"Yeah, fair point." Afro scratched his fluffy hair. "That Father kept yapping the whole time without doing anything. That's proof enough he isn't very strong."
Without another word, he walked over to Zhao Xun, pulled the drawer straight out of the wardrobe, and crouched beside it to check its contents one by one.
The room fell quiet again, with only the sounds of things being rummaged through.
Two minutes later, Afro handed something to Zhao Xun. "Boss, take a look at this."
Zhao Xun lowered his eyes. It was a diary.
He opened it and looked through the contents.
It was clearly a child's diary, with very little conventional writing. Along with all kinds of misspelled characters, it contained phonetic spellings and simple drawings.
Deciphering the actual text was hardly any easier than reading a coded message.
After all, a code was easy enough to read once you worked out the pattern, but there wasn't much of a pattern to a child's scribbles.
"Check the rest of the stuff," Zhao Xun told Afro. Then he sat cross-legged on the floor and began carefully reading the diary page by page.
Afro had no objections. He inspected every item diligently, doing his best not to miss anything.
By the time Afro finished checking everything else, Zhao Xun had only read half the diary.
Afro leaned over and asked, "How's it going, boss? Any useful information?"
"Not so far," Zhao Xun replied briefly.
The half he had read consisted entirely of a child's mundane daily records.
What he had eaten, going hungry, getting beaten, wanting to go home, and so on.
At most, these entries revealed that the child had been kidnapped, had lived miserably here, and had been unable to return home for a very long time.
The kidnapper had simply brought