Wang Laohu's face was hesitant, but when Mr. Zhang opened his mouth, a glimmer of hope appeared in his eyes. He came to the front of the divination stall and stammered: "Master, I want to find you to calculate where my son is now. He ran away from home. I searched for several days but couldn't find it."

Mr. Zhang's expression remained unchanged, and he still smiled: "Don't bully others when asked about your life. Why are you lying in front of me? How old is your son?"

Wang Laohu: "Six years old."

Mr. Zhang: "When he was six years old, he ran away from home? To be honest, he was kidnapped, right? Why don't you call the police?"

As soon as Mr. Zhang said this, he saw that Wang Laohu's legs became weak and he almost knelt on the ground. He squatted there and gasped and said, "Master is really a god, I'll come out all at once... Please save my son, I have such a single seedling!"

Mr. Zhang: "I am just a fortune teller, not a person who saves people. I should contact the police for saving people."

Wang Laohu: "I dare not. I owe others a lot of money. If I call the police, they will tear up the tickets."

Mr. Zhang: "If this happens, if you don't pay back the money, they will still tear up the tickets."

Wang Laohu's expression was almost crying: "How can I pay it back if I have money!"

Mr. Zhang: "Then call the police, let the police save your son and let the court block your assets."

Wang Laohu: "What's the use of a policeman? I don't know where my son is locked up now! I want to ask the master to tell you a fortune. Where is my son? Can I rescue him?"

Mr. Zhang's smile was a little cold: "I don't do good deeds in normal times, and ask the gods when I encounter problems! You think it's pretty beautiful. Forget it, the child is innocent. Three thousand golds per hexagram."

Wang Laohu: "What three thousand gold?"

Mr. Zhang: "I'm a bit out of date. Now it should be said that it's 3,000 yuan. I'll give you a divination."

Wang Laohu: "It's so expensive? I don't bring so much money! Can it be cheaper? Or I owe it first, and I will definitely give it in two days."

Mr. Zhang: "Don't ask for luck without any money, just ask for it back! Think about it, when will you pay back the money you owe?...Don't look at me, I have always calculated it, I have calculated it. Think about your son."

Wang Laohu hesitated for a moment, took out a stack of banknotes from his body, cited it for a long time, and finally took some in another pocket, even counting the change, and handed the money to Mr. Zhang with a very unbearable look. Mr. Zhang did not answer and signaled him to put it on the divination stall. Seeing that Mr. Zhang was going to divine, I also watched curiously. I have never seen anyone divination, whether Mr. Zhang would shook the money or raise money? Will it be like what he watched on TV?

What disappointed me was that Mr. Zhang didn't move, but just twisted his fingers slightly and said, "Stripping the bed to argue, there is no such thing as not being used to find me. You have to go to the person who stripped the bed." (Note from Mr. Xu: Stripping, a hexagram in the Book of Changes. Mr. Zhang's sentence means that the legs of the bed were cut off, describing the power no longer.)

Mr. Zhang said this strangely. Wang Laohu didn’t understand, and I didn’t understand it either. He looked at Mr. Zhang waiting for the following text. Mr. Zhang rubbed his temples with his hands and turned to me and said, “Boy, this matter has something to do with you. You are the one who strips the bed. You should take this money.”

Damn! It's inexplicable! What does Wang Laohu's son have to do with me? Why do you want me to take the three thousand yuan? Did Mr. Zhang take the wrong medicine? However, when Wang Laohu heard Mr. Zhang ask me to take the money, he saw me sitting with me. He probably thought I was also a fortune teller, so he turned around and begged me: "My little master, please help me, my son is only six years old!"

I didn't know how to answer him, so I could only ask Mr. Zhang: "I don't know how to tell fortunes, why do I ask me for?"

"You are a practitioner of Taoism. Can you tell fortunes? Are you not anything else? Is there any difficulty in finding someone? Don't say anything anymore, I know you have a way." He turned around and said to Wang Laohu: "You come back at this time tomorrow. This young gentleman will tell you where your son is and how to save him."

Wang Laohu: "Tomorrow? Isn't it possible now? I'm almost in a hurry!"

Mr. Zhang: "Either take the money and leave now or come back tomorrow."

Wang Laohu: "Then these three thousand dollars..."

Mr. Zhang's tone was firm: "You take it now and don't come again tomorrow!"

As for this, Wang Laohu had no choice but to listen to Mr. Zhang. He turned around and left absent-mindedly. At this moment, I suddenly thought of something. Looking for someone? Yes! This is how I can! The escape technique in my dream can be used to find someone! I quickly greeted Wang Laohu: "Wait, leave your son's name and photo!"

...

After Wang Laohu left, I asked Mr. Zhang in confusion: "Mr. Zhang, I do know how to find someone, but what does this matter have to do with me?"

Mr. Zhang smiled mysteriously: "Why has nothing to do with you? If it weren't for your words, he wouldn't go bankrupt! If he didn't go bankrupt, his son wouldn't be kidnapped by his creditor - Shi Ye, don't tell me that you didn't recognize who this person was."

