When Jiang Ci returned to the car, she received a list of missing persons sent by her colleague on her mobile phone, and she looked through them one by one.

Baozi and Xiao Hu leaned on outside the car and smoked.

Xiao Hu handed a cigarette, Jiang Ci shook his head: "Quit."

Xiao Hu retracted, lighted it in his mouth, took a sip, smiled and said to the bun next to him: "The Li Jiajia just now, you are quite married."

"Seventeen-year-old girl, don't make jokes." Baozi glanced at him, knowing that Xiao Hu was making fun of him again.

In fact, the buns are not fat, and their physical abilities are not bad, but because they are born with round faces, they look more sensual.

Li Jiajia also has a round face, small eyes, and a nose that is not very pretty.

Thinking of this, Baozi frowned, "These three girls are pretty ugly."

"Well, the little sisters of the Zhao family are darker than me and shorter, like malnutrition." Xiao Hu exhaled a cloud of smoke, with a touch of melancholy.

They have been investigating cases for a long time and are more sensitive than ordinary people. At this time, they are silent while tacitly aware.

Jiang Ci also heard their conversation, and the dullness in his heart became stronger and hard to relieve.

I don't know how long it has passed, Xiao Hu's voice came again: "It's already considered merciful...Some traffickers sell the beautiful ones, but the ugly ones will not be let go. They are raised in captivity and waiting to sell their organs."

A sweet smell surged from Jiang Ci's throat, and she pursed her lips, suppressing the discomfort, trying to get her attention back to the list in front of her.

If "Xu Dafengqianyuexiawu" refers to Wu Yue, and "One Book of Cheye Wanhuayu" refers to Wan Yu, then the remaining few poems must also refer to a certain person's name.

In order to avoid being caught by Zhang Jun, Li Xiaolei did not dare to make it clear that most of the words used were homophonic or homophonic characters. Therefore, Jiang Ci had to recite each name several times in order to get the result.

After a rough judgment, she believes that the third sentence of the last words, "I am in love with who I share", is suspected to refer to a girl named Yu Shuqing, and the fourth sentence, "I love the goose's golden clothes" refers to a girl named Huang Yiyi Girl, and the fifth sentence, "You have a lot of tears for love", for the time being, no matching name was found.

This is also normal. If the other party is like Li Xiaolei, the parents are not around, and the grandparents pass away, even if they are missing, no one will report the crime.

Now that the identity is confirmed, the next thing to do is to find the missing girl.

As long as you can find out the whereabouts of Xiao Meifang or Zhang Jun, you might be able to find them along the way.

Whether it's looking for a girl or Xiao Meifang and Zhang Jun, Jiang Ci alone is far from enough.

Jiang Ci pondered how to convince the leaders and file the disappearance as a vicious human trafficking case.

Xiao Meifang suddenly disappeared. Could it be that he sensed danger and hid specially? …If the police have an informant in this area, they might be able to find some clues, but for cross-departmental cooperation, you need to go back and apply for a report.

Suddenly, Jiang Ci's mind was flooded with all kinds of thoughts, messy and anxious.

Maybe after a few minutes of hesitation, a missing girl has been resold...

"Go back to the police station first." Jiang Ci exhaled and rubbed his eyebrows.

Baozi and Xiao Hu got into the car.

Xiao Hu was in charge of driving, with half a cigarette in his mouth, and walked straight along the open road in the development zone.

"Don't you need to turn around?" Baozi asked.

"It's the same with the turns ahead. The roads in the development zone are connected." Xiao Hu disapproved.

The car drove to the front corner and found that there was no road after driving for a certain distance, and then turned again, but it was an abandoned construction site with a circle of roadblocks around the intersection.

Xiaohu cursed irritably and had to turn around and turn back.

"Wait a minute." Jiang Ci suddenly said.

Her back tightened involuntarily, and she stared at the rusty sign outside the factory building: Qing Duoduo Textile Materials Co., Ltd.

"You have many tears for love." Jiang Ci muttered.