I Became the Villain’s Own Daughter

"..."

Seeing the aunt and the others still didn't understand, the little girl suddenly became a little anxious.

But she didn't know the flower, so she couldn't name it at all, so she tilted her head and racked her brains to describe: "It's very beautiful, the white flowers are especially beautiful! Lili likes it!"

Song Qingwan looked desperate.

Baby, no matter how much you say, we still don't know what kind of flower you call beautiful!

Pei Mingzhi's eyes narrowed, and he didn't say much. He leaned down directly in front of the computer, clicked his finger on the mouse a few times, and then pressed four times the speed.

Soon, the surveillance video began to replay from the moment the old lady fell.

Because the four times speed is turned on, the video that is less than four minutes, does not need a minute, and it is finished.

When the trafficker fell, his palm was facing down, and even when he raised his hand, his fingers were slightly folded, as if he was subconsciously covering up something.

But because the trafficker herself was too cautious, she raised her hand not many times.

The only time I raised my hand was because I had to be supported by someone, so I had to raise it.

Pei Mingzhi swept the entire video as quickly as possible.

Then, all useless screen information is filtered out.

Finally, the finger pressed pause for 37 seconds.

He turned his head to Song Qingwan and the expressionless Lu Junhan and said, "This is the clearest time."

This flower may well be the only clue now!

Song Qingwan hurriedly raised her eyes.

When she saw the paused picture on the monitor, her pupils inevitably shrank tightly.

The 37-second scene was right at the moment when the trafficker raised his hand to the little girl.

——She seemed to want the little girl to help her up.

Take a closer look.

There is indeed a slightly silver tattoo on the palm of her hand, but the tattoo seems to be only the size of a bottle cap. If you don't pay attention, it will be ignored!

Moreover, because of the angle of the camera shooting from top to bottom, the old lady's fingers curled slightly again.

Most of the tattoo is blocked by the closed fingers, and it is impossible to see what the specific pattern is!

Song Qingwan frowned.

As if aware of Song Qingwan's thoughts, Pei Mingzhi looked at Song Qingwan's arms, the ignorant little Lu Li, the corners of her bright red mouth curved, and her smile was peerless, as if she could hook people's souls away. He sighed:

"It seems that we can only rely on this little guy."

Song Qingwan stopped.

really.

Lili was so short that she was so close at the time, the trafficker only had to raise her hand slightly towards her.

The little girl can see the tattoo on the palm clearly!

Song Qingwan didn't want the little girl to get involved in this matter, worried about what kind of psychological shadow it would cause to the children.

But now that life is at stake, there is no more hesitation.

Of course, the most important thing is that the little girl doesn't seem to understand their words, and she doesn't know that her classmates have been kidnapped by traffickers.

This innocent look of heartless and lack of IQ reassured Song Qingwan a lot.

So, she put the little girl in her arms on the chair in front of the computer.

Song Qingwan asked people to find paper and pen again, handed them to the little girl, and then coaxed softly:

"Don't you like the flowers in grandma's hands, Lili? You can draw them for your aunt to see, and when your aunt sees them, you can find this kind of flowers for you, okay?"

Sure enough, the little girl's eyes lit up with excitement on her face, "Okay, okay."

The next second, the little girl hurriedly picked up the pencil. The tip of the pen just dropped, and she paused, frowning tangled.

"But, but that Huahua has a lot of flowers, it's hard to draw, it may take a long time to draw Lili..."

Thinking of taking so long to paint, the little girl didn't want this flower.

But Song Qingwan's focus was on the first sentence—

There are so many flowers...

That is-

Song Qingwan murmured, "A flower with many petals..."

She turned her head and wanted someone to bring an encyclopedia of flowers.

"Is this?"

Suddenly, Lu Junhan, who had been silent for a while, threw the phone on the table in front of the little girl.

The little girl, Song Qingwan, Pei Mingzhi, and the technicians who were passing by all looked over.

Above is an extra beautifully embroidered picture.

In the picture, a rose flower embroidered with dazzling silver borders is rotten and warm, and the shape is almost indistinguishable from the real flower.

It is indeed beautiful to the extreme, and the whole flower seems to be shining brightly.

But if you look closely, it reveals a bit of evil and treacherous.

Looking at it, there is a very ominous dark atmosphere lingering on it.

"Yes!" The little girl saw the flower, her dark and clear eyes lit up, and said excitedly: "It's this beautiful flower! Lili likes it very much! Dad, you are really amazing!"

Lu Jun pulled his thin lips coldly.

in the case of.

Then this will be fine.

Song Qingwan looked at the picture, it was obviously a photo saved on her phone, not a search from the Internet.

And even if you search on the Internet, it is impossible to find such a strange silver rose.

Before Song Qingwan asked where the photo came from.

Lu Junhan didn't say anything more, he turned around and called.

And Pei Mingzhi stared at the bewitching silver rose. He leaned lazily at the table, raised his brows slightly, and said with a smile:

"Yo, it seems that I was lucky this time, and I actually met an old acquaintance."

Song Qingwan looked at the picture and was stunned: "...Old acquaintance? Don't you know this tattoo too?"

Pei Mingzhi replied calmly: "I know. This silver rose is the emblem of the SY underground group. I have seen it a few times before, and I still remember it."

Song Qingwan's scalp exploded when she heard the SY Group, and she thought of the photo that Lu Junhan took out just now, her eyebrows sank:

"Wait a minute! How can you have contact with this group?"

Even Song Qingwan had heard of this group.

It's different from the Lu's consortium that can run a business.

The SY group is completely living in darkness and is the king of the dark world.

It can also be said to be a large employment group.

There are countless killers, bodyguards, mercenaries, thugs, and spies in it, and almost all of them are not personnel. Every money in it is basically stained with blood.

These are the outside world's evaluation of the group.

However, although the outside world does not have a good reputation for the SY Group, it is undeniable that this group is indeed very mysterious.

In addition to its notoriety, there is no useful information within this group that can be found.

How could Lu Junhan and Pei Mingzhi, such serious businessmen, be associated with a black criminal group?

Even the silver rose is the emblem of the SY Group, it is clear.

Song Qingwan couldn't help frowning worriedly.

When studying, Pei Mingzhi and Lu Junhan were often taught by Song Qingwan, and they also ate at Lu's house.

Therefore, from Pei Mingzhi's point of view, Song Qingwan is also his elder.

If it was other people here, Pei Mingzhi would probably just smile indifferently, perfunctory, and would not be able to explain at all.

but now……

He thought about it and said directly: "We don't have any relationship with this group."

"..." How could Song Qingwan not know about him, she rolled her eyes at him, "Don't talk to me! I have lived for so long, and I don't even know that the logo of SY Group is the rose flower, you can see it at a glance, now you Tell me, you have no dealings with this group, who are you lying to!"

"No," Pei Mingzhi shrugged, "We just happened to know someone in this group."

"Who?"

【and also! But until night! I'm sorry, I have something to do this afternoon. 】