Seeing Fangaro like a lump of mud , slumped on the ground , a little ghost sat on his stomach , suppressing him . Fangaro held a small , gray-black object the size of a grain of rice , carefully examining it under a bright light .
The little ghost stood on Chongming's stomach, tiptoed, stretched his neck, and struggled to identify, taking several minutes to gradually realize that it seemed to be a jade pendant. Despite its small size, the workmanship was extremely delicate. The unknown craftsman carved fish mouths, scales, tails, and its jumping and swaying posture vividly. There was even a tiny hole drilled at the fish mouth, allowing a string as thin as a strand of hair to pass through, to be worn on the neck or wrist.
However, it somehow blended into Chongming's body and gave him such a mysterious ability. Chongming was obviously unaware of these doubts; he just wanted to gain benefits. At this moment, he was laboring in vain, continuously pleading, "Fangaro, give it back to me, please! I can give you as much money as you want! I can help you with something! Do you want to return to the Fān family? I can help you deal with that Fān Kai Xuan, you know, if I regain my ability, it will be effortless to deal with anyone. Fangaro, don't leave, Fangaro..."
Fangaro turned and walked away, slowly pressing the tiny fish-shaped jade pendant against his brow, gradually pressing it into his consciousness until it disappeared.
The little ghost remained sitting on Chongming's stomach, only releasing the suppression and slowly fading away after his elder brother had walked a distance. The flickering light in the corner finally returned to normal, and several staff members came over along the walls, discussing anxiously, "It's so strange, I was clearly trying to go to the rest area, but I circled the stairs so many times and couldn't find the way!"
"Me too! Did we hit a wall? Oh, Daoist Chongming, what happened to you? Quickly call an ambulance, Daoist Chongming seems to be injured!"
The production team was in chaos again, while Fangaro had completed the final recording and met with Zhao Wenyi and Cao Xiaohui who had been waiting in the lobby.
"Dammit, did that damn woman, Song Wen Nuan, take the wrong medication? She suddenly took me to the control room in the middle of the show and scolded me, saying that I was helping you cheat! I immediately made them go back! With your abilities, do you need to cheat?" Cao Xiaohui complained indignantly, then added somewhat smugly, "Later, I don't know what happened, she came back with the entire program team to apologize to me. The humble appearance, ha ha ha, you didn't see it, it was really funny! Didn't expect that Miss Song of the Song family would bow and scrape before me! She really did not hold back, you know!"
With a cold face, Zhao Wenyi said, "I just bribed her employees and got the original video of the show. Garo, if you're not satisfied, I can leak the video. Although the Zhao family is not as powerful as the Song family, in the face of right and wrong, they cannot say anything. Song Wen Nuan is condoning criminals."
Fangaro pressed his shoulder and shook his head, saying, "Let it go, this matter will end here."
"How can it just end..." Cao Xiaohui hastily chimed in, but Fangaro asked in a low voice, "Do you have photos of all the staff members of the production team? Send them to my phone."
"I think the director's WeChat has a few pictures. Let me check." Cao Xiaohui quickly sent the photos.
Fangaro stared at these familiar or unfamiliar faces for a long time, eventually circling one person's face, returning it to Song Wen Nuan and cautioned, "[Pay attention to this person.]"
Zhao Wenyi stretched his neck to look, and couldn't help but be surprised, "Hey, he is the one who sold me the original video. Why do you want to report him? I was thinking of keeping him, he could be useful in the future."
"He was the one who slandered me for cheating," spoke Fangaro, causing Zhao Wenyi to fall silent.
The three of them walked towards the nanny car, but were stopped by Song Wen Nuan's urgent calling from behind, "Teacher Fan, wait! Teacher Fan, I have a gift to give you!" She held a beautifully wrapped gift box and hurriedly approached, bowing constantly to apologize as she expressed her thanks, lowering her posture to the dust.
Song Rui followed her, walking slowly, his sharp gaze swept around Zhao Wenyi's particularly haggard face.
"You are too polite," but Fangaro did not accept her gift, instead he stared straight into her eyes and asked, "Miss Song, now you have two choices, which one will you choose?"
