Galactic Garbage Station

“Mr. Sue, what brings you here?” The whistleblower is a middle-aged woman who looks forty or fifty years old, with white hair and wrinkles, and looks very muddy.

“Teacher Zhang, it has been a long time since you called me Mr. Su, just like before.” Su Yanwen was surprised and polite. This middle-aged woman, his junior high language teacher, Zhang Yenwen, was a gentle and gentle person. She was a good teacher with a rare heart and care for her students. Su Yanwen was very impressed with her.

However, I heard that her husband was a lazy gambler and owed a lot of money to others. The family was often found by the debtors. Life was unbearable. She couldn't bear it. She was also worried about the future of her son, so she divorced her husband, left Qingyun Town and took her son to the city.

“Alan, it's been a long time indeed.” Zhang Yenwen remembered the tunnel. She had seen the news of Su Xiao. She knew that Su Xiao was no longer the naughty little child, but had become a star and a rich and powerful successful person. Years apart, I don't know what Su Zheng's character is now. Some people were cute and kind when they were young. After growing up and having the right to have money, they became powerful and dominant. So when we first met, she didn't dare to call him Ah Zheng. She politely called Mr. Song Su. However, when I saw Su Xin's attitude, I felt that Su Xin's personality was still the same as before. I couldn't help but feel relieved. When I think of Su Xiao's childhood, I can't help but compare Su Xiao's feelings. Time passes really fast.

“Teacher Zhang, why are you here?” Su Qian asked.

“I didn't know you two knew each other. This teacher Zhang was the one who reported the crime. Her son disappeared.” Wang Xiao interposed that his teacher Zhang was obviously following Su Xiao.

“Yan, you have to help me. I'm just a son. I can't live without him.” Zhang Yenwen's face was full of worry and pleaded for authenticity. In her opinion, the police might not pay any attention to the disappearance of her son, an ordinary person, and Su Xin is now a big star. If Su Xin helped to say something, the effect would probably be completely different.

“Teacher Zhang, don't worry, I came here because of the disappearance. Tell me the details. When did you discover the disappearance?” Su Qian said.

“Here's a detailed statement, you see this faster.” Wang Xiao said that handing over the transcript to Su Xiao was not a confidential case, and it didn't matter to show Su Xiao.

Su Jin glanced at it and quickly finished reading it. Turns out, this evening, Zhang Yenwen saw his son and called him without coming home, but her son didn't answer. Therefore, Zhang Yenwen made another call to go to school. The school said that her son had not been there this morning and had been out of class all day. Zhang Yenwen's son was in high school, a very good student, with excellent academic achievement, basically never absent class, let alone all day, so Zhang Yenwen felt that something must have happened.

On the police side, however, although the investigation was initiated, it was obviously not given much attention, as it seemed likely that high school students were obsessed with games, overplayed in internet cafes, or overplayed in classmates' homes. Because of this situation, it is common, and occasionally rebellion occurs among children who listen.

To be honest, Su Yanwen also thought that Zhang Yenwen's son should have just overplayed the game. It is certainly impossible to have anything to do with that organization. However, he came all the way here. He was so worried about Zhang Yenwen that he could not help. He said: "Teacher Zhang, do you have any belongings with your son? ”

“I brought one of his schoolbags.” Zhang Yenwen mentioned a simple backpack.

Su Yanwen took the bag and flipped out of it an apparently recently used homework book. He took the homework book and handed it back to Zhang Yenwen: “Teacher Zhang, I took this homework book. I have a bunch of goddogs. They smell sensitive and should be able to follow the smell and find your son soon. ”

“I'll go with you.” Zhang Yenwen said.

“My dog runs fast and you can't catch up. You should stay here. Perhaps Officer Wang will find your son faster by other means.” Su Qian said.

“That bothers you.” Zhang Yenwen thanked him.

“Want me to come with you?” Wang Xiao asked why Su Xiao had attached so much importance to some cases of disappearance in recent times and even came forward.

“No, Brother Kao, do your own thing.” Su Xiao left the police station with the homework book, did not bring the dog home, but came to an unmanned alley, tore down the latest page of the homework book, folded it into pigeons, then removed a small bottle of medicine from the storage bag, released the fire magic burning, and sprayed the dust on the pigeons. The next moment, the dove winged and flew in one direction. Pigeons fly six or seven meters in height, nobody notices them at night, the speed is not fast, Su Qian can walk to keep up.

The use of tracking powder is, to some extent, much better than the smell of rats, dogs, and wolves. The disadvantage is that the amount of powder left is too small to be used up many times, and you need to save some time in the future.

More than two hours later, the paper dove flew into a ktv and frowned slightly. Did Zhang Yeonwen's son play here for a day? Does the kid know how hard it is for his mother to earn money for him to go to school? We'll catch him later and beat him up.

Su Zheng walked in and heard the noise. Many young men and women danced on the dance floor. Su Zheng followed the paper pigeon. From the side corridor, he came to the door of a box. The paper pigeon could not fly in. He fell on the floor with a bang. The door was also guarded by two tall men in black sunglasses.

Just before Su Zheng went up, the two men reached out and stopped Su Zheng. He said with a cold face: “No idle people allowed in.” Su Zheng released his mental strength, and the two men made a good move. One of them opened the door for Su Zheng on his own initiative. Su Zheng unnecessarily walked in.

In the eye curtain are several young women dressed in exposed clothes, a reddish teenager and a middle-aged man dressed in a famous branded suit, wearing a gold necklace, a famous watch and a diamond ring as if he had a few large letters on his face.

“Dazhu, your son is so cute! Come kiss my sister.” A young woman touched the teenager's cheek and behaved.

“Haha, Xiaohui, looks like Xue really likes you. What do you mean, come with me, it's delicious, it's delicious, it's beautiful, it's with your mother?” The middle-aged man laughed.

“Dad, where did you get the money? If you're so rich, why don't you help my mom?” The teenager was hiding from the women's tricks, he said.

At this point, they noticed Su Zheng coming in. The middle-aged man looked at Su Zheng and frowned: “Who are you, who let you in, get out of here. ”