of the children will be sold." Everyone told her seriously, "You must hurry up, just tell us if you need any help. "

Yang Mianmian waved his hand: "I have to think about what to do about this matter."

(End of this chapter)