Eighties Sweetheart Wife
Chapter 219 She was not sleepwalking at all_1

Chapter 219: Chapter 219 She was not sleepwalking at all_1

It was only after Song Yunuan had left that the two of them continued walking along the sewer.

They kept going and going, the farther from this place, the better.

And for the time being, they couldn’t return to the guesthouse either, even though they used fake names on their introduction letters.

But what if Song Yunuan found out?

Moreover, they felt extremely uncomfortable all over and needed to find a bathhouse to clean themselves properly.

Old Qi didn’t have time to exchange opinions with Old Dou.

But he knew that Song Yunuan was definitely not the simple sixteen- or seventeen-year-old girl they saw on the surface.

One wouldn’t dare to ascend Liangshan without good reason.

In the dead of the night, she clearly wasn’t sleepwalking; her mind was alert, dressed in white and carrying a stick.

The more he thought about it, the more sinister it seemed.

Turns out it was a case of skill giving rise to boldness.

With her ability and speed, he estimated that even a gun in someone’s hand couldn’t threaten her.

The plan had to change.

Old Qi decided to report to Shangguan Yunqi first, and then to the boss; they certainly had to reformulate the plan.

For now, they could only stay put.

Song Yunuan’s mood was foul due to the stench.

And this person, like a rat, could not stand the light; no wonder she’d jump into the sewer.

Song Yunuan walked back and saw that the three people were indeed squatting by the roadside, as obedient as could be.

She walked around them a few times, stick in hand.

Then she jabbed the stick into the chest of the tall one, pushing him onto his backside.

The tall guy wanted to talk tough and act fierce.

It was too frustrating.

He’d never been bullied like this in his life.

But this little demon was just too strong.

And too fast.

She was simply not human, just like a ghost or goblin that had taken form in the mountains.

At this thought, the tall guy suddenly broke out in a cold sweat on his back.

His grandmother had told him a story about a white fox demon that specialized in eating the brains of children and was eventually caught by Daoist priests.

They had it bound and were ready to deal with it, but suddenly dark clouds gathered, and a downpour mixed with hailstones came crashing down.

Talismans, incense burners, everything was smashed to pieces by the hailstorm.

And in the chaos, the white fox demon escaped.

Ever since then, it had never been captured again.

This was a story his grandmother told him when he was little, saying that the white fox demon was hiding in the nearby mountains.

Because it was injured and needed to recover.

So children mustn’t run around recklessly.

If they encountered the white fox demon, it would be the end of them.

Of course, this absurd thought was fleeting.

The tall guy held his head and kept silent.

He finally sobered up.

Song Yunuan jabbed her stick a few more times against the chest of the tall guy and asked, "Today, the department store lost a pair of twins, two three-year-old boys. Do you know about this?"

The tall guy’s eyes flickered.

He looked up at Song Yunuan, undecided whether to admit he knew or to feign ignorance.

Song Yunuan grew impatient, "If you know, say you know; if not, then not."

The tall guy’s lips moved, and he stealthily glanced at the other two people.

Those two kept their heads down and said nothing.

Song Yunuan said, "If you know something, tell me, and I’ll let the three of you go immediately."

That’s how Song Yunuan really learned about the whereabouts of the two children.

Her hunch was right after all, people like them usually had all kinds of connections.

Take thieves, for example.

In this area, who the thieves are and what they do is well known among themselves.

Who owns which territory is also clearly demarcated.

Even though thieves and kidnappers aren’t the same, the thieves operating near the department store could probably provide some clues.

The three scoundrels in front of her were likely involved in all sorts of deceptions and trickery.

Naturally, they knew things ordinary people didn’t.

The tall one told Song Yunuan that someone had taken on a big job, being offered a good sum of money to sell a young girl into the mountains in the northwest.

He wasn’t sure about the specifics, but one of their hideouts was outside the city at Tian family village, and the two children had been smuggled out in manure buckets.

But whether they were still there or not, that was unclear.

A thought struck Song Yunuan, that the young girl might be herself.

She then remembered the plot from the book, about the severe crackdown that happened in mid-July.

This time it was fierce.

Many were killed, and her young uncle was among those wiped out in the crackdown.

She asked the men what was the biggest thing they had ever done?

The skinny one blurted out, "It was tonight, we were going to take you..."

He didn’t dare to finish the sentence.

Song Yunuan squinted her eyes, decided to try using her power, since it was very quiet here.

These were minor characters, unrelated to the main character group, so naturally, it wouldn’t trigger any scene.

Suddenly, Song Yunuan swung her hand, and the tall one, barely in his twenties, was so frightened he hugged his head.

Then, he felt a fierce gust of wind hitting him head-on, flipping him onto his back like a toppled turtle.

The other two were dumbfounded.

This... is she the Iron Fan Princess?

Afterward, Song Yunuan saw a scene, just one, featuring an old lady leaning on a crutch, crying and cursing him: "Luo Zhiwu, oh Luo Zhiwu, you no-good bastard, can’t you just do your job properly? Your father retired early because of you, your mother went gray overnight worrying about you, you had such a good job at First Shoe Factory, but you were too inconsistent and got yourself fired, when will you start acting like a proper person? What sins did Old Luo’s family commit..."

Having watched this small scene, Song Yunuan felt that the air around her was no longer as refreshing as before.

But she was still okay.

Song Yunuan pointed at the tall one who had gotten up and said, "Your name is Luo Zhiwu, you used to work at First Shoe Factory, but you put more effort into dodging work than doing it, and three days ago you were fired, your mother was so upset she turned gray overnight, your father couldn’t face his old colleagues, and your grandmother, with her crutch, wished she could beat you to death. Yet you still had the nerve to gather your friends for drinks..."

Luo Zhiwu’s eyes widened in disbelief as he stared at Song Yunuan, his mouth agape and momentarily forgetting how to breathe.

The next moment he started coughing violently.

He was certain he didn’t know this young girl.

But how did she know about him?

He suddenly remembered the slap she had aimed at him; even though it didn’t make contact, the wind from it was bone-chillingly cold on his face.

Could she read minds?

Could she actually be a white fox demon?

The other two were also terrified.

Seizing the opportunity, Song Yunuan forced the three of them to the nearby police station.

She stood at the entrance, watching them go in to report and provide clues, telling the duty officer where the two abducted children could be found.

About half an hour later, the three men walked out dejected.

Song Yunuan heard the duty officer both criticizing and thanking them, saying that turning over a new leaf made them good comrades.

And told them to cooperate with the investigation whenever needed.

The three men, not seeing Song Yunuan, decided to head toward their homes.

All of them lived in the same workers’ housing complex.

They never expected to see that white figure leaning against the wall with a baton as they turned the corner...