No matter what the young security guard said, the only response he received was those four words: "See my daughter."
The young security guard had gradually become numb from his initial fear, while the viewers in the live stream were so frightened by the atmosphere that they turned on the lights several times.
"Dr. Wen, what exactly is going on here?"
[Based on my deduction, today should be a script. After all, Dr. Wen has never done a live broadcast in the middle of the night. Since today is an exception, what happened could very well be part of a script!]
[Your reasoning is meticulous, I admire it! Finally, I can breathe a sigh of relief, I was almost scared!]
"Need a token."
Wen Ying only said three words, but they exploded in the young security guard's mind.
"Brother, sister, I can help you find your daughter, but do you have any keepsake? Otherwise, what if she doesn't recognize me?"
The young security guard asked with a tentative attitude, but unexpectedly, from one of their pockets, a photo slipped out. It was an old, somewhat crumpled photo, clearly carried around for a long time and handled countless times.
The photo was handed to the young security guard, who immediately caught it with his hand, looking at the happy family of three in the picture.
The child's parents were indeed very similar to the two people now in front of him. The little girl was adorable, snuggling in her mother's arms with a face full of smiles.
"Brother, sister, you want me to help you see how your daughter is doing, right?"
The young security guard wasn't stupid; once he sobered up, he realized what had happened.
The people in the live stream couldn't understand his feelings. When these two approached him, he could feel the surrounding air turn as cold as ice.
The young security guard wanted to ask if these two people were still alive, or how they had died, but before he could speak, he was already afraid.
What if bringing up their sad memories angers them?
"Brother, sister, don't worry, I will definitely check on your daughter for you! Rest assured!"
It seemed she had received the young security guard's assurance, as the woman reached out and placed a bill in his hand.
The young security guard didn't dare refuse and took hold of the paper money.
Those two stared at him for a while, then returned to the seats they had taken when they first got on the bus.
The young security guard, whose back was already soaked with sweat, finally breathed a sigh of relief and leaned against the back of his seat.
"Fellow patient, if you say it, you must do it, otherwise they will come after you again."
The young security guard looked at the photo bitterly. In this vast sea of people, in such a big world, how could it be so easy to find a little girl?
If it were really that easy, then those children who were abducted wouldn't still be missing after more than ten years.
The young security guard was about to put the money in his pocket, but as he got closer to the pocket,
[Heavens! Wasn't it money just now? How did it turn into joss paper????]
[Dr. Wen, is this the script effect?]
Wen Ying smiled without saying a word.
[Of course, this is just for dramatic effect! Otherwise, the live stream would definitely be shut down! Dr. Wen would also be taken away for questioning!]
The young security guard's hand, holding the paper money, began to tremble once more. If he had harbored any wishful thinking before, he was now completely certain!
He trembled as he put the paper money into his pocket, unable to understand why such a thing had happened
Could it be that the heavens think he's too much of a slacker?
No ambition and no effort, wasting youth and life without any fighting spirit? So he was severely punished?
The young security guard decided that if this matter blew over, he would switch to a soul-crushing sales job!
I just hope the heavens will spare him this time.
"Fellow patient, you can get off the bus now."
When Wen Ying said this, the young security guard looked out at the pitch-black surroundings. The bus was in the middle of nowhere, with no village in front and no shop behind. Could he really let him get off here?
But, summon the courage.
"Driver, I need to get off!"
Creak!
The bus stopped, the door opened, and the young security guard ran off the bus with all his might.
He had an illusion that when he got out of the car just now, those two people, including the driver, were all staring at him, making his scalp tingle.
The car drove off immediately after he left.
The young security guard plopped down on the ground. As he caught his breath, the sound of an approaching bus suddenly came from afar, leaving him stunned.
Where did the second bus come from?
But the bus stopped right next to him, "Xiao Zhang! Why are you sitting on the ground all by yourself?"
The one who spoke was the bus driver. The security guard, blinded by the headlights, couldn't open his eyes. Only when he heard the familiar voice did he look up.
Suddenly, the little security guard couldn't recall the face of the driver of that car. What did it look like?
The young security guard immediately got up, wanting to get in the car, but then he stopped. He was really too scared; what if it was another road of no return?
"Xiao Zhang, what's wrong with you? Why weren't you waiting at the usual spot today? We waited for you for a full five minutes!"
The voice of the passenger on the bus was very familiar; it was the security guard from the neighboring factory whom I, a small security guard, knew well.
He got into the car in an instant.
"I might have had too much to drink, and somehow ended up here," the young security guard said bitterly.
"Why are you drinking so much at night? What if something happens? You're still a child! Don't drink after work next time."
The young security guard looked at the people in the car, and the familiar faces completely put him at ease.
"Old Zhang, how many buses do we have tonight?"
"One trip, it's always been one trip. Why are you suddenly asking about this?"
The young security guard shook his head, "I was a bit dazed from drinking earlier. It seemed like I saw another bus pass in front of me, so I chased after it, but I didn't catch up."
"What!" the people in the car asked in unison.
When Zhang Xin repeated it again, they looked at each other in confusion. "We only have this one bus route here. Old Li, the driver, has been driving for almost ten years. Why don't you ask him if it's true?"
The driver seemed to have heard everyone chatting, "Yes, I've been driving this route for ten years, and indeed, there's only this one bus that runs at night. Xiao Zhang, did you see it wrong?"
Zhang Xin nodded, "Then maybe I was mistaken, but I think I saw a couple on the bus."
"My eyes must be playing tricks on me!"
"Until Zhang Xin took the photo out of his pocket, 'The photo that fell from the car, I picked it up.'"
"This... this doesn't look familiar either. Is he from around here?"
Suddenly, Grandma Zhang, who had been silent and not saying much, looked at the photo and spoke, "This seems to be the couple who lived next door to us back then, and the daughter is right, but..."
Grandma Zhang seemed a bit hesitant and didn't speak.
"Granny Zhang, but what? You've got everyone on the edge of their seats."
"This couple... so unfortunate! They're already dead!"
Everyone was stunned upon hearing this, even feeling a bit eerie.
How could someone who is dead appear here again?
But the old lady couldn't help but think about it, "What a sin! Tell me, why is there such a bad group of people?"