When the little boy cried out "Granny Yu," Tan Yunlong’s ears imdiately perked up.
He had just ntioned "Granny Yu" to his son in the morning, and by noon his son had called to say that they’d found the body of the missing Tang Qiuying.
At the sa ti, he was asked to bring the case file about "Granny Yu," saying that he had just visited the dorm room on the sa floor and heard a classmate, still in bed, sleep-talking about "Granny Yu."
So, he suspected that this classmate might have been trafficked to Fujian, and the classmate’s na was Lin Shuyou.
Tan Yunlong certainly didn’t believe such nonsense, but he knew that if his son dared to speak so confidently before him, he must be bluffing using his authority.
Since Xiao Yuan wanted the case file, he would surely provide it.
And sure enough, the clue connected.
Tan Yunlong had grown accustod to this.
However, upon hearing the small boy called Yongyong excitedly change his self-reference to "Beibei," Tan Yunlong also let out a sigh of relief.
Under current conditions, not only is it difficult to search for abducted children, but it’s also not easy to find the birth parents of rescued trafficked children.
Traffickers often prefer to abduct very young children and then quickly move them by long-distance bus or train.
The more experienced trafficking groups don’t limit their operation area to a city or province but instead designate regions for abduction and sale based on "north, east, south, and west."
Young children have poor mories and soon forget their past; parents may lose the effectiveness of their records of their child’s appearance and habits within six months to a year.
What’s more despicable is that so traffickers, even if caught, still deliberately conceal the facts of their cris.
Tan Yunlong had also seen too many haggard parents who carried pictures and toys from their child’s infancy, desperately searching for their child over many years.
He was a father himself and could understand their profound sorrow and pain.
If Yongyong—ah no, if Beibei could recall more details, could pinpoint a province or a city, it would be a huge help in finding his birth parents.
Tan Yunlong kept looking at the youth through the rearview mirror, hoping he would have a way.
"Uncle Tan, Beibei’s hungry, let’s stop up ahead to buy so snacks."
"Xiao Yuan, how long do you need?"
"Wait for to call you back to the car."
Tan Yunlong parked the car on the side of the road ahead, got out, and waved to a police car and a motorcycle passing by to go ahead, then he pointed to a nearby convenience store.
The colleagues returned to the station first.
Tan Yunlong stepped away from the police car, stood under a utility pole, took out a cigarette, and lit it. Although his gaze wandered, his attention never left the vicinity of the police car.
As an apprehender of suspects, with a trafficked child in the car, he should logically return to the station to proceed with the official process without too much delay, but when he got out of the car, he didn’t urge Li Zhiyuan to hurry, not even reminding him to be quick.
Because he knew that the noisy environnt of the police station made it difficult to arrange a private space for Xiao Yuan and Beibei without disturbance.
Good, it seems Xiao Yuan had a plan.
Tan Yunlong bit his cigarette, glanced again at the police car, and through the window, he saw Li Zhiyuan putting a talisman on Beibei’s forehead.
The cigarette in his mouth shook, and ashes fell onto his clothes.
Tan Yunlong hastily patted them off and then looked away.
Inside the police car, Beibei, who had been given a Heart Clearing Charm, stopped crying.
The Heart Clearing Charm, ant for the living, served to drive away any evil spirit influence; even if there was no evil spirit, wearing it could soothe and calm one’s mind.
Sure enough, Beibei stopped crying. He wiped his tears and quietly looked at the brother in front of him.
Li Zhiyuan put a pen in front of him, indicating for him to focus on the pen in his hand, then step by step, guided Beibei into his hypnosis rhythm.
Li Zhiyuan hadn’t formally studied psychology or hypnosis, but he had been studied for psychological issues and been hypnotized many tis.
Although it hadn’t cured his illness, he certainly had beco a "patient turned doctor."
Beibei’s eyelids gradually closed, entering a "you ask, I answer" phase led by Li Zhiyuan.
Li Zhiyuan didn’t imdiately ask about "Granny Yu," because this mory would cause strong stimulation to the young boy, leading to failed hypnosis. Thus, he first inquired about the deep mories of a "young father and mother" from the boy’s life.
A young child’s faculties, including language and concepts, are immature. You have to unsettle your own established thinking and cognition to accept the "descriptions" they provide, and then interpret and integrate these descriptions.
Fortunately, this wasn’t difficult for Li Zhiyuan—not because he was also young, but because his study of Feng Shui often involved descriptions far more abstract and obscure than a child’s world by many tis.
Tan Yunlong’s cigarette was finished, so he went into the convenience store, bought so drinks, snacks, and two packs of cigarettes. With one big kid and one little kid in the police car, he really wasn’t concerned about safety issues.
When he ca out with the goods, he saw Beibei sitting in the car sobbing, and Li Zhiyuan looked at him and waved.
Tan Yunlong opened the car door, got back in, and while passing the snacks and drinks back, he asked:
"How’s it going, Xiao Yuan?"
Li Zhiyuan presented him with a piece of paper containing many odd descriptions and so phonetic symbols.
By intuition, Tan Yunlong judged them to be Beibei’s residual mories of his true hotown.
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