Now that you know the whereabouts of your nephew, let's just leave. Pen Fun Pavilion wWw. ｂiquge。 infoAfter the third sister and the two came back, the white-haired fairy girl took the third sister and rushed to Pingyuan Village non-stop.

Pingyuan Village is located in the southernmost part of Yunxia County, that is, a village farthest away from Yunxia Mountain, this piece of land is very flat, there is not even a small hill, so it is called Pingyuan Village. This village is sixty miles away from the county seat, which is not too far, and the white-haired fairy girl and her third sister arrived quickly, and they fell to the ground one mile outside the entrance of the village.

There is a large courtyard on the right side of the road outside the entrance of the village, and a large sign is hung at the door, on which is written Pingyuan Trunk Factory. The two doors are fully open, and there are two large factories inside, which seem to be workshops for the production of leather cases, and two rows of bungalows to the left of the factory, which seem to be the offices of the management department.

This should be the Boss Zhuang's suitcase factory. Go in first to take a look, the white-haired fairy girl took the third sister and walked straight to the courtyard. A black-clad security guard came out of the small house inside the gate, stopped them and said, "Who are you looking for?"

"We went to the owner of the village and wanted to buy a batch of suitcases. The white-haired fairy girl looked at the security guard and said.

"Oh, looking for the boss," the security guard gestured to that side, "in the innermost room of the bungalows in the first row." Then he turned around and went back to the house.

The white-haired fairy girl and the third sister swaggered into the courtyard, until they reached the last room of the first row of bungalows, and saw through the glass on the door that a person was sitting behind the desk looking at the computer, so they stepped forward and knocked on the door.

The man in the room raised his head and shouted, "Come in!"

The white-haired fairy girl pushed the door and walked in, glancing at the person sitting at the back of the desk. Bald, slightly dark, chubby, with a naked nose and naked eyes, thin mouth, and a shrewd look, he said, "Are you the boss of the village?"

The man did not answer directly, but asked, "Is there anything wrong with you?"

"We have a very important matter that we would like to talk to the boss of the village. The white-haired fairy said. She must confirm whether the person in front of her is the boss of the village, if she doesn't say it, it will not only be useless but will also bring trouble.

"I am, please sit down!" said Boss Zhuang pointed to a couch on the opposite wall, and the white-haired fairy girl and the third sister sat down. Then the boss came over and sat on a small sofa by the side wall, looked at them and said, "What's the matter?"

"We came to you today, and you may have felt it sudden. We don't know each other, so why are we looking for you? There's one thing we want to ask you. The white-haired fairy girl looked at Boss Zhuang, and Boss Zhuang nodded, meaning that you ask!

"We are from Tushi Village, and my half-year-old nephew was stolen fifteen years ago. Recently, after many searches, we finally found the trafficker who stole the child back then. He told us that the kid was sold to you, and we wanted to see if that was the case. Then he added, "The purpose of our search for the child is very simple, it is to treat my eldest sister." The eldest sister suffered from mental illness after losing her child, and only when the child's eldest sister's illness was found would it get better. I didn't have any other ideas!" she said to reassure the other party.

Boss Zhuang nodded: "I understand! I once bought a child that belongs to yours, and you have to find him now." ”

As soon as she heard this, the white-haired fairy girl's heart suddenly rose to her throat: "What?

Fifteen years ago, I bought a boy, but the boy was in poor health and was sick. A year later, the boy didn't know what he had and died of a high fever for several days, and we were all very sad at the time. Not to mention how much money it spent, I had feelings for a year, but I ended up sick and died! Hey!" Boss Zhuang shook his head, and his eyes moistened.

"What? Sick to death?" This result is like a thunderbolt from the sky in the white-haired fairy's mind, how could he die? When the child was lost, he was in good health, and he had never been sick, so how could he become a sick child as soon as he got into the hands of the boss of the village? Could it be that the traffickers gave him something to eat badly? Or did he leave his relatives and were not in good health? Who can tell what was going on now!

"That kid is really nice, he looks very energetic, and he doesn't recognize life, and everyone likes it when he sees it. Boss Zhuang said with regret, "It's a pity, it's just that the life span is not long!"

"Is that child's hometown from Tushi Village?" the white-haired fairy girl still wanted to confirm.

"Traffickers won't say anything about it, we don't know where it is. ”

"And what is the characteristic code on him?" the white-haired fairy girl continued, trying to find some clues to prove that the dead child was not her nephew.

"It's been so long, I can't remember!" Boss Zhuang shook his head.

Boss Zhuang did not answer these two questions. The white-haired fairy girl still didn't give up, and asked again: "When the traffickers gave you the child, how many people came?"

"There were two people, a man and a woman. ”

"How did they get here?" the white-haired fairy girl continued to look for clues.

"They seemed to drive a motorcycle," the owner recalled, "yes, yes, they drove a silver motorcycle." Then he added, "It's the kind of shining light." ”

Boss Zhuang's answer was not wrong, which shows that the child was indeed sent over, but he died of a strange illness a year later. My nephew will never want to find him again!" The white-haired fairy girl wilted and said listlessly, "What is the child's disease? Why don't you take him to the hospital?"

"We took it to the county hospital, and we went two or three times, and the doctor said that he had a cold, and he took medicine and injections, but the fever did not go away, and finally he died of heart failure!"

"What time is it?" asked the white-haired fairy girl again.

Boss Zhuang tilted his head and pondered, "I remember that it was just winter, and the weather was just cold!"

"I see! You didn't name the child, so the child was short-lived. "The white-haired fairy girl wants to know the child's new name.

The boss waved his hand and said, "The name is given, as soon as we receive the child, we will give her a name, called Zhuang Jia, which means that our Zhuang family will continue to increase wealth." ”

"As a result, the wealth has not increased!Sick and added!" The white-haired fairy girl said helplessly, "This is the child's life! It has nothing to do with anyone!" After speaking, the white-haired fairy girl stood up, "Thank you, Boss Zhuang, thank you for telling us about the child, and when you say this, we will die! The child's matter has also come to fruition." We won't bother you!"

"Sit down a little longer, and I'll take you to lunch. Boss Zhuang was polite.

"No, let's go back and eat again!" The white-haired fairy girl walked out of the boss's office with the third sister. She turned around and wanted to be polite to Boss Zhuang, but suddenly found that Boss Zhuang had a contemptuous smile in his demeanor, and the meaning was clear: Yellow-haired girl, you can still beat me! The white-haired fairy girl didn't say anything, just nodded.

Walking out of the compound of the suitcase factory, the white-haired fairy girl thought something wrong: How could my nephew die in an unknown way? I don't know what disease he had, but he had a high fever that would not go away. A cold can kill people, but how can you not know the cause of death?