Nian An was not opening his laptop, but squinting slightly and looking at the scene in front of him.
A father holds a five-year-old child above his head.
From time to time, laughter would come to his ears, and such laughter was so heart-warming.
At a certain moment, Nian An thought that he was probably envious.
I envy people who can live here since childhood, and I envy children who grow up in ordinary families.
They are as if they are protected in an ivory tower, and do not need to pay attention to the disputes in the outside world, nor do they need to make any efforts.
They just need to laugh, innocently romantic, carefree smile.
Nian'an's eyes were a little confused. He glanced at the clock hanging high not far away, and suddenly felt that so much time had passed.
It's approaching noon.
Although his mother knew about his abilities, it was his first time coming to this world.
No matter what, he just came to this city.
Nian'an thought so, picked up the phone and took a look, only to realize that it had been turned off.
I saw him slowly getting up and walking towards the exit.
At the same time, Luo Qingchen arrived at this level.
Probably due to the telepathy between mother and son, both Xiao Hong and Lao Xu went to other floors to look for Nian An, but only Luo Qingchen came to this floor.
Although Nian An is only five years old, looking at him, his appearance should be the kind that can be seen at a glance among the crowd.
But Luo Qingchen walked back and forth twice, but she didn't see Nian An.
Just as she was about to leave, a scream suddenly reached her eardrums.
"ah--"
A man in a windbreaker, holding a sharp knife in his hand, stepped on the ocean ball and looked at everyone surrounding him with a pair of wolf-like eyes.
In his hand was a boy who looked to be only three or four years old.
Luo Qingchen recognized him. This man was the man who wanted to abduct the girl who was rescued by Nian An on the street that day.
But why did he appear here again
"Let... let go of my son!"
"Don't come over here—" the man roared angrily: "If you dare to come over here, I will let your son die in front of you!"
"Calm down, calm down." The tall father suddenly became frightened. Seeing his son crying so miserably, he couldn't do anything about it.
"Why, why, why?" The man slashed the little boy's wrist with a knife and said, "Why do you always have cute children who can be your children, why can't I? What did my child do wrong? Why does this society want to do this to me?”
The blood on the little boy's wrist remained drop by drop for an instant.
His cries became louder and louder, but he didn't get any sympathy from the man in the trench coat.
Luo Qingchen looked at the man in front of her with her eyes closed through her sunglasses.
His eyes were full of bright red bloodshot eyes, and he looked very excited. His attention was not on the knife from beginning to end.
It proved that he held the little boy hostage not to threaten anything at all, but...
Just plan to kill him.
With such a sharp knife, just scratch the artery in the neck, and the boy's life would be over.
He didn't care, because it didn't matter to him whether the boy lived or died.
The commotion around him suddenly started. Luo Qingchen frowned tightly and continued like this. In less than a minute, the man would simply kill the little boy.