Walking Fifty Thousand Yuan

Mo Qiong had already noticed several GPS devices stop moving at night.

The GPS devices weren't heavy, just a module and a battery.

Connected together, they were about the size of a USB drive, encased in a sponge sleeve, weighing only twenty-five grams. That's equivalent to a soft ball the weight of a size-5 battery.

The soft sponge sleeve ensured that even with high-speed impact, it would absolutely not kill anyone.

With cushioning measures and no sharp edges, such an object traveling at 340 kilometers per hour would only injure a person without penetrating their skull.

When the Magic Ball shot it out at sixty meters per second, its speed was only 216 kilometers per hour.

For an adult, it would be equivalent to being hit hard in the face with a phone. For a child, it might cause injury, but there would be no lasting consequences.

If one truly wanted to kill someone, even a pen would suffice. A pen traveling at two hundred kilometers per hour would be enough to deeply penetrate the human body.

"The damage rate is quite high."

Mo Qiong had numbered each GPS, corresponding to its target.

Once a GPS stopped flying, it meant it had collided with its target.

Mo Qiong constantly monitored his computer and found that twelve GPS devices had gone offline.

Several of the offline locations were within villages or towns. It was estimated they were dismantled by someone or damaged by hitting a wall. The arrows didn't necessarily take the shortest path; when facing a wall, they would graze along the wall until they bypassed it.

It was like when he passed the ball to Han Dang back then. Han Dang jumped to catch the ball with his chest, the ball slipped off his chest, rolled between his legs, and landed at the target spot.

Of course, if a soccer ball were replaced by a bullet, it wouldn't curve; it would have shot straight through Han Dang.

This had to do with hardness. If the hardness of the obstacle was less than the object, it would pass straight through, treating it as background.

It was like an arrow passing through air or water.

If the arrow's hardness were infinite, its path would be extremely straight, piercing everything in its path without deviation.

If the hardness of the obstacle was greater than the arrow, the arrow would not forcefully choose to pierce the target but would slide as much as possible towards places like doors and windows to enter.

This characteristic could be seen in small things, like shooting an arrow towards a certain place in America.

The arrow wouldn't pierce through the Earth to the other side and emerge from the ground to hit the target. Instead, it would circle half the globe to reach America.

This was the arrow's own judgment of its path, choosing to move through a medium with hardness less than its own as much as possible.

Unless the target was in a completely sealed room with no gaps for it to squeeze into, only then would it forcefully break through the wall, even if it meant shattering itself.

In summary, the hardness of the arrow influenced its path.

Combined with initial velocity and landing point, these three factors collectively determined how the arrow would hit its target.

A very simple experiment could prove this.

Place a plastic sheet in front of a target and shoot a paper wad with force. You would see the paper wad trace a beautiful arc, bypassing the metal sheet and hitting the target.

Conversely, if he shot a proper arrow, the arrow would maintain its speed, pierce through the metal sheet, and hit the target.

Even though the arrow shaft and fletching were severely worn during this process, it had chosen a more direct path.

"But these few GPS devices went offline in open fields. Perhaps they were struck by lightning or something similar on the way."

Mo Qiong pondered. Even if they were damaged, they would have certainly hit their target, but he wouldn't be able to track where they landed afterward.

However, four of them stopped and remained connected to the signal, likely having hit their targets and then fallen freely.

In such cases, the location pinpointed was definitely the final destination.

"Three belong to children, and one belongs to Zhao Mingjun."

Mo Qiong checked the information and looked at the family backgrounds of the three children.

"None of them come from wealthy families. In that case, forget it."

"Forget it" meant he would not actively reveal himself and did not intend to accept any reward.

He switched to a prepared new SIM card and dialed the father of the first child.

"Hello?" came a very tired voice from the other end.

"I saw your information on the Baby Home Network. I am..." Mo Qiong looked at the GPS location and read out the address on the map in detail.

"...at Shangtang Village in Taiping Town, I saw your son, Xiao Bao. Please go and confirm. Although I saw him at the fourth house, he might not be at that specific house right now. You'd best search the entire village."

Mo Qiong said this, but the other party's reaction was not excited: "Really... are you sure it's my son?"

"Hmm?" Mo Qiong was taken aback. "Whether it is or not, you should be the one to confirm it personally."

The other party was silent.

Mo Qiong's thoughts turned, and he realized the other party had likely been deceived many times before.

Perhaps many people had called him with similar words.

He might have rushed out many times, only to be disappointed, and no longer dared to believe easily.

Mo Qiong said calmly, "I'm not joking with you. I can't be 100% sure it's your son, but I can be 100% sure that the birthmark is exactly the same as the photo you provided."

"Whether it is or not, I don't need any reward. I'm no longer there, so I won't be involved in what happens next. Remember to notify the police when you go, and do it as soon as possible."

Mo Qiong spoke with such confidence that it immediately revived the other party's spirit.

