Kill crazy! The real daughter rushed to rectify the rich family!

The iron gate swayed slightly, with a long, cold creak. One could imagine the rusty iron railings swaying gently in the night, with the street lights shining on them, reflecting a cold light like broken stars.

The old man waved his hands in the rocking chair: "It's just the wind. We haven't changed the door for a long time."

He brought the topic back to the topic: "Ms. Tu, please don't tell Eleven about what we just talked about... She will definitely be very unhappy."

"I know." Tu Wan said, "You are my elder, just call me Xiao Tu, no need to be so polite."

……

The night is getting darker.

In the end, Tu Wan was the only one left on the roof.

She sat on the chair, looked up at the Milky Way which was getting brighter and brighter, then she picked up the paintings on the stool one by one and stared at the night sky for a long time.

“So you drew it in a place like this.”

She murmured something, her eyes seeming to see through the worn and yellowed drawing paper and see the shadow of the owner of the painting, who was writing at his desk in the night.

I don’t know how long I stayed on the rooftop, but when Tu Wan went downstairs, my body felt cold from the wind.

But she was still not sleepy at all, so she planned to quietly hide the "garbage" in her hands in the car, and then tour the orphanage at night - although she had already toured the entire orphanage during the day, she thought that the experience at night would be different.

Thinking of this, Miss Tu went downstairs absent-mindedly, holding the paint tray in one hand and the torn drawing paper in the other, and walked straight to the gate of the orphanage.

Just after she left the building and looked up to see the iron gate, her steps suddenly slowed down - she almost forgot that the orphanage would lock its doors at night, so wouldn't she have to climb over... the wall?

The pace that was originally just slowing down came to a complete halt.

After a few seconds, she walked over slowly.

The Flower Box also uses an old hollow iron door. The iron door needs to be opened completely only when a car enters or exits, but people only need to open a small iron door embedded in the main door.

There is always a lock hanging on the iron gate. The lock is open during the day, and someone will naturally lock the door at night.

It was 1:30 in the morning, and the door should have been locked long ago, but...

Tu Wan reached out and lifted the old-fashioned big lock. The lock ring that seemed to be fastened in the keyhole shook twice, and she pulled it out lightly.

Then the whole lock fell into her hands.

The wind blew the small door, making a long creaking sound.

It was the noise she heard on the rooftop two hours ago.

Tu Wan's pupils suddenly shrank, and she turned around and walked quickly towards the backyard, while at the same time calling Ye Kong - she had always kept this number in her mobile phone, and had never called it in person, but she had added an "A" prefix in the notes, and it was also the only contact in her address book with an alphabetic prefix.

The number was dialed and the call was quickly connected. The girl seemed to have had a rare early nap today, and her voice was hazy, making people reluctant to disturb her.

Tu Wan, however, poured cold water on her mercilessly: "Where is Xiaocao's room? I'm afraid you need to go check it out right away - the door of the orphanage is not locked."

"..."

There was a crackling sound and a muffled sound over there.

Tu Wan frowned: "Did you fall?"

Without waiting for a response, she had already strode past the teaching building, turned around the yard and saw a door that suddenly opened.

Ye Kong was walking out with her clothes on. After taking a few steps, one of her shoes fell off. She jumped back on one foot and put it on. Tu Wan walked over and held her arm to prevent her from falling again.

"It's on the third floor." Ye Kong held her hand with his backhand, "Right above my room, if you can run fast, go check it out first."

Tu Wan nodded and rushed forward. Ye Kong then bent down and rubbed his knees with a "hiss", then limped to the stairs and waited.

Miss Tu was indeed one of the most athletically competent people of the second generation. Ye Kong felt like she came down in less than a minute.

"The door is open and there is no one in the bed."

Tu Wan frowned tightly.

Ye Kong's face and expression turned completely cold.

The next second she decisively took out her cell phone and dialed 110.

"This is the Flower Box Orphanage, and someone is stealing children."

·

The police quickly called Director Sun to confirm, and then the entire orphanage woke up.

This was the only building in the wilderness that suddenly became brightly lit.

The two supercars parked in front of the door soon turned on their headlights and drove out in two different directions. The children in the yard gathered together and talked hurriedly.

"Did Xiaocao secretly run away with her parents because Eleven disagreed?"

"Impossible, Xiaocao won't sneak away."

"That's not necessarily true. Didn't Xiaocao always want a father and a mother?"

"But Eleven told her not to do that, but she still..."

"Don't talk nonsense." Xiao Zhi sat in the crowd like a little adult, his face gloomy and unlike a child of his age, "She definitely didn't do it voluntarily, that couple stole her away."

"Can Eleven find Xiaocao back?"

"Definitely!"

"But what if they left by car or plane?"

"What if they have already left the flower box, or even left Gotham City? It's like a drop in the ocean..."

"I learned an idiom and used it inaccurately! It should be like a drop of water falling into the sea..."

·

The children's messy noise could not reach Ye Kong's ears.

She sat in the passenger seat of the Bugatti, propped up her face and quietly looked out the window at the silent and deserted night.

Tu Wan, who was sitting in the driver's seat, also remained silent. He simply stepped on the accelerator again and again, allowing the Bugatti, which already had unrivaled performance, to perform at its best, speeding along the winding mountain road like an afterimage.

About ten minutes later, Ye Kong's phone suddenly vibrated.

She looked down and saw that it was a surveillance video sent by the dean.

Although the Flower Box looks shabby on the outside, the security work is very well done, from inside to outside. In addition to the children's dormitories and bathrooms, even the classrooms are equipped with cameras.

In the speeding sports car, Ye Kong endured the dizziness and watched both videos sent by the old man.

The first one is the corridor camera on Xiaocao’s floor.

In recent days, in order to improve her relationship with her daughter, her biological mother has been sleeping on the floor in Xiaocao's room with Xiaocao's consent.

The time in the upper right corner showed 11 o'clock in the evening, exactly one hour after the aunt's ward rounds.

The woman wrapped the child in a blanket and walked out of the room quietly.

The two of them closed the door carefully, as if they wanted to shut it completely, but the door was old and the latch made a crisp sound when they tried to close it tightly, so they gave up halfway and walked silently into the stairwell, hunched over, holding the child.

The second video is the gate of the orphanage.

From a top-down perspective, a dim light illuminated the man's extremely cautious and slow movement of unlocking the door with a key. After a long creaking sound as if blown by the wind, the man stepped out of the door first, followed by the woman holding the child.

Then quickly, they walked out of the camera's range.

The street lights illuminated the empty ground in front of the iron gate.

Ye Kong gritted his teeth silently and turned off his phone.