The woman was tied up, and Zhao Dazhi was afraid that she would hurt Song Yue, so he deliberately tied her to the bed.

He asked Song Yue: "What does my sister-in-law want to ask?" ”

"You all go out." Song Yue drove people away and handed Xiaobao to Zhao Dazhi, "Xiaobao, you wait outside, my sister will come out in a while." ”

Although Xiaobao was a little reluctant, he nodded obediently.

After the others left, Song Yue closed the door.

Then she took the small pocket watch-like box from her pocket, opened it and pointed it at the woman.

The woman didn't dare to speak out just now, but when she saw that Song Yue was the only one at this time, she became bold again: "Little girl, just let me go, I don't know anything!" ”

Song Yue smiled: "What do you think this is?" ”

The woman looked uncontrollably at the box in her hand, only to see the strange pattern on it spin, and her gaze gradually straightened and became dull.

Song Yue then asked: "You are now in Wangjia Village four years ago, take a closer look, what are you doing?" ”

The woman's eyes were glazed: "I...... I was holding a child and preparing to sell him to a couple. ”

Song Yue's face turned cold, and she continued to ask, "What's that child's name?" How big is it? Boy or girl? ”

"His name is Xiaobao, he is two years old, he is a boy, he is very beautiful!"

Song Yue asked again: "How did he come here?" ”

"It was sold to me by a woman, and she said she couldn't afford it, so she sold the child to me, and she asked me to send the child away."

"What kind of woman is it? Do you remember what she looked like? ”

Song Yue said, directly took out the paper and pen of the sketch, and prepared to draw.

She ...... She was a young woman...... Square Face ...... Small eyes...... The bridge of the nose is a little collapsed......"

The woman kept talking, and Song Yue asked a few words from time to time, and then put pen to paper.

The tip of the pen rubs against the sketch paper, rustling.

Song Yue drew quickly, and it took less than ten minutes to draw the appearance of a woman.

She held the paper up: "Look, is it her?" ”

The woman's eyes focused for a moment, and then became dazed: "Yes, it's her!" ”

Song Yue looked at the painted woman again, with a big square face, small eyes that were not good-looking, a somewhat collapsed garlic nose, and a ****** face.

In general, a completely unpleasant face.

Putting away the paper and pen, she looked at the sluggish woman, and said softly in a voice with mental power: "You have a terminal illness, you know that you are guilty, and you have decided to confess all your crimes to the police, as well as all the people in your organization, remember?" ”

The woman mechanically repeated: "Yes, I am guilty of sin, and I want to confess." ”

"Alright, now you can wake up."

Song Yue snapped her fingers, and the woman's dull eyes began to focus.

She directly pushed open the door and walked out: "Call the police, we don't need anything here." ”

As soon as she finished speaking, her phone suddenly rang.

took it out and took a look, the person looking for her was actually Yao Manrou.

Song Yue felt strange, she made a "quiet" gesture and answered the phone: "Hey? ”

Yao Manrou was crying, her voice was very flustered: "Yueyue, where are you?" Your aunt has an accident, can you rush back immediately? ”

"Auntie? Something went wrong? Song Yue was stunned for a moment before remembering that she did say in her diary that she had an aunt, an actress and a big star.

It's just that she ...... later

Wait a minute!

It seems to have been said in that diary that her aunt had an accident while shooting!

Don't......