The originally neat cave was destroyed.
The folded bedding was thrown randomly on the ground, and the footprints were clearly visible; the dried clothes were torn to pieces and fragments were scattered in the soil; the fragments of the clay pot were mixed with soil and water stains, and the stones acting as seats were disorderly.
An Ran looked at all this angrily and worriedly, afraid that it was a wild beast coming.
“Feng Yin?”
“Man-made.”
An Ran’s heart did not let go but asked in anger: “That pair of adoptive parents?”
“I don’t know, the probability is very high.”
Feng Yin did not leave, but walked into the cave to pick up the book that had been trampled on several pages on the ground, wiped it gently, and held it in his hand.
“Let’s go.”
Feng Yin took An Ran, Su Su, Li Sanyi, and Lin Yu in one direction to the village.
Wangshu has 90% chance of being there.
Along the way, Feng Yin observed the footprints, confirming her conjecture.
It had just rained, the soil on the ground had not dried up, and the footprints were messy, and it seemed that at least three to four people had come, and there was a child.
What exactly happened made this group of people come and go faster.
I arrived at the intersection led by Wangshu again, this time Feng Yin chose to go to the village.
After going down to the village, several people attracted the attention of many villagers.
But due to language blockage, Feng Yin delayed a little time and finally asked Wangshu’s adoptive parents’ location at home.
Feng Yin and his friends immediately rushed to Wangshu’s adoptive parents’ home. The people sitting outside the village were following him if something was good.
But when they arrived at Wangshu’s adoptive parents’ house, they saw General Tie guarding the door, and there was no one.
“No one at home.”
The villagers talked in dialect in a murmur, but Feng Yin lay on the gate and listened with his ears.
“Quiet!”
The wind roared quietly, and the surroundings were really quiet.