Hearing Mo Qiong's resolute tone, the other party was finally moved by his seriousness: "Okay, I'll book the tickets now. Can you confirm the address again? I didn't write it down before."

Mo Qiong chuckled, "I'll send you the address via text message again."

"Okay, okay, thank you so much. If it's really my child, I'll reward you handsomely..." the other party said gratefully.

"No need, I'm just a passerby. Let me know if you find him. If you do, there's no need to contact me again," Mo Qiong said.

"Huh?" The other party was stunned, feeling like Mo Qiong might have said it backwards.

But regardless, Mo Qiong's intention not to accept any reward was clear.

"Thank you, thank you so much." The other party kept saying it. Not asking for a reward meant Mo Qiong was genuinely helping them, and regardless of success, it was worth expressing their gratitude.

However, Mo Qiong had already hung up the phone.

Next, he contacted the parents of the remaining two children. Both of these children had been missing for less than a year.

The parents still had high hopes of finding their children and immediately wanted to set off to verify the information as soon as Mo Qiong provided it.

Regarding the matter of rewards, Mo Qiong directly stated that he didn't need any.

Ordinary families couldn't afford high rewards, and the long-term search for a child already cost a lot of money. Even if Mo Qiong accepted a reward, it might only be a few thousand yuan.

To get money, he would have to show his face, even get involved, and deal with the police. Although this was a private reward, appearing in different places multiple times wouldn't be an issue.

But for a few thousand yuan, it wasn't worth it. It was better to save those families money.

For families where he truly intended to collect a reward, he had them marked on his list.

The reward from one of those families would be equivalent to ten of these.

"But I haven't found them yet. The GPS tracking for these families went offline halfway, so I have to shoot again."

"A new batch of GPS devices just arrived, let's keep shooting!"

On the rooftop, Mo Qiong swiftly shot out twelve more GPS devices, corresponding to the twelve that had lost signal earlier.

He was left with only eighteen GPS devices.

He didn't use these remaining ones to search for more children.

This was because most of the other children had been missing for over a year or two. There were only so many children missing for about a year, and he had already sent GPS devices for all of them.

For young children, two years could bring significant changes, especially if they moved to a new environment.

Frequent exposure to the elements would change their skin, and bumps and bruises would also leave marks.

If the details couldn't be accurately visualized, Mo Qiong wouldn't know if the person he found was the one he was looking for.

Based solely on photos from when they went missing, or even younger, he was powerless.

Unless, like Xiao Bao earlier, who had been missing for two years but had a unique birthmark.

Or like Qin Ya's younger cousin, who wore a pendant and had a close-up photo of it, then it would be worth a try.

Currently, although many children were missing, the number had decreased in the last year or two.

Most of the information Mo Qiong found was for children missing for four or five years, or even over ten years.

He even saw cases of people still searching after twenty-five years of their child being missing...

For those missing for so long, even if they had personal belongings, scars, or birthmarks, they would be meaningless after such a long time. People and things change.

For such cases, where even the biological parents might not recognize their child, he was even more helpless.

"Even if my GPS hits that longevity lock, its cousin might not be there."

"Four years have passed, who knows who has the longevity lock now?"

Mo Qiong shook his head. After all, it was about someone close to him, so he had to try even if the hope was slim.

"Phew, the last one whose location was confirmed is Zhao Mingjun..."

"He's in Qilu Province. How did this guy escape from the south to here?"

Mo Qiong looked at the display on the electronic map, and suddenly, the corresponding signal disappeared, and the GPS went offline.

"Huh?"

The signal had been there before and was stationary. This meant it wasn't damaged halfway but was damaged after reaching the target and colliding with it, only breaking after a while.

"Discovered and then deliberately destroyed..." Mo Qiong quickly thought of this possibility.

Zhao Mingjun was a wanted criminal who had been on the run for many years. The fact that he hadn't been caught for so long suggested he was meticulous.

He must have peeled off the sponge casing, realized it was a GPS, and destroyed it.

At this moment, he had definitely left the location marked on the map.

Thinking of this, Mo Qiong inwardly felt it was troublesome. Simply calling the police now wouldn't work.

What would he say to the police? That he saw Zhao Mingjun at this location? He hadn't even been to the place himself.

By the time the police arrived, Zhao Mingjun would surely be gone.

For this kind of task where he had to show his face to collect money, Mo Qiong had to go in person to confirm that he had found the target, Zhao Mingjun.

"Weifang, huh? He probably didn't run too far. I'll go there myself and track him step by step as I get closer," Mo Qiong decided, picking up his phone and quickly booking a ticket.

Dengzhou to Weifang is 250 kilometers, a three-hour drive. If we set off early in the morning, we can get there by ten.

Swish, swish, swish. He placed the leave request form on the desk.

He'd call the counselor tomorrow morning. While classes were important, fifty thousand yuan was even more so.

In his eyes, Zhao Mingjun was fifty thousand yuan walking around.