An hour later, Zhouzhou finished her meal and followed Qin Xu to the police station, holding the Qiankun Mirror and copper coins. Qin Xu said, "Zhouzhou, I heard from your father that you have knowledge in metaphysics. There are a few people here whose parents can't find them. Can you help calculate their whereabouts?"
Zhouzhou nodded, "Sure."
After patting her head, Qin Xu called the people over. Most of them were young children who couldn't remember much or were older and mentally disturbed, making it difficult to communicate properly. Zhouzhou looked at them and gradually felt a heavy heart. She didn't care about the three hundred thousand anymore. Even without the money, she would still be willing to help. It was just too pitiful.