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Actually, it wasn't like Peng Wenyin didn't think about letting other people do long term coaching with Ning Ruonan, and finally obtained her specific description of the case. But every time, he would be stuck with Xiao He's pestering.

He was indeed worried about others.

When he mentioned it again, it was already at the annual meeting.

Although it was called the annual party, it was merely a meal for everyone in the group.

Although the end of the year was busy, the homicide squad still had some time to spare. Unlike the other departments and comrades in the department, they had to deal with the big and small cases at all times, as well as the filing process.

In this way, there was no need to be formal. Old Peng seemed to have drank a bit too much. After all, this past year had passed by with many major cases and many overtime work. However, there were also quite a few problems that had been solved.

It was unknown who mentioned asking for a speech from Captain Peng. So he took the glass of wine and began to sum up improvisations of what had happened to them over the past year.

No one noticed Ning Ruonan's expression, her case could be said to be the only one that held back this year. When Captain Peng mentioned her, she acted like nothing had happened. She added more food and drinks, as if she wasn't the one who had done it.

But he noticed. For months, she had almost worn out his patience. He changed his direction. He was starting to be curious about what exactly happened and what kind of person could have such a great change in their temperament.

Today was the last day of the year. A group of people came to the square and counted down to ten seconds. Xiao He came out of the crowd and came to Ning Ruonan's side. He wanted to do something at the last moment of the year. Whether it was holding hands or kissing his forehead, he wanted to express some of the necessary emotions.

After all, from the day he got off the Ferris Wheel, he had always felt that his life had been wasting time and time for too long.

Everyone was shouting excitedly:

"Ten, nine, eight, seven …"

Thus, he finally gently held her hand. Ning Ruonan's expression didn't change at all. She just looked at the clock tower, her expression the same as everyone else in the crowd, hopeful and confused.

She did not even look at him.

It had to be said that Xiao He's heart was filled with disappointment. He knew there was no way to withdraw this, so her slightly cold expression was tantamount to telling him what her attitude was.

So that night passed. He had no time for sorrow, and the next day's work was still waiting for him.

In the blink of an eye, spring began.

Shaw did not forget their agreement with the child.

Hopefully, Ruonan too.

Indeed, on the morning of the Ching Ming Festival, Xiao He walked into the office and saw the big bouquet of white daisies on Rhonan's desk.

This made him feel slightly gratified.

Noon, turn around.

This time, Ning Ruonan actually raised her head to look at him, this made his heart surge with excitement.

"Ruonan, I'm going to see my child now, do you want to go with me?"

This time, her reply was very straightforward: "Alright."

She carried the bouquet of white flowers into his car, like a messenger going to meet an angel.

They drove for about forty minutes to the cemetery in the suburbs.

Rhonan placed the bouquet in the small lattice of the celery and touched the lid of the urn.

As if he was mumbling something, Xiao He walked closer to listen and could not help but feel sad.

"Celery? You've grown up by a year. You have to be happy there every day. Are you with your dad now?" Have you grown taller? " As he spoke, he used his hand to touch the side of the casket. It was like touching a child's face. It was so light and so soft.

They stood for a long time in front of the small square of parsley. Xiao He did not say a single word, because he felt that this moment of peace was because they were in the greatest communication, the closest connection, with the child's soul.

The two of them came out.

When they were passing by the tomb area, Ning Ruonan's eyes were on the group of people not far away.

Xiao He quickly noticed it as well.

He turned around and said to her:

"Should we go take a look?"

Ning Ruonan nodded.

The two of them walked to the center of the tomb area and found a group of people gathered around a tombstone.

After pushing through the crowd with much difficulty, Xiao He subconsciously felt that something was off. The two of them had just raised their eyes.

Xiao He then blindfolded Ning Ruonan.

He said in a low voice:

"Don't look at it for now."

He then took out his identification card and spoke to the people around him:

"Excuse me, we are police officers."

Very soon, a passage was opened in the middle by the crowd. Xiao He walked out of the passage with Ruonan in his arms. He didn't let go until he felt the distance was right.

Ruonan looked at the scene in front of her, and didn't say anything for a while.

She had been very reluctant to let him touch her like that, but when she saw the five heads hanging in broad daylight on the tombstone, she instantly understood his intentions.

Soon the police cars surrounded the cemetery.

This was to prevent suspects from returning to the scene.

A few dozen meters around the tombstone was already filled with cordon lines.

The evidence team began to take pictures around the tombstone, examining it for possible fingerprints.

Naturally, the work for the five heads was handed over to Forensic Yuan.

It was Yuan Jiang's first time seeing a criminal suspect act in such a simple and crude manner.

As he examined the section, he concluded:

It was cut down without even looking at it. The weapon should be something similar to a butcher's knife.

What could cause such anger, such brutality to five people at the same time?

Since there was no body part and the liver temperature could not be detected for the time being, the forensics team could only guess roughly how long the body had been formed and the heads had been brought here, based on the freshness of the skin on the head.

There were no useful fingerprints on the tombstone.

The Scar Inspection Department was still taking advantage of the time they had taken to extract traces of suspicious shoes marks, bloodstains, and other valuable marks from their surroundings. However, it was unlikely that they would be able to keep up with the situation of the crowd that Xiao He had seen this morning.

If there hadn't been so many people watching this morning, Jiang Han thought, then he would have definitely been able to find clues in the direction of the blood.

However, all of these things seemed to hold very little hope now.

The police officers outside did not detect any suspicious personnel. After all, only fools would go in front of a police car. Then how rampant was this suspect?

Everyone felt that they had collected enough evidence, so they decided to leave.

Suddenly, Jiang Han's foot moved slightly. He was standing at the edge of the cordon line.

It was because he felt something beneath his feet. When he looked down, he saw that it was a piece of white cloth with blood on it. It was the material of the white woven bag.