"I need to say goodbye well. Although I don't know what happened, the two quirky little guys Aiko Sanqianzi are willing to help others like this. I guess they have their own little thoughts."

The Welfare House is a small society of Yuki, and he knows the character of every child in the small society very well.

"Yes." Takahashi showed a slight smile.

"If these two children have any requirements, don't pay attention to it. Every child in the welfare home is a little adult, and he can clearly figure out his mind. If it was correct last night, San Qianzi should have gone to complain."

Thinking of this, Yuki's brows locked up again: "This group of little kids think about making things worse every day."

Fortunately, he went to school today to solve the problem. If Sanqianzi complained, the black angel would really interfere with Aiko's affairs, and the ending would be completely uncontrollable.

"Anyway, our welfare home will take care of the two children, please don't worry."

Tamaki bowed slightly, and his emotions seemed to be sending away the evil demon and plague god.

"Dingling." The cell phone in Tamaki's arms suddenly rang.

"Is it Director Tamaki? Please take Aiko to the hospital. The wound on her feet has deteriorated."

"Yes! I'll arrive soon!"

Yuki suddenly stood up and hurriedly opened the yard gate.

When Takahashi heard Aiko mentioning him on the phone, Takahashi's face changed suddenly.

Tamaki directly drove his old car, which was more than ten years old, out of the garage, Takahashi opened the door of the back seat and sat in.

"Do you want to go together, I get it, okay."

No matter how busy you are, you must not forget to wear a seat belt.

"You may not know much about Aiko. She is the most complicated child in our welfare home."

"Complex?" Takahashi did not read the complexity from Ayako's innocent smile, at most he showed that he was a little younger than Sanqianko.

"Ayako was forced to be sent to the welfare home." Tamaki quickly reversed and slowly told what had happened. The words he said were cold. "It was about four years ago that the police station where I used to work arrested a woman who stole in a convenience store."

Perhaps it was the police experience that made Tamaki's cold words convincing.

"The police officer who handled the case has outstanding abilities. After just a few glances, he saw that the sneaky woman was an addict. This was true after the forced urine test. Moreover, after checking the files, he found that this person was a habitual thief, so he was put into jail."

Island countries have consistently strict discipline in selling and users of addictive products. In addition to being cautious about the death penalty, even those who only smoke may be sent to prisons to serve their sentences. Fishing enforcement that violates the spirit of the police is also allowed to be used in such cases.

"When she was arrested, she told the police officers who were escorted that there was a little girl unattended at home and asked her to be put home to settle the child first."

"Of course it's impossible, you know, for the sake of addiction in your heart, those people can tell any lies, and in this case, children are often their biggest shield."

"The arrested criminals were the same as before. The arrests were made on the pretext of children and left behind. The incidents of petty theft also involved young children. The police stations in other places did not want to cause such trouble."

"The police officer in charge of the escort just asked the addict for contact information, promising to contact relatives and family to take care of the child, and then imprisoned the addict."

The car is running fast on the river bank.

"The arrested policeman called the police officer in the police station to notify the incident. After the intern called the relatives several times but no one answered the answer, the intern kept the incident behind his mind because there was an urgent matter at home. He only left a brief message on the blackboard to wait for the director or other colleagues to see it the next day."

"Then what?"

The color of memories appeared in Tamaki's eyes. He was recalling the whole thing. After all, he was not the person involved in the matter, and his memory was a little blurred.

"Then it will be five or six days later."

Takahashi narrowed his eyes pitifully. Five or six days, that was more than a hundred hours, and an unattended child lived alone for five or six days.

"It's a coincidence that five or six days later, the relative of the addict happened to visit the child at his home, holding clothes for the child in his hand. The parents wouldn't say it for now, the child is innocent."

"But when she got home, she didn't open the door. The relative mistakenly thought that the child was taken away by her mother, so she wanted to throw her clothes into the gap in the balcony."

"It was this throw that made her discover the three-year-old child lying in the bedroom."

"It's not the first time that an addict steals. The three-year-old child is active and has run out alone. Because she is afraid that the child will slip away when she goes out to steal, she first locked the door, but was worried that she would tie it to death with a towel outside the door."

"The small bedroom becomes a prison."

With a cold story, Tamaki does not have the talent to tell stories. He seems to be doing a report at a meeting, listing content that needs to be explained.

"Fortunately, when the child was rescued, she still breathed a sigh of relief. It is hard to imagine how the child would persist after a few days of water drops and not eat rice."

"After the broken door, a string of dried fine blood was found, the nails on both hands were severely damaged, and the throat was swollen."

"This child must have wanted to open the door lock again and again, and he also thrust the door and called his mother again and again, crying loudly until his throat couldn't make any noise."

"The clothes thrown in outside the window fell on the chair under the windowsill. A three-year-old child would survive, and she must have tried to step on the bench and cry in front of the window to survive."

"All the cabinets and wardrobes in the room were opened. She should have wanted to find food to satisfy her hunger and quench her thirst from these hidden walls. She was like a wild dog wandering on the road, looking for something that could fill her stomach, but unfortunately there was no drop of water in the room."

The old car was driven out of the passion of racing by Tamaki and the deterrence of the police car.

"When the night came, the three-year-old was still hiding in the closet surrounded by fear, and was waiting in the dark for someone to rescue her."

"It was indeed rescued, but it was her after she fell into a coma in despair. If it weren't for someone who happened to throw her clothes from the window this time..."

"Life is accidental, death is fate."

"Her life was almost frozen by a terrible misunderstanding."

The stories made of cold bricks and stones are more angular, and if you are not careful, you will scratch the listener's eardrums.

"The most difficult thing to heal after rescue is the little girl's feet. The paint on the lower part of the door was kicked off by her feet, and her little feet almost completely lost their function."

"Although the child's growth and healing speed is amazing, the injuries on her feet are not so easy to heal. It's only a few years that have passed and it will easily recur."

"So in the end, she came to your welfare home?"

The car stopped in front of the school gate.

Tamaki's mood became depressed at this moment, as if it was because of the story of this little girl, and it was like something else: "Yes, the law deprived the mother of custody, but even if relatives and friends couldn't bear it, they would bow their heads in the face of reality. If her parents were normal, if they were not addicts, if they would come to the door from time to time to ask for living expenses..."
Chapter completed!