"What?" Song Wen Nuan's expression became puzzled.
"The first is to save your own child; the second is to save all the children. Which one will you choose?" Fangaro asked very seriously.
"Save my own child or save all the children, what does that mean? I, I don't understand," Song Wen Nuan's voice became smaller and weaker. She seemed to realize something, continuously stepping back, showing signs of wanting to escape. Song Rui had already stood beside her, with his large hand pressed against her back, blocking her retreat.
"Listen," he solemnly whispered.
Fangaro took a step forward, head slightly bowed, staring into her eyes, and said, "Hide this matter, pretend nothing has happened, and you can let your child grow up safely and happily. But you need to know, a person like Yu Yuntian will never repent, he will continue to seek new targets, and having learned from this lesson, he will be more cautious in choosing his prey. He will skip over the children from prominent families and target ordinary or poor families, knowing that these children can be easily won over with a small favor, and even if they suffer cruel treatment, they are not capable of resisting him. Repetitive success will nurture his evil, strengthen his ambition, and escalate his crimes. From then on, more helpless and innocent children will fall into his hands. These consequences could have ended in your hands. How will you choose?"
Fangaro asked again, "Will you save your own child or all the children, Miss Song, I hope you seriously consider this question."
He averted his sharp gaze, brushed his brow gently, and politely said, "Well, I should go now and look forward to our next meeting." Zhao Wenyi immediately followed him onto the car and forcefully closed the door.
With a loud bang, as if a hard slap had landed, it struck Song Wen Nuan’s already swollen face. She covered her aching cheek, stared with fiery eyes, and silently watched as the nanny car gradually drove away. In the end, she couldn't suppress her guilt and uncertainty, anxious asked, "Cousin, if it were you, what would you choose?"
Song Rui seemed to find her question ridiculous, raised his eyebrows and asked in return, "What am I doing, have you forgotten?"
That's right, her cousin was now a consultant at the police station. How could he let a criminal off the hook!
How to choose between someone else's child and all children? How to choose as a person with a normal moral bottom line? This seems to be a question that doesn't require much thought. However, as a party involved, Song Wenuan knows that if the matter escalates, the intrusive media will eventually uncover the identities of all the children harmed by Yu Yuntian, and Nini's matter will also be uncovered. This is by no means the best solution, this is not saving all the children, this is harming all the children! Their lives will be ruined! Their wounds will be torn open, exposed in public, and then completely rotten.
Song Wenuan shook her head frantically, but suddenly froze because an idea that she had never deeply considered came to her mind: Yes, that's right, if the truth is revealed, the children who have been harmed will indeed undergo a period of pain, but from then on, no more children will be lost in the hands of Yu Yuntian. This evil will come to an end. The pain is just temporary, it will pass, and "the perpetrator facing justice" will be the best comfort for the victims.
The essence of this problem is - do you want to save the future children; are you ready to allow the breeding of evil or be a sober accomplice?
After thoroughly understanding the question posed by Vangar, Song Wenuan suddenly found the answer. She wanted to save all the children, she wanted to save the future children, she wanted to personally extinguish this evil!
She kicked off her high heels and ran frantically towards the slowly moving nanny car, shouting repeatedly, "Teacher Vangar, I know what to choose now! Wait for me! Teacher Vangar, Teacher Vangar..."
Her disheveled appearance made her look like a madwoman, but she didn't care, because she only had one thought in her mind - the future of the children is the most important, for the sake of all the children, you must do the right thing!
The nanny car slowed down, and Vangar leaned out, smiling brightly: "Miss Song, come up, let's talk as we walk."
When she saw his approving smile, Song Wenuan almost cried, she knew she had made the right choice!
Inside the nanny car:
Vangar took out a small table from the armrest compartment to place his phone on it, and slowly said, "Dr. Song, you should understand Yu Yuntian and his ilk the best; once they experience the thrill of crime, they will never stop, right?"
