Chapter 76: Children's Home

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At the same time, Lu Yizhan and his colleagues were investigating the case of the missing child at the orphanage.

"You think this should be handled by the Interpol, or some special department?" Lu Yizhan's colleague's face didn't look too good, "Look at the CCTV footage of the missing child, it's not something we can handle!"

"Four kids heard a siren last night in the early hours of the morning, then lined up to go out and play in the central children's park, and the weirdest thing is that these kids didn't look hypnotized or sleepwalking, they were avoiding surveillance, which means they were all lucid, swinging in that little shitty children's park, and then an hour later, all of a sudden these kids were on surveillance and they were gone! Suddenly they were gone!"

The colleague said and started cursing, "Shit, but the kids are gone, and the equipment keeps moving, I didn't sleep well yesterday after watching the surveillance ......"

After saying this, Lu Yizhan's colleague couldn't help rubbing his arm, he got goose bumps: "There are only five children left, they were going to be transferred to other orphanages, but now with this incident at the hospital, everyone has to stay at the orphanage to be investigated, it's fucking weird!"

Lu Yizhan frowned, "Go and ask the dean first."

"Dean? I don't think she'll say anything." Lu Yizhan's colleague muttered, "The old woman didn't even report the child missing! If it wasn't for the mushroom poisoning at the hospital, which escalated the case to a higher level, we would have found four children missing when we came to strictly check the number of children, and no one would have known that there were children missing!"

"Then we'll have to go over and ask, too." Lu Yizhan's tone was steady, "She must know something."

In the dean's office, Muke's father has finished talking to the dean about the donation and has gone to talk to someone else, leaving the old dean alone.

The old dean sat in her chair, her eyes drooping as she looked at Lu Yizhan, who had come to her: "You ask me why my child is missing and why I didn't report it to the police?"

Lu Yizhan nodded, and the old director suddenly let out a laugh as she faltered and opened a drawer, pulling out a stack of returns and handing them to Lu Yizhan: "Young man, you're new here, aren't you? I've reported my children missing every time, but have you ever recovered them? So this time I just didn't report it, since our orphanage is closing down anyway."

Lu Yizhan frowned at the police report form handed to him by the old dean.

The oldest of these lists are from ten years ago, all of which were reported as missing children, but the investigative references were all [children running away on their own] and there was no follow-up.

"Every year our private orphanage holds a June 1 show for the well-wishers who have invested in our orphanage so that these money-spinning owners can see how the children they keep are doing, but every year after the June 1 show, children go missing from our orphanage, and the findings are that the children themselves have managed to run away. "

The old director said slowly, "At that time, your police still suspected us of abusing children in this orphanage, that's why the children [ran away from home], but the investigation found that there was no abuse here, it was just that these children wanted to run away on their own, and we didn't do anything out of the ordinary to these children, what with human organ trafficking and pedophile sex trade, you have investigated this place You've investigated this place and you haven't found anything?"

The old dean lifted his eyes, "Just very common, very ordinary children running away from home and then going missing."

"Missing children are hard to find, these little bean dots run out like a grain of rice falling into a sea of people, and your search for these children who are deliberately hiding from you is undoubtedly like looking for a needle in a haystack, so every year it goes nowhere."

Lu Yizhan's colleague couldn't help but interject: "But this time, when we look at the surveillance, the child was lost in the park while sitting on the swing! This is not a case of running out and disappearing!"

"It's so strange what you're saying, how could it happen? On the contrary, our surveillance is old and worn out after a long time." The old dean downplayed it, "Maybe it broke down and malfunctioned?"

Lu Yizhan's colleague was choking and had just tried to sternly question the old dean when he was stopped by Lu Yizhan.

Lu Yizhan asked calmly, "Dean, it's our fault that we couldn't find the children, but you should have reported them anyway, and you haven't reported them for more than one year, have you? I've just looked through your returns and there have been a few years where there were none, and you say that children have been missing every year, so what is the truth?"

The old dean was silent for a few minutes, turned and rummaged through the bookcase behind her, very inside where the dust had fallen, and pulled out a large file bag, she blew the dust off the top, pulled the top thread and pulled something like a photo album in a thick booklet from it, and opened it.

The first page is the [group photo of the 200x children's home cultural performance] - this is obviously the archive book of this private orphanage.

