The Cultivator's Reborn to 1970s
Chapter 39: The 39th

Chapter 39: The 39th

Lan Tian, upon hearing the villagers call out to the middle-aged village chief, blinked her eyes and looked at him, "Uncle, I miss grandma, I’m going to town to find her."

"Okay, Uncle will take you to find Grandma." There was no time to delay, the village chief quickly arranged for a bullock cart, brought two villagers along, and they headed to town.

At the police station in town, after Mo Junhua finished reporting the case, the police force split into two teams: one team followed Zhao Li and Chuntao to understand the situation, while the other team went to the nearby market to look for clues.

Villagers who could not help returned to the village, and Grandma Sun, due to her old age, insisted on waiting in the police station for news. The elderly woman could not endure for long and Mo Junhua, fearing something might happen to her, persuaded Zhao Li to take her back to the village to wait, as the police were also worried about the old woman’s well-being. However, Grandma Sun was stubborn and no one could persuade her.

Mo Junhua had no choice but to mention Lan Tian.

"Grandma Sun, go back to the village with my mom and the rest. I’ll wait here. If you ruin your health, Lan Tian will come back and worry herself to death. You have to think about Lan Tian; she’s only this old. If something happens to you too, she would feel guilt for her whole life."

Only then did Grandma Sun relent, letting go of Mo Junhua’s hand. Zhao Li hurriedly supported her, sobbing, "Auntie~~~"

"It’s not your fault, not your fault, it’s the damned human traffickers’ fault."

After sending off Grandma Sun, Mo Junhua became restless, his heart in a mess, and he couldn’t just sit still at the police station, pacing around anxiously, his short hair in disarray. Unable to endure the torment, he simply ran to the market to help the police with whatever he could.

Upon returning to Mo Village, the villagers talked about Lan Tian’s disappearance. Taohua’s father first told Mo Yuanle about it, and Mo Yuanle was grateful to his brother. With such a big issue at home and no time to handle it, Taohua’s father understood his urgency and comforted him before leaving.

With the two women of his family still in town, Mo Yuanle hurried to the village chief’s house, borrowed his bicycle, and rode towards the town’s police station.

On the way, he met two people who had returned on Wang Guiyu’s bullock cart and hurriedly made Zhao Li promise to take good care of Grandma Sun, then he rushed to the police station to meet up with Mo Junhua.

The group searched until evening without any news. Not only were Mo Junhua and Mo Yuanle anxious, but so was the head of the police station. Failing to solve the case and catch the traffickers would affect his performance. He couldn’t bear the blame from his superiors.

Busy until late at night, everyone went home to rest, planning to continue the search the next day. Mo Junhua and Mo Yuanle spent the night cramped in chairs at the police station, too anxious and upset to eat properly during the day.

Mo Junhua wouldn’t believe that no one saw the traffickers. He went around to the villages surrounding the town, asking from one village to another. As determined effort pays off, in the afternoon, he indeed got some information.

A villager who was herding cattle in a surrounding village said that around three or four o’clock yesterday afternoon, he saw a bullock cart heading northwest. The cart was loaded with several sacks, and the few men driving it were sneaky. Seeing him, they hurriedly drove away, which was suspicious.

Based on the information provided by the villagers, the police sent teams to investigate all possible locations where the traffickers might have gone, working late into the night preparing various scenarios, planning arrests, and rescuing the children.

After hearing there was news, neither Mo Junhua nor Mo Yuanle would leave the police station.

The meeting continued until five or six in the morning, finalizing the specific action plan, deploying two three-wheeled cars, roughly thirty or forty officers, and heading northwest. Mo Junhua and Mo Yuanle followed.

Lan Tian, unaware of the commotion at the police station, looked at the scenery leisurely, after traveling for two hours and still not seeing the town, she became a little anxious and asked the village chief, "Uncle, how come we haven’t reached town yet?"

"Girl, do you know where this is?" The village chief turned around and looked at the worried child. Lan Tian shook her head blankly, not knowing where it was.

"This is Gaoshiling, the furthest from Taohong Town. It takes three and a half hours by bullock cart. From our village and a bit further, you reach Lion Town. Don’t worry, we still have a while to go. If you’re tired, take a nap."

Shocked by the village chief’s words, Lan Tian realized, my goodness, she had been unconscious for a whole day and night.

Lan Tian remembered waking up and seeing the sun outside the window, thinking she had only been unconscious for two hours, and that the town couldn’t be too far. According to the village chief, it would take three and a half hours from the town to his village, and from his village to the house where she woke up, it would take about an hour more by bullock cart; she should have woken up in the evening.

No wonder she felt something was off last night, after running all night without seeing the town, she thought she had gone astray. Moving forward again, Lan Tian suddenly looked up ahead, only to see a mountain blocking the way, with a road winding around its base.

Lan Tian strained her ears and seemed to hear the sound of cars from behind the mountain.

"Uncle, do you hear that? There’s the sound of a car."

"There’s no tractor even in the nearby villages, let alone car sounds. Girl, you must have heard wrong!" a villager beside her said, shaking his head amused. After all, she was just a child.

Lan Tian listened again and heard the sound of a car, very sure, she said to the village chief, "It’s true, listen carefully."

It was the village chief, who turned to look at Lan Tian and saw the little girl was very serious. After thinking for a moment, he jumped off the bullock cart and laid on the road to listen for a while, looking at Lan Tian with a complex expression.

"Village chief, what’s the matter? Is there a car?"

Another villager also jumped off and, following the village chief, laid on the ground to listen but heard nothing. The village chief looked amusedly at the young man, not reminding him that such skills require specialization and a particularly keen ear.

They pulled the bullock cart to the side and waited a few minutes before finally hearing the noisy hum of cars. Soon after, they saw cars coming from the foot of the mountain, arriving in front of them within a few minutes.