Mo Shangjun followed Cen Yan to find the forensic doctor.
Peng Yuqiu followed closely.
The forensic doctor checked Mo Shangyun again and again—whether you wanted to see it.
After more than a month, coupled with the high temperature in Yuncheng, the corpse was severely decomposed, which was definitely not acceptable to ordinary people.
Mo Shangjun didn't try to emphasize anything, let alone guarantee anything, she explained her wishes, and then looked at the forensic doctor calmly.
The forensic doctor was stunned for a while, understood Mo Shangyun's intentions, and nodded in agreement.
Peng Yuqiu did not pass.
He went to Mucheng, who was also in the Criminal Police Brigade.
"Old Peng."
Seeing Peng Yuqiu, Mu Cheng greeted him uninterestedly.
The group of people who was with him huddled in a lounge, and the people from the Criminal Police Brigade poured tea for them intimately, but they didn't touch any of them.
Peng Yuqiu didn't see the scene with his own eyes, and although he couldn't feel the same way, he also expressed understanding.
He glanced at Mu Cheng, then turned and walked out.
Mucheng was still wearing the uniform of the armed police brigade, and even the armbands were the same as other armed policemen. When he got up, he tore off the armbands and handed them over to an armed policeman beside him.
The other party glanced at him, and then took it.
Mu Cheng then went out the door.
Peng Yuqiu was waiting for him in the corridor, leaned against the wall, lit a cigarette, and when Mu Cheng came over, he handed him a pack of cigarettes.
After hesitating for a while, Mu Cheng took the pack of cigarettes, picked a cigarette, Peng Yuqiu threw the lighter at him, and he caught it from the air.
They usually don't like to smoke this stuff, mainly because Master Yan, the captain, doesn't like it. Without this hobby, they wouldn't be able to follow suit. But sometimes, veterans hand them a cigarette—to soothe certain memories.
"Can you find a way to get Ruan Yan out?" Peng Yu Qiu asked coldly.
"what?"
Mu Cheng didn't react for a while.
After thinking about it, Peng Yuqiu said, "I can't handle Mo Shangyun's state."
Although I've known Mo Shangyun for a while, but at best it's just an ordinary friend relationship. When someone important has left, he can't do anything by the side.
It was painful to see.
On the contrary, what Ruan Yan and Mo Shangjun said... Ruan Yan should have a solution.
Since Master Yan is not here, it is necessary for them to take good care of Mo Shangyun.
"This," Mu Cheng scratched his head in embarrassment, "this can only be found in the foot team, but Ruan Yan has a big face, so there should be no problem when he comes out."
Seeing what he said, Peng Yuqiu said cheerfully, "Then go ahead and do it."
Mucheng: "… "
After thinking for a while, Mu Cheng asked inexplicably, "No, her mother... It's Sister Cen, isn't she there?"
"..." Peng Yuqiu gave him a heavy look, "I heard that she and Chen Lu have been friends for many years."
Moreover, the mother who never said a word of consolation along the way... Anyway, he never saw it.
"Okay," Mu Cheng nodded and had to say, "I'll contact the team now."
Mo Shangyun only stayed inside for ten minutes.
Then, come out.
His face was a little pale, but it was only a little pale, and there was no particularly strong reaction.
The forensic doctor followed and closed the door.
Cen Yan was waiting for Mo Shangyun at the door. When he saw Mo Shangyun coming out, he turned to his side and looked up at Mo Shangyun.
"mom."
Mo Shangjun called her suddenly.
"Yeah." Cen Yan replied lightly.
Turning his head, Mo Shangjun calmly met Cen Yan's gaze, and said word by word, "I have something to do."
This is an announcement, not a solicitation.
This kind of tone, Cen Yan was used to it.
Cen Yan paused, "When?"
"tonight."
Glancing around her body, Cen Yan suddenly asked, "Have you eaten yet?"
"I can't eat it."
After saying these three words, Mo Shangyun seemed to think of something, and frowned slightly.
The forensic doctor stood behind and looked at the mother and daughter who were not of the right age.
At times like this... talk about eating? !
If this mother didn't look shrewd and capable, he would have to complain.
After walking a few steps, Mo Shangyun exhaled suddenly.
"Where is the funeral?" Mo Shangjun asked, standing in front of Cen Yan.
"His hometown."
"when?"
"It's just a few days." Cen Yan said, "Your father said that if you want, you can wear a linen and a filial piety."
Mo Shangyun was stunned for a moment, then said softly, "I'm not going."
Don't go.
She didn't go to anyone's funeral.
