He couldn't even remember the exact location...
The greenery along that street all looked almost exactly the same.
The man had stared at the surveillance footage until his eyes were blurry...
His forehead throbbed.
He squeezed his eyes shut, rubbing them and yawning more and more often to moisten his dry eyes.
In the end...
The results were deeply disappointing.
He wasn't sure which car it was.
He had only picked out a few possibilities.
"You're his mother."
I remembered something.
The man raised an eyebrow.
"He's trying to make things simpler—isn't that a good thing?!"
People like us.
Then you'll be fine.
That way, we'd notice any movement at the entrance right away.
He couldn't offer the police even the slightest help in finding his niece quickly...
I remember what Mom told me.
But...
"You still don't know?"
The man obediently followed the woman back to the break room.
They could see that the child had left the mall alone.
Thankfully.
"Mom's happy."
The woman found you.
I really didn't want to just sit around waiting in the break room...
If anything had happened to his niece...
The police reviewed the surveillance footage.
Then he hurried to the break-room door.
I need to find my daughter...
"I..."
I don't know what to do...
How am I supposed to find my daughter?
The boy cut the man off.
A hint of unease rose in the little girl's heart.
To prevent this from happening again...
He couldn't refuse.
Mom isn't crying because she's upset.
There was only gratitude and relief.
I turned and took a step—
The man found it a little amusing.
But he still hadn't found anything.
"Didn't Mom tell you not to talk to strangers, or go anywhere with them..."
"You