Sheriff Uncle, open the door quickly! I've come to solve a case!

Qin Qingzhou had just finished get off work and returned to the empty house. Without the noisy Bai Zhizhi, she felt like something was missing.

He couldn't even imagine what life would be like without Bai Zhizhi.

It is clear that this knowledge has only been around for a short time.

Turning my head, I saw a huge pile of snacks that my parents had brought on the dining table, and next to them were the trash bags that Bai Zhizhi had used to eat the snacks.

He chuckled and cleaned up the trash.

Just as I was thinking about Bai Zhizhi, her video call came in.

As soon as the call connected, Bai Zhizhi's bright, beautiful face filled the entire screen: "Chirp chirp~"

"I understand." Qin Qingzhou turned on the room lights, trying to show her face as much as possible.

I thought my daughter had a change of heart and was showing concern for her uncle, but who knew she'd blurt out, "Uncle, I need your help with a case!"

Qin Qingzhou couldn't very well refuse: "What's wrong?"

Bai Zhizhi told him the whole story.

Qin Qingzhou remained silent for a while after listening.

It seems he really can't help with this.

First, there is no evidence in this case to prove that the mother caused substantial harm to the child, and there is no surveillance footage of her throwing the child into the sea.

Secondly, the case involves multiple provinces. Even if Qin Qingzhou believed it, he couldn't do anything about it, nor could he convince the local police.

Qin Anshi, who was listening nearby, suddenly had an idea: "Zhizhi, you said that the mother wanted to give up on her child because he was sick. If we support her in getting treatment for the child, would she give up on killing him?"

Bai Zhizhi blinked her round eyes, then suddenly understood: "Grandpa is so smart!"