Mr. Zhang guessed right, I did recognize this Wang Laohu. I did say something at the beginning, saying that I hope this Wang Laohu is unlucky. I remember what I said at the beginning: "If possible, I hope he will no longer be so arrogant. If such a person has no money, I don't know how he will look like. In short, there is a misfortune in the world. That's a good thing!" Mr. Zhang took out a big brother and said to anyone: "...We will not do the credit guarantee of Guotou Jian'an Company... Also, this project bidding will also kick Wang Laohu out..." Is this the reason why Wang Laohu went bankrupt? If this is the case, the account cannot be counted on me. If you want to blame me, blame Mr. Zhang!

I told Mr. Zhang my memories and my doubts. Mr. Zhang smiled and said, "This matter is indeed my part. At the beginning, I was just a middleman, but now I am still a middleman. The source is still you, so the matter will be settled by you in the end... I will collect the three thousand yuan for you first, and wait until Wang Laohu's son is rescued."

I asked Mr. Zhang again: "How do you know that his son was kidnapped? Did he calculate it or he had known it a long time ago."

Mr. Zhang: "I am not a real god, how could I know it before? Is this matter necessary? As long as he speaks, he can guess it."

Mr. Zhang said he could guess it by himself, but I didn't guess it. Isn't this calling me stupid around the bush? Forget it, don't bother with him, who said he is a senior? Or find someone more important! I don't know if the escape technique in the dream will be successful.

...

The boy in the photo has a blushing face, like a ripe apple, looking very innocent and cute, with his name Wang Xiaohua. It is simply unreasonable for such a cute child to be kidnapped by a criminal. In fact, Wang Laohu doesn't ask me for help. I heard that I will take the initiative to help.

I didn't wait until night, and during evening self-study, I didn't go to the classroom, but stayed in the dormitory and lie on the bed to perform the dreaming method. In the past, I used this dreaming method to practice with Feng Junzi, and I never thought about its specific use in reality. Today, I used the dreaming method to solve problems for others for the first time, and I played the role of a reconnaissance hero, so I couldn't help but feel a little excited. This excitement made me feel reluctant to calm down, and it took a long time to fall asleep.

After falling into a dream, thinking about Wang Xiaohua's appearance in the photo, I silently recited his name. As soon as this thought came, my eyes darkened and lit up. I appeared in a messy room, and then I saw the child. There was a quilt on the ground. Wang Xiaohua was lying on the quilt, covering half of the quilt, and he was already asleep. There seemed to be tears left on his tender little face, and it seemed that he had just cried before going to bed.

Looking at the surrounding environment, it seems to be a building that has not been built yet, which is the half-finished construction site we often have. The window was nailed to death with wooden boards, and the door was locked outside. My Yin Shen passed through the wall and flew out of this room, and carefully observed the unfinished building. The location should be in the outskirts of Wucheng City. I don’t know why the construction was stopped when it was almost finished, so few people came around. There were six people in this building. There were two people sleeping in a room on the third floor. There was no door in this room. The open door hole was facing the stairs. Wang Xiaohua was locked in the last room on the left side of the third floor. It seemed that these two people were guarding.

There were four other people playing mahjong in the shed at the entrance of the construction site, and they were drinking while playing mahjong. These people kept scolding Wang Laohu, saying that Wang Laohu was unkind and owed the project money and the workers' wages. I heard it for a while and understood that these people were not gangsters, but several foremen working for Wang Laohu's engineering company. They kidnapped Wang Laohu's son to urge him to get the debt.

I walked around again, and didn't find anyone else, nor did these people have any weapons such as swords and guns. Think about it, there is no need for kids and guns to tie a child, but the steel bars and bricks on the construction site can be used as weapons. After knowing the terrain, it is not difficult to save Wang Laohu's son. Just climb over a simple low wall from behind and sneak into the construction site, then quietly dismantle the wooden boards outside the window of the room from the scaffolding to outside the wall on the third floor, and then quietly dismantle the wooden boards outside the window of the room to rescue the child. It seems that those guys are not very professional in kidnapping!

...

The next day at noon, I arrived at the Phoenix Bridge on time. Wang Laohu had been waiting in front of Mr. Zhang's hexagram stall. When he saw me coming, the posture was like rushing over and hugging me. I was not interested in getting into trouble with him, but gave Mr. Zhang a few pictures that had been drawn long ago. The pictures marked the location of the child's construction site, the distribution of buildings in the construction site, and the situation around the room. I told Wang Laohu to take these pictures to find the police, and the police should know what to do.

Wang Laohu was skeptical, but he still hurriedly left with great gratitude. When Mr. Zhang saw that Wang Laohu had left, he asked me to go back and told me that he would have unexpected results when he came back tomorrow. The police rescued Wang Xiaohua that night, and it took almost no effort, and easily caught the kidnappers. It seems that solving cases is like fighting a war, and excellent intelligence work is the most important. I think I did a good thing, but this matter may not be a good thing for me. Because when I arrived at the Phoenix Bridge the next day, I didn’t see Mr. Zhang coming out to set up a stall, but Wang Laohu led two policemen waiting for me.

When Wang Laohu saw me, he pointed at me and shouted loudly: "Report to the government! It's him!"

