In such a cold winter, layers of cold sweat broke out on the prison guard's forehead and back under the man's intense gaze. "About the knife matter... we will definitely investigate and give an explanation to the victim's family."
There is no doubt that knives are not allowed in prison.
It shouldn't happen.
Without this kind of knives and guns that can directly lead to death, whether it is beating, strangulation, strangulation or even hitting a wall, with three people watching, it is basically impossible for Chi An to be killed in prison.
The presence of a knife capable of killing people is either the "credit" of the prison guards or the fault of the prison guards.
Either way, prisons are at fault.
Mo Shiqian's eyes passed coldly, and his voice was even colder, "I tell you that you really have to pay. If someone finds out, I will treat this matter as a scum among your prison guards. If people can't find out, I will I’ll take you all to court together and collectively spend the rest of your lives answering.”
Feng Xing leaned against the door frame and stood silently.
It is not difficult to find out this matter, nor is it difficult to find the murderer and the person responsible.
The point is what Chi Huan thinks.
The death of my biological father was neither an accident nor a natural death from old age, illness, or illness. He died indirectly because of himself. To put it simply, people with a little bit of humanity will always have knots in their hearts.
… …
Chi Huan followed the doctor and watched him lift the white cloth covering the corpse, revealing a pale, expressionless face.
The emotions that had been suppressed all the way finally collapsed in an instant. As soon as my eyes opened and closed, tears fell, silent but raging.
"Your father suffered multiple stab wounds at around 1:30 in the morning last night, one of which was close to the heart. Due to excessive blood loss, he stopped breathing on the way to the hospital. Please forgive me."
Chi Huan didn't stay too long. When she turned back to where Mo Shi was waiting, she had stopped crying, but there were still dried tears on her face, and the red circles under her eyes had not yet returned to her former black and white color. distinct.
The man saw her from a distance and immediately strode over with long legs.
She stopped, looked up at his face, touched her face vigorously, adjusted her breathing, and then said in a tired and hoarse voice, "You go to the company to work... I'll stay to handle my dad's cremation." and burial matters.”
The man's eyes as deep as thick ink stared at her face, and he almost followed the end of her words and said, "I will arrange it for you."
Chi Huan shook his head without thinking, "I'll do it myself... Think about it, although I have always felt that he was not a good and competent father, he still raised me for more than ten years, but it was me who did nothing for him. Did…”
She lowered her head, looked at her wringing fingers, and said calmly, "There will be no chance in the future. This is the last thing, so I will do it myself."
Mo Shiqian looked down at her for a while, "Okay," one word escaped from his throat, but then he said in a low voice, "I'll stay with you."
Chi Huan pursed her lips, neither saying yes nor saying no, and walked past him with her head lowered.
Cremation, simple funeral, choose a grave site, and bury.
These things are tedious, but with professionals in charge, the entire process is basically smooth.
Mo Shiqian did not interfere as she wished, but just like before they got together... following her like a bodyguard. The whole process of Chi An's burial was handled by her personally.
Except for occasionally answering a few phone calls and walking a few meters away, he was by her side the rest of the time.
She was calm and even methodical during the whole process, and did not show too much grief.
Apart from being too taciturn, there was almost no smile on his face.
On the day of the burial, it was raining lightly. There was almost no rain, but it was very cold.
Chi Huan was wearing a black coat, long black hair, and a black scarf around his neck. He quietly looked at the black and white photo on the tombstone, unable to tell what he was feeling.
sad? Blame yourself? resentment
It seemed like there was nothing, and it seemed like everything was mixed together and turned into a blank, more of a feeling of powerlessness and confusion.
A black umbrella stretched over her head, and a man's low voice sounded above her head, "Huanhuan, you've been standing here for a long time, let's go back, okay?"
Chi Huan's soft voice seemed to be filled with sighs at this time, "I originally thought that he would go to jail at the age of fifty-one, spend ten years in jail, and be sixty-one when he comes out, so he would have a long life." If he lives to be 70 or 80 years old, there are still more than ten years left, and I should have a lot of money by then, which can at least allow him to spend his old age peacefully... "
She lowered her eyes slightly, her eyelids drooping, full of depression and helplessness.
The man hugged her from behind, tightening his arms tighter and tighter, and said in an extremely low voice, as if coming from the deepest part of his throat, "I'm sorry."
He had almost never been afraid in his life, but ever since he received Xiao Yu's call, he was afraid that she would blame him.
In the past few days, he had seen her always calm and silent, and the panic in his heart expanded without limit.
Sometimes I even feel that she doesn't want to talk to him, and then he just finds any reason to talk to her. She will look at him and talk to him, without any intention of blaming him.
But the uneasiness continued to accumulate, and he would rather she cry hysterically, lose her temper, make trouble, and vent it out.
She was silent, and he didn't know what she was thinking.
Chi Huan raised his head from his arms and looked at the man's cold and tense handsome face under the black umbrella. He stretched out his hand and gently touched his outline, "Mo Shiqian..."
He looked down at her, staring at her closely, his pupils shrinking.
He held her like this, and she could clearly feel his stretched body.
"I think… "
Before she could say a word, the man in front of her suddenly withdrew her umbrella and threw it aside. Then he picked her up and walked out of the cemetery. "It's too cold. I'll see your dad next time. Come back to the car." , I’ll take you home to eat something, you haven’t eaten much in the past few days.”
Chi Huan was hugged by him and put her arms on his shoulders. Looking at his clear and handsome side face, her heart felt sour and sad.
He lowered his head and kissed her face again, and said in a low voice, "I'll cook it for you, okay? After that, you can take a bath and have a good sleep." She remained silent, then rested her chin on his Over his shoulder, he stared at the tombstone gradually disappearing in a daze.
"Why did you leave the umbrella there? I can hold it."
The man lowered his head, put his face against hers, and said in a low voice, "It doesn't matter, it's only a few minutes away. If it's cold, you can take a bath when you get back. You can have dinner just in time."