The old man glanced at Li Huan, a white light flashed in the corner of his eyes, and he cursed in his heart, where did this idiot come from
The old man used the back of a kitchen knife to chop the door lock a few times, and the small lock was chopped off. After removing the lock, he pushed the door open.
Cheng Qiao took out another flashlight, and the two flashlights illuminated the room. The old man was very envious, thinking that this young couple must have some wealth, as they actually had two flashlights.
The small house became clear with just one look. There was a bed made of door panels in the corner, but there was nothing on the bed, only a piece of worn-out door panel.
There is also a small square stool next to the door panel, and a glass bottle of pickles is placed on the stool.
There were no pickles in the glass bottle, but there was some boiled water. However, under the strong light of the flashlight, a thin layer of ice had formed on the top of the water, and there seemed to be tiny reptiles moving in the water below.
There was a rickety square table near the door, propped up with bricks. There were messy bowls and chopsticks, as well as a few wine bottles, on the table.
Cheng Qiao originally wanted to let the little red-head come out and smell the things used by Wu Fan's childhood friend, but the old man's cloudy eyes were staring at the two of them like searchlights.
Cheng Qiao turned off the flashlight, and Li Huan shone the flashlight on the roof. The little red head appeared silently, but it just circled the house and came directly to Cheng Qiao's feet.
"Well, you've seen it, there's nothing here except garbage. Let's go, I'm closing the shop."
Cheng Qiao felt the helplessness of Little Redhead. It was too dirty here, and the various smells made it impossible for Little Redhead to tell which smell was that of that little punk.
What's more, Little Redhead was better at identifying medicinal materials, and it was really difficult for Little Redhead to stay in such a dirty and messy place. After putting Little Redhead into the space, the two left in disappointment.
"Go to the train station or the bridge tunnel. This guy likes to run there."
The old man also saw the deep disappointment on Cheng Qiao's face, and couldn't help but think of the two dollars he didn't get back. His heart ached, and he shouted at the backs of Cheng Qiao and the others.
Li Huan turned around and waved to express his gratitude, and the two returned to Wu Fan's home. When Wu Fan saw them coming back, nervousness appeared in his eyes.
Originally, he was very happy to see Cheng Qiao and Li Huan leave. He thought that if he could wake up the neighbors next door with a shout and ask them to take him to the hospital, he would be able to escape.
I never expected that Cheng Qiaodu would walk to the door and put another pill into my mouth. Just by the familiar taste, I knew that my hopes were dashed.
When Li Huan and Cheng Qiao went out and closed the door, Wu Fan used all his strength to sit up. As long as he walked out of the door, he could call for help.
But as soon as he exerted force, his whole body ached as if thousands of steel needles were piercing his flesh. He dared not move at all, but even though he did not move, the pain continued.
He wanted to shout but couldn't, and his whole body ached when he wanted to move. Wu Fan finally understood the power of the poisons invented by Ye Jun. Making his skin itchy for two days was just a minor punishment.
Wu Fan is feeling a little regretful now. If he doesn't have a son, then he doesn't have a son. The worst that can happen is that he can adopt a baby from an orphanage. As long as he keeps the secret well, no one will know that this is not his biological child.
But there is no medicine for regret in the world. He hopes that Ah San will come back so that Cheng Qiao and Li Huan can take their son back, so that he still has a chance of detoxification.
But when he heard the door open, he knew that his expectations were dashed. Cheng Qiao poured a teacup of water for Wu Fan, placed it next to Wu Fan's bed, and put a wheat straw in the teacup.
Seeing Cheng Qiao doing this, Wu Fan became anxious. Is she going to starve herself to death? No, there are still three days before the meeting with Asan. As long as he has water, he will not starve to death.
Cheng Qiao and Li Huan returned home. Cheng Qiao took out the map of the capital and began to study it. In fact, in the past few days, in addition to the Li family, Cheng Liguo, the Zhao family and Ye Jun were all looking for little Cheng Li.
Ye Jun contacted Ye Chengying on the day Cheng Qiao got on the train. Ye Chengying took it very seriously and secretly sent his people in Beijing to start searching.
However, the capital city was too big and there were too many slums. They could not search the courtyard houses and some bungalows at will, so the search work made no progress at all.
It was not until Cheng Qiao came back and found Wu Fan on the sixth night that Wu Fan was finally carried out by several men and brought to a strange but warm house.
At this moment, Wu Fan was in a miserable state, with untidy beard, his feces and urine were all in his trouser pockets, his stomach was growling with hunger, and he looked extremely listless.
Fortunately, these people gave him a pill, and half an hour later, his numb limbs seemed to have regained feeling, and his arms and feet could move slightly.
Wu Fan was ecstatic and kept moving his limbs. After an hour, he was finally able to stand up and even walk unsteadily.
At this time, Wu Fan saw a wooden barrel in the corner with half a bucket of water in it. He knew that it should be used for his bath.
The water inside was actually cold, but Wu Fan felt that he smelled too bad, so he washed his face first, then gritted his teeth and climbed into the cold water.
In the winter in the north, taking a bath with such cold water would keep him lying down for half a month if he didn't die. But Wu Fan came from a large family and he absolutely couldn't stand being dirty.
He quickly washed himself and threw himself on the kang. The room was so warm, the kang must be heated. Wu Fan still had some common sense.
When he warmed up, he saw some clean clothes on the kang and breathed a sigh of relief. He was counting the days. Tomorrow was the day he would meet Asan.
Cheng Qiao and Li Huan did not sleep all night and went to the Ancient City Tower early the next morning. While eating breakfast at the state-owned restaurant at the entrance of the Ancient City Tower, they watched the road, waiting for Ye Chengying's men to bring Wu Fan over.
Wu Fan was also eating breakfast in the house. He hadn't eaten for two days, so he could only drink some porridge. But just after he finished half a bowl of porridge, someone took him out.
Wu Fan was shocked when he saw the car parked at the door. This kind of car could only be owned by the leaders of large units or government agencies. Could it be that he had alarmed some important person
The car quickly arrived at the ancient city tower. Wu Fan stood at the place he and Asan had agreed on. Time passed minute by minute, and finally a man appeared.
It was just that the man appeared alone, and there was no little Cheng Li beside him. Wu Fan's eyes widened: "Where is the child?"
Asan lowered his head guiltily. Cheng Qiao wanted to go over but was stopped by Li Huan. If he wanted to know the truth, he could only wait for a while.
"What's going on? Tell me quickly."
When Wu Fan saw that Ah San didn't say anything, his voice became hoarse with anxiety.