That night, Si Niannian fell asleep holding her mother's diary. In her dream, she saw a woman dancing under the cherry blossom tree.
She was beautiful, but she couldn't see clearly what the woman looked like.
"Mother."
When she woke up, Si Niannian was still murmuring these two words.
Bu Chensu was sitting by the bed. He had been here for a while. He stretched out his hand to wipe away the tears from the corners of Si Niannian's eyes.
"Did the baby dream?"
Si Niannian sat up and threw herself into Chen Su's arms.
"Brother Su, I dreamed about my mother."
Although she couldn't see the woman clearly, Si Niannian knew that she was her mother.
Bu Chen Su gently stroked her back and kissed the top of her hair gently.
"You will be reunited one day."
Ring ring ring!
Bu Chensu's cell phone rang.
He took out his phone and took a look. The name displayed was Yuan Cheng.
"Is something wrong?" He picked up the phone.
Then he frowned and said, "We'll be there right away."
After hanging up the phone, Si Niannian asked, "Brother Su, what happened?"
"Yan Zhuo is dead."
…
In the inner city, in the woods behind the Cultivation Association.
When Si Niannian and Bu Chensu arrived, Yuan Cheng had already led people to inspect Yan Zhuo's body.
Yan Xin was taking notes on the side, and when he saw the two people walking over, he smiled and greeted them.
"Bah, we are cousins after all. You can still laugh after Yan Zhuo is dead. Yan Xin, do you have any heart?" A person not far away couldn't see it anymore and accused him loudly.
He is also a collateral member of the Yan family, but his relationship is far away, so he can only do odd jobs in the Cultivation Association on weekdays.
Yan Xin smiled disdainfully, "You have good intentions. Why didn't you say a word to Yan Zhuo when he was kicked out of the house? Why are you still standing so far away now?"
"Tsk, tsk, could it be that you have done something wrong to Yan Zhuo, so you are afraid of seeing his body and fearing that he will come to you to seek revenge?"
The man's expression froze, "You, you fart!"
Yan Xin nodded, "Yes, I did put one in. The sweet potato porridge I had in the morning. Why, did you smell it?"
Someone next to him snickered. To put it bluntly, Yan Xin was a bastard. No one would get anything good if he met him. But why was this bastard so successful in the Cultivation Association
It's because although he is not stingy, he has a clear mind.
"Yan Xin, come here and help me." Great Elder Chang Qing waved.
Yan Xin walked over and carried Yan Zhuo's body onto the stretcher. He also removed the weeds stuck to his hair and wiped the mud from his face.
No matter what he was like in life, the deceased is the most important person, so this bit of decency must still be given.
"How dare you show up!"
When an old woman saw Si Niannian and Bu Chensu, she walked over angrily.
There was deep hatred in her eyes, "You are the ones who killed my son. You are the murderers, but you still dare to show up!"
"Chang Qing, are you trying to protect this little girl just because she is your junior sister?"
Chang Qing walked over and protected Si Nian Nian behind him.
"There is no proof, why do you say that my junior sister killed someone?"
The old woman pushed Chang Qing away and pointed at Si Niannian angrily, "They came to the inner city last night, and something happened to my son last night. How could it be such a coincidence? My son did something wrong. , but he also paid the price and lost his cultivation, and you still want to kill them all. "
After saying that, the old woman looked at Yuan Cheng again, "Don't think that I don't know that you are also an accomplice! You wish that my son died so that your position as director of the Detective Bureau would be secure!"
(End of chapter)