"Yes, and this kind of pathological behavior often manifests at a young age. Yu Yuntian is thirty years old this year, and he must have had many victims, but he has always hidden it well, or else he wouldn't have dared to target the Song family. In addition, he finds it difficult to control his desires and often leaves behind souvenirs after achieving his goal, so I believe, there should be many things like those nested images in his possession, all of which are conclusive evidence."
"Dr. Song's analysis is correct, so what we have to find are these nested images." Pointing to his phone, Vangar said, "Miss Song, can you show me all of Yu Yuntian's works? No need for the original, just a photo will do."
"Okay, okay, I have many on my phone!" Song Wen cooked quickly took out her phone and began to search.
"This one, and this one too," Vangar responded one by one, his frown deepening, "This one, this one, this one..."
Song Wen's fingertips shaking as she swiped through the pictures, because Vangar felt that there were too many problematic paintings, some of which had even won international awards for Yu Yuntian and were exhibited in well-known art galleries, receiving admiration and praise from the public.
Just the thought of Yu Yuntian recalling those brutal and shameless acts when these paintings were being admired by the public made Song Wen feel nauseated. How could there be such filthy and contemptible people in the world, he simply didn't deserve to be called a human being!
In the end, Vangar picked out more than thirty paintings, and this wasn't even all of them.
Song Wen wiped the sweat streaming down her forehead, feeling extremely thankful that she had caught up. If she had turned a blind eye to this, countless children, sixty, a hundred and twenty, an uncountable number of children in the future would undergo these horrors! And she would have played a part in this heavy guilt, and she would surely go to hell for it in the future!
Song Rui calmly analyzed, "In these more than thirty paintings, there might be a few people who have not been harmed, like Nini, who was just a target of Yu Yuntian's fantasies, so you must investigate this beforehand. Another thing you need to be aware of, in our country, this is a shameful matter; most parents choose to settle it privately rather than report to the police. In other words, as long as Yu Yuntian compensates a sum of money, he can perfecty eliminate these troubles. If we can't strike the right note at once, I advised you to be careful in your actions, otherwise, many children, including their parents, will bring pain."
"Just getting this one is enough," Vangar pointed to one of the paintings.
"What?" Song Wen and Song Rui were both taken aback.
"I foresee that it will be the fatal arrow," Vangar gave the phone back to Song Wen, instructing the driver, "Go to the People's Hospital."
"Why go to the hospital?" Song Wen was still confused.
"To visit that person, Xia Xia."
"Oh right! Xia Xia is having mental issues and should be looked at! This painting is an early work of Yu Yuntian, I don't know where it is now, I need to ask about it." Song Wen muttered absentmindedly as she held her phone. She had a lot on her mind today and her thoughts were a bit scattered.
Meanwhile, Song Rui and Zhao Wenyin simultaneously dialed a number to mobilize their network to locate that painting. When the car reached the hospital, a man in a leather jacket was already waiting at the entrance of the parking lot, holding a flat package. He greeted Zhao and then handed the painting through the car window, explaining, "I found this painting at the Kimberly Gallery, it's not for sale, I borrowed it from the boss."
"Well, I'll return it in a few days," Zhao Wenyin handed the painting to Vangar and glanced at Song Rui with a hint of pride. In terms of connections in the art world, he certainly had the upper hand.
Song Rui put away his phone and smiled calmly.
Song Wen said she came to see Xia Xia, but she only peeked in at the door and then ran off. She needed to quickly deal with the oil painting, find the hidden painting beneath the oil, then based on the child's appearance, find out her name and address, and discuss further ways to resolve the situation with her parents.
She didn't know how the child's parents would choose, whether to settle privately or report to the police, but for now, all she could do was try her best to facilitate this matter. She wanted to save all the children, this wasn't being a saint, it was basic human morality, and she only realized this when Vangar made her choose!
After Song Wen left, Song Rui quietly asked, "If she chose the wrong answer, what would you do?"
Vangar seemed to find this question unnecessary, so he smiled and asked, "What do you think, police consultant?"
Song Rui left with a slight smile, showing no concern for the so-called Xia Xia. Vangar walked to the bedside and pulled out a furry black shadow from the sedated Xia Xia.