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Wu Shaoyang held the cat by the back of its neck and lifted it to the cat food: "Eat." He murmured to himself, "Aren't you going to be at odds with children in this life?"

Human children, and cat children.

What on earth do you want him to do?

Wu Shaoyang always felt that he was quite a jerk. If he didn't care about her, he might not be here, but he has Nannan, and this is his promise to her.

Before nightfall, a western moon appeared in the sky early. Wu Shaoyang looked up for a long time with a secretive look in his eyes.

At the front of the alley, a few gangsters with colorful clothes spit.

"Fuck, why isn't that girl here yet? She's so pretty!"

They originally wanted to block it for fun, but who knows, it turned out to be nothing.

"Change to another one. If you can block it, it will be one."

A younger brother ran over and said a few words.

The leader, Zi Mao, was stunned and picked up the stick: "Who is it! Minding your own business! Is your name Wu Shaoyang? If you dare to spoil my good deeds, I'll see if I don't break his legs!"

When Gu Yuewen returned home, her heart was still pounding and her face was pale.

Gu's mother asked her what was going on, and Gu Yuewen told her the story. Gu's mother's face changed slightly, her fingers tightened, and she held Gu Yuewen in her arms.

"We Wenwen must get married and don't live in a place like my mother. This life is neither human nor ghost."

She closed her eyes, pressed her chin on the top of Gu Yuewen's head, and muttered: "Marry a rich man."

Even if she hated the inferior perfume in the past, at this moment, in her mother's arms, Gu Yuewen felt at ease.

Grandma was still coughing in the back room, intermittently, knitting towels for Gu Yuewen. She said that summer was over and autumn was coming, and the weather was getting cold. Girls should not catch cold as it was not good for their health and it would not be easy to give birth to children.

She had a terrible cough, and Gu Yuewen wanted to take her to the hospital for a check-up, but grandma refused to go, saying that she was already so old and there was nothing to check.

Gu Yuewen understood that she was reluctant to spend money, and her eyes were red with anxiety. It was different from the emotion of fear. It gave rise to another kind of hatred, resentment, and later regret. Who can say for sure...

Grandma patted her hand, still squinting in her memory and smiling: "Send this blue scarf to Yan Qing, go ahead, go ahead."

**
Detective Hall.

The script killing process became more and more intense.

Cheng Xuran found a new timeline clue and pointed to the script for Song Yanqing.

"According to your confession, you left the hospital at 45:[-] in the afternoon, and at [-]:[-] you made an appointment to visit your late father's friend's home, that is, the home of Director Ma of the authorities, right?"

Song Yanqing turned the pen in his hand, his wrist bone pressed against the edge of the white table, the light cast a cold white shadow, and he raised his eyebrows: "Yes."

"However, you accidentally bumped into the first scene of Director Ma's death, but during these 55 minutes, no one could give you an alibi. In other words, you had enough time to commit the crime and then call the police after killing the victim. .”

Song Yanqing nodded: "Yes."

The two of them sat face to face and had the most exchanges. Cheng Xuran emphasized his voice and spoke clearly: "And someone saw you entering and exiting Director Ma's community at [-]:[-], so can you tell me what you were doing during this time? ?"

She waited for his answer.

"Who said I don't have witnesses?" Song Yanqing calmly nodded his chin in Xu Zhi's direction, and met Cheng Xuran's probing gaze with a calm expression.

"The drive from the company to the victim's home does only take half an hour, but that day was my sister's tenth birthday."