The picture shows dozens of small children standing somewhat restrainedly and haphazardly next to a crowd of successful men in suits, wearing the good-natured false smiles they have been taught a million times to love, with a little lipstick dotted on their foreheads and their lips painted red, gaudy and archaic.

"There are children missing every year, but it's true that I don't report them every year." The old director looked at the children in the photo and drew in a long tone, "This children's home won't last long even if someone drops a year or two of investment and it's going to close down, so it doesn't hurt to be straight with you about these old stories."

"A lot of the kids here are not really that well disciplined, to put it nicely they are called individualistic, to put it more harshly they are used to being wild and just like to run outside."

"Some of them didn't run away from home, they ran away with a crime."

The old dean said and turned to another page, this page was something like a diary of early childhood formation, it read: [Orphan Bai six, Xiao Ke and five others assaulted the investor who came to watch the performance after the June 1 performance, robbed the investor of his belongings and mobile phone, given the punishment of cleaning the whole hospital and fasting for one day, depending on whether to continue additional punishment afterwards].

"For example, these kids just beat up the investors after the rendezvous and then ran away that night and I didn't report it and let them run away with one eye open because if they didn't, these kids wouldn't have ended up very well in this orphanage that was invested in by these investors."

The old dean's finger nudged at that punishment, meaningfully, "At least the punishment can't be just a day's fasting."

"Dean, can I see the group photo?" Lu Yizhan's attention was elsewhere, and his face was as grave as it had ever been.

The director hands Lu Yizhan the file bag and Lu Yizhan flips to the previous page [the 200x group photo of the children's home cultural performance].

Even with his lipstick and a big red dot on his eyebrow, the child did not look funny, but had a very light, little girl beauty, but this beauty was spoiled by his unruffled eyes, which showed a precociousness beyond his years, and the other children looked as if they were all just a bunch of fools in his cold eyes, which was very annoying.

No one will be more familiar with this period of the face than Lu Yizhan.

Lu Yizhan's eyes did not move as he pointed to the child in this picture and looked up at Dean Old Xiang: "Who is this child? What is his name?"

"This kid?" The old dean looked at him for a moment, seemingly lost in memory, "He's the kid who led the fight and ran away from the investors, so I remember him well, when he came into the orphanage he only said his name was Bai, Bai six."

"No." Lu Yizhan propped his hands on the table with a snap and stared deadly at the old director, "His name is Bai Liu, he was once called Bai six, but he changed his name when he was fourteen and has never been called by that name since. He came out of the public orphanage with me, he couldn't have been in this private orphanage at the same time!"

"But ......" the old dean looked at Lu Yizhan with a somewhat confused look, "are you mistaken? The boy, Bai six, was found by investment shortly after he escaped, and he didn't get out of here, Bai six died not long after he was found."

"Dead? What was the cause ...... of his death?" Lu Yizhan asked in an odd tone of voice.

The old director sighed: "A very strange death, he ate a strange coin by mistake, which broke a hole in the middle and was swallowed into his windpipe, and he was gone in a few minutes, because he suffered some very bad things in this orphanage of ours, before he left and after he came back, so... . we all suspect Bai six of being a suicide."

Lu Yizhan moved his eyes stiffly to look at the black and white photograph of Bai six, whose face was devoid of expression, his eyelids drooping loosely, as if he were looking sleepily to the side, his hair dripping wet, as if soaked by the sweat of the performance. Lu Yizhan felt the weight of all this weirdness on his chest as he looked deathly at the slightly thin boy in the photo and felt himself gasping for air.

That was Bai Liu ten years ago.

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Bai Liu went up and picked up the doll next to the seesaw, it was a handmade doll, obviously the reference template was him, but the texture was very old, but there was a little trace of ribbon thread left on the leg of his doll, it felt like it should be a handmade gift doll - usually these gift dolls would have a gift on them or the date when it was made

Bai Liu turned the doll over to try and find a date and eventually found a handwritten line on the inside of the screwed off head.

This is indeed a ten year old doll.

Bai Liu has only been working for two or three years, and it was only after he started working that he started the social animal costume of the shirt and blazer on the doll. The coin hanging around Bai Liu's neck was given to him not long ago after he joined the game, a concrete vehicle for the system.

His current costume had been brought in ten years ago to order a doll and had been left with his head and limbs ripped off.

Bai Liu narrows his eyes.