The search workload was huge, and they could not find Fang Zicheng's whereabouts anytime soon.

Qiao Jiusheng felt increasingly uneasy.

Mother and son were connected. She kept feeling that something had happened to Fang Zicheng.

Qiao Jiusheng grabbed Fang Yusheng's hand and felt cold all over. She gritted her teeth and told Fang Yusheng word by word, "I can feel that the child is in great pain now." Qiao Jiusheng gripped her heart tightly and cried in pain.

"Yusheng, Iron Egg is injured. Iron Egg is in pain." Qiao Jiusheng cried and hammered her chest. She murmured in pain, "Yusheng, he's in so much pain. I'm in so much pain too."

!!

Fang Yusheng's heart ached.

He pressed Qiao Jiusheng into his arms and did not say a word.

...

In the night, a black car drove out of Binjiang City's downtown area and drove towards Binjiang City's trash terminal.

In the trunk of the car, there was a pure black trash bag. The bag swayed with the car. Fang Zicheng was in the bag, and he saw darkness.

He pressed his abdomen. His fingers were wet. Blood.

Fang Zicheng did not remember how he lost consciousness. He only remembered that he woke up from the pain. When he woke up, he was already in this black trash bag. His chest hurt, and he reached out and touched a bloody hole.

Number 199 kept talking in Fang Zicheng's mind. It said, "Hang in there. Wait for your parents to save you. Don't die!" Number 199 did not tell Fang Zicheng that once he died, it would disappear as well.

Fang Zicheng's consciousness gradually blurred.

He was in pain. He might have emotional disorders, but that didn't mean he didn't know what pain was. He knew pain, but he didn't know what sorrow and despair were.

He held his painful wound. He did not even have the strength to beg for mercy.

Fang Zicheng did not want to die.

However, he knew very well that no one would save him.

His parents must be looking for him too. He would probably be dead by the time they found him.

The car was shaking. When Fang Zicheng's consciousness was about to completely dissipate, a painting gradually appeared in his mind. It was a cartoon. In the painting, two adults were holding hands with two children.

It was Fang Zicheng's former painting. He had drawn it on the river bank in the middle of Binjiang River.

The name of that picture was—

A family.

Fang Zicheng suddenly groaned.

Number 199 asked worriedly, "Brother Cheng Cheng, can you still hold on?" It thought that if Fang Zicheng could not hold on, it could only give him some of the life force it had painstakingly gathered over the decades.

Fang Zicheng said softly, "Call me by my name more often." Hearing his name, Fang Zicheng felt like he was needed.

Number 199 kept calling his name.

Sometimes it called him Brother Cheng Cheng, sometimes Iron Egg Fang, and sometimes Fang Zicheng.

The car suddenly stopped.

Fang Zicheng heard someone walking over. Then, the trunk door opened.

Fang Zicheng held his breath and pretended to be dead.

The trash bag on him was opened. Fang Zicheng closed his eyes and could not feel the light. He guessed that it was night time. Someone reached under his nose and touched it. After confirming that he was not breathing, he said to his companion, "He's dead. Throw him into the trash."

"There's so much trash here. When someone finds out, it'll be tomorrow."

"Yeah."

The two of them lifted Fang Zicheng and threw him into the trash like they were throwing trash.

...

Father Lu and Lu Yinxi chased after the car to the suburbs. There were too many forks and they got separated.

It was dark and strange.

Father Lu suggested going back, and Lu Yinxi wanted to go back too.

She thought that she had probably heard wrongly.

Lu Yinxi was about to leave when she heard the weak cry for help again.

"Save me..."

Lu Yinxi's eyes widened.

"Did you hear that, Dad!"

Dad Lu asked in shock, "What?"

Lu Yinxi said, "Fang Zicheng is asking me to save him!" With that, Lu Yinxi was about to run under the car when Father Lu was stunned. He quickly turned off the engine and ran after her. "Yinxi, there's only one dump in front. Don't go!"

Lu Yinxi said, "He's right in front, Dad. I heard his voice. He's in pain and feeling terrible. He needs us!"

While the two of them were arguing, they saw headlights shooting in their direction.

Dad Lu reacted quickly and quickly pulled Lu Yinxi into his arms. The two of them fell to the ground together. After the car drove past, Dad Lu pulled Lu Yinxi up.

Lu Yinxi said, "It's that car!" It was the black car that had brushed past them in the city.

Father Lu's eyes darkened.

He also realized that something was wrong.

It was in the middle of the night, and this car had obviously come to the junkyard to do something bad. Father Lu never thought that the car was Fang Zicheng's car. After all, the possibility was too low and unbelievable.

Lu Yinxi was still begging him. "Dad, can you come with me to look for him? Fang Zicheng needs us. Really, his voice is getting softer and softer!" Lu Yinxi felt that Fang Zicheng was about to die.

Dad Lu gritted his teeth and nodded.

The father and daughter jogged to the garbage dump. Dad Lu turned on the electric lights and the lights swept across the garbage dump. In front of them was an endless garbage dump. Where should they start looking?

Father Lu did not think that they would find Fang Zicheng in the trash.

Lu Yinxi stood beside the pile of trash and listened attentively.

"Save me..."

"Someone save me."

"Dad, Mom."

"Xiao Kai..."

The voice became weaker and weaker, indicating that its owner's life force was weakening.

Lu Yinxi walked into the trash pile and ignored her father's shout behind her. Father Lu could not stand it anymore. He stomped his feet and chased after Lu Yinxi. Lu Yinxi shouted at the trash pile, "Fang Zicheng, where are you!"

"Fang Zicheng, I'm Lu Lu. Where are you? Tell me, I'll save you!"

He was about to die...

Fang Zicheng knew that he was about to die because he could no longer feel the pain. His brain reaction was very slow. He heard Number 199 calling his name. He called out in his heart over and over again, begging for someone to save him.

Suddenly, Number 199 shouted sharply, "Someone is here! It's that little girl!"

Fang Zicheng regained consciousness. "W-What?"

Number 199 said, "That little girl called Lu Lu is here! She's here to look for you."

How could...

"Fang Zicheng, where are you!"

This time, Fang Zicheng also heard Lu Yinxi's voice.

"Tell me, where are you! Say something, why aren't you saying anything!"

Fang Zicheng could not speak.

Number 199 said, "She seems to be able to hear your voice..." Number 199 spat and said excitedly," Brother Cheng Cheng, she can hear your heart! "