She should be dressed in burlap and filial piety, but she doesn't want to.
What she wanted was to ask for a result for Chen Lu, not a process that had been arranged a long time ago.
"Okay," Cen Yan never forced others to be difficult, so he nodded and agreed. After a while, he asked her, "Where do you want to go now?"
"Go out first."
Mo Shangyun said lightly.
This corridor made her feel a little depressed.
She left first.
The forensic doctor stared at her suspiciously, but Cen Yan glanced over at her, and the forensic doctor was startled, so he quickly retracted his gaze and did not dare to look again.
Mo Shangyun walked in front, and Cen Yan followed behind.
After leaving the police brigade, Mo Shangjun went directly to the police brigade opposite, and chose a set of casual clothes to put on, and Cen Yan had already swiped the card the moment she was ready to change.
After wrapping her army uniform, Cen Yan carried it, and the two went out the door without saying a word.
After walking a few steps, Mo Shangyun stopped.
Cen Yan tilted his head to look at her, and saw that she didn't look at him at all, but looked towards the opposite side—not far from the Criminal Police Brigade, there were several shops, the most conspicuous of which was a shop name written in bright red words—"Liu Remember the noodle shop".
Cen Yan frowned subconsciously.
What's a bad name, it has to be called this
"mom."
Pressing the brim of the baseball cap down, Mo Shangyun shouted to Cen Yan suddenly.
"Um?"
Cen Yan came back to his senses.
"Uncle Chen said, next time we meet, give me something delicious." Mo Shangyun was indifferent, his eyes fell on Cen Yan, and the meaning was self-evident.
Mo Shangjun said this, of course, not to simply miss, but...
"What do you want to eat?" Cen Yan asked bluntly.
"Noodles." Mo Shangyun said, and after two seconds, he added, "handmade."
Cen Yan: "..."
This bear boy.
six thirty.
Peng Yuqiu, who had just received Mucheng's reply, wanted to contact Cen Yan in time, but as soon as he took out his phone, he saw the latest news that popped up.
This look, stayed.
"What's wrong?" Mu Cheng asked Peng Yuqiu in confusion.
"Cen... Sister sent a message," Peng Yuqiu said, "give me an address and let me buy some ingredients."
By the way, I also asked him if he would make noodles.
This, in his and Mu Cheng's ideas, is somewhat unbelievable.
It's not that I just wanted to see it... Why did it happen in a blink of an eye...
After a while, Mu Cheng came back to his senses, "Momo is with her, right?"
"should."
"Then click here quickly." Mu Cheng urged, "If she has something to do with her, not only will it be difficult to communicate with Master Yan, but you will also feel bad about it."
Peng Yuqiu quickly replied to Cen Yan, and then asked Mucheng, "How about you?"
"I stand Ruan Yan, if he wants to come out, I have to go back."
Master Yan took out a group of people, and it was only known internally. If they were running around here again, once they were checked, no one would be able to eat and walk around.
"That's fine." Peng Yuqiu nodded, and after thinking about it, he raised his hand and patted his shoulder, "It's hard work."
"Small… "
Before a 'thing' was said, Mu Cheng's face changed. Thinking of some pictures, he couldn't say it so casually, so he waved his hand.
Peng Yuqiu patted him on the shoulder again, comforting.
"Remember to tell Ruan Yan," Mu Cheng let out a breath and said gloomily to Peng Yu Qiu, "Tell Master Yan, give the bastard who killed Qian Dao to..."
The force on his shoulders was slightly heavier, Peng Yuqiu signaled him not to say any more, and at the same time gave him a reassuring look.
Mu Cheng nodded, with a gloomy face, turned away.
After a while, Peng Yuqiu looked down at the information on his mobile phone and prepared to do some work.
seven thirty.
Peng Yuqiu picked up the ingredients he just bought and hurriedly followed the address to find a neighborhood.
This community should be newly built, with high-rise buildings and perfect security facilities. Peng Yuqiu followed the uncle into the community and found the 3 buildings written on the address. It took a lot of trouble to go upstairs.
Just after finding 1202 at the number on the address, Peng Yuqiu was about to ring the doorbell when he heard a slight movement inside, and soon the door was opened.
A middle-aged man stood at the door.
About forty years old, round face, bald head, there is a scar on the head, from the top of the head to the forehead, very long. The figure is a little fat, but it looks very strong and strong, and his height is not far from him.
What's even more intriguing is that, with a bluffing face, he showed an amiable smile to Peng Yuqiu, "Are you Momo's friend?"
321. Cloud City [Eight]