On the evening of the fifteenth day of the first lunar month, as soon as the sun set, the entire street of Chongri Street was lit up.

The flow of people was bustling, and the small vendors selling lanterns were shouting at the top of their voices: "Take a look, take a look, don't miss the guest officers who have passed by, my family has the most complete variety of lanterns, up to the **** platform, down to the ant blinking, everything, there is always one suitable for you!"

Ji Qianhong has almost no immunity to beautiful lanterns, and is unconsciously led astray by the shouts of the hawkers.

The four heroes of the Tong family followed her closely at first, but there were too many people who couldn't stand the street to see the lanterns, and they were accidentally scattered.

However, before they set off, they had agreed that once they were dispersed by the crowd, they would go to Juxian Building, which had set a box in advance, to gather, where the Lantern Festival was a must in the capital, and everyone just went there to taste it, which was also considered to be the scene.

At this time, even if they were dispersed, the four brothers were not in a hurry, but only followed the flow of people, little by little, close to the agreed place.

Ji Qianhong walked and saw a seven- or eight-year-old boy with a lantern crying next to her, so she leaned over and asked, "Little brother, have you been separated from your family?" Don't be afraid, my sister will take you to the family. ”

"Woohoo! Sister, can you really take me to my father? The boy wiped his tears and said, he was wearing a thick fur cape, and the cloak had a big hood that covered his facial features, and he couldn't really see his appearance under the lamp.

"Well, my sister never lies. By the way, where did you get separated from your parents? Ji Qianhong patted him on the shoulder and said.

"We got separated near the intersection over there." The boy pointed to an intersection more than fifty meters ahead.

"Then let's hurry up, maybe your father and mother can't find you, and go back to that intersection to wait for you." Ji Qianhong reached out and grabbed his sleeve, and the boy nodded obediently and followed her.

Ji Qianhong was still complaining in her heart, this child is so defenseless, if she is a human trafficker, won't she be abducted at this time?

She stretched her neck all the way to pay attention to the intersection in front of her, and she didn't notice a trace of cruelty in the boy's eyes. "A bang.

"What's wrong?" Ji Qianhong asked with concern.

"I've got a crooked foot, it hurts!" The boy said pitifully.

"Huh? Let me see! Ji Qianhong pulled his sleeve and retreated to a small stall next to him to buy lanterns, and was about to say a few kind words so that the stall owner could lend her a little space, when she smelled a strange fragrance in front of her.

Someone used incense on her!

Ji Qianhong's heart sank, and she subconsciously threw off the boy's sleeve, but at this moment, a dagger slipped out of the boy's sleeve, and the dagger stabbed into her lower abdomen in a flash of cold light.

She gasped in pain, and when she opened her mouth to shout, the boy had already dragged her down, and stuffed a cloth towel into her mouth, blocking her cry in her throat.

In the next second, the boy quickly tore off the fur cloak on his body and draped it on her, and the big hood also covered her head, and quickly tied her hands with ropes under the cover of the big cloak.

"Daddy, you see I'm sensible, right? My sister was cold, so I gave her the cloak. The boy's voice was innocent, and at the same time pushed Ji Qianhong to the side of a strong man who walked out of the crowd.

"Good son, Dad will take you and your sister home to eat a bowl of hot rice balls, and it won't be cold." The strong man with strong strength reached out and grabbed Ji Qianhong's shoulders and supported her from falling.

Ji Qianhong was in such pain that she was in a cold sweat at this time, and she didn't have the strength to resist at all, she barely struggled to the side, but was grabbed by the strong man, and at the same time a sharp dagger was against her lower back.

"If you don't want to die, don't struggle!" The strong man lowered his voice and threatened.

Ji Qianhong finally fell softly on top of him, and was squeezed out of the street by the strong man, walking towards an alley.