Damn! Even the government said this, and it seemed that he had been in the bureau. When the police saw me, they came up and took out the handcuffs without saying anything. They looked at me but did not. Instead, they reached out to touch my armpits and waist, and said expressionlessly: "Sir, there is a kidnapping case that needs to be taken back to cooperate with the investigation. Please get in the car with us."

What's going on? Mr. Zhang was not here, but Wang Laohu called the police. It was obvious that the craft was here to catch me. You're right! At this moment, I suddenly saw something on the ground from the corner of my eyes. On the open space where Mr. Zhang set up a stall, someone wrote handwriting with things like branches. The handwriting was very deep, and someone stepped on the footprints but it was not wiped off. The handwriting was a word "mouth" and a big fork was also typified!

Mr. Zhang once secretly laughed at me for being stupid, but I am not really stupid, I am just relatively simple. No matter how simple I am, I now understand the hints on the ground! This handwriting is probably left by Mr. Zhang, and he meant to tell me not to say anything.

I was taken by the police on a Beijing Jeep and sent to Jiangbin Police Station. The at a loss was not pretending, I was really a little confused. The police didn't speak along the way until they took me into a room in the police station and let me sit on a chair. There were armrests on both sides of the chair, and there was a moving iron bar on the armrests. I could open it when I sat down. After sitting down, I closed the iron bar and held my thighs. People couldn't escape if they wanted to run away.

The room is not big. The chair I was sitting on was almost against the wall. In front of me was a table that was neither long nor short. There were two chairs side by side behind the table. On the chair were two policemen. The female policeman didn't speak, and kept bowing his head with a notebook and a pen. The middle-aged male policeman was questioning.

"Name?" The male policeman spoke in a majestic tone. This was the first sentence I heard since I got into the police car.

"Ask me?" I'm still a little unconscious and don't know what's going on.

"Don't you ask us if you don't ask me? Answer the question! Name."

"Stone wild, stone stone, wild wild of savages."

"Profession? What is it for!"

“I’m a student.”

"Which school? Which class? Who is the head teacher?"

"The head teacher of Wucheng Middle School is Teacher Liu."

Speaking of this, the male policeman was slightly stunned. The female policeman who was making the record next to him looked up and said to him in a low voice: "Director Ji, you are a classmate with Xiaoyu."

Only then did I see clearly the appearance of the policewoman. I saw that she was not old, only in her twenties, wearing a uniform but not a big brim, and had short hair that was as close as the ears. Her facial features were quite classic, a bit like the portrait of Athena in the history books illustrations. Her nose was very straight, her nose bridge was relatively high, her eyes were not big, but her eye sockets were a little deep. When she spoke, her white teeth were neat and as white as a shell. Her skin was slightly coppery, but she revealed a healthy blush. Her eyes were brightly black and white, very vivid and charming. In short, she was both handsome and heroic, and very beautiful. I was thinking, this was probably the legendary policewoman.

The male policeman was stunned for a moment and came back to his senses: "Do you have a student ID?"

"Yes, it's in the pocket of the top's chest."

"Don't move, I'll go and get it." As he said that, the policewoman stood up and walked over. He reached out and took out the student ID from my shirt and pocket. It seemed that his movements were not much slower than the thief, and he was very clean and neat. She stood up and looked more graceful than sitting there. Her height was about 1.70 meters tall, which was taller among women. Sometimes women were more sexy in uniforms. A wide belt in the police uniform showed her long waist, long legs, straightened her chest and tight buttocks, and had a first-class figure! Before I could take a look at her, she went back to sit at the table and handed the student ID to Director Ji.

She just called the male policeman Director Ji, and said that Xiaoyu and I were classmates. Although the voice was very small, I could hear clearly. Don’t forget that I have ear powers. Even if I don’t use magical powers, my hearing is much better than ordinary people. Could it be that he is Ji Xiaoyu’s father? I heard that Ji Xiaoyu’s father is a policeman and his mother works in the Education Commission, so this person must be her father!

Director Ji took the student ID and took a closer look. When he asked again, his tone was much softer: "Student Ishino, we received a report saying that you had collusion with the kidnappers in a kidnapping case. What's going on with your own explanation?"

After hearing this, I figured it out a little. It must be Wang Laohu. I gave him the location of the kidnappers and other information. He rescued his son, but he came to doubt whether I was related to this matter? I was about to ask if it was Wang Laohu, but suddenly realized: This kind of thing is hard to explain. I can't talk to an outsider about the method of dreaming, so I can only cause trouble for myself. Mr. Zhang has already left words on the ground to remind me, and I know what to do.

So I replied: "Kidnapping case! What kidnapping case? Is it a TV series?"

"Ishino, you'd better give honest advice. We'll ask you to come, but we've already obtained the evidence. Now it depends on whether you're worthy of cooperating. Our policy is written on the wall, be honest and lenient, and resist strictness!"

I looked up at the wall behind him, and these eight big words were actually written. Thinking of this, I said again: "I slept in the dormitory the night before yesterday and did not go to evening self-study. This is a violation of school rules. I admit my mistake,... what else should I explain?"
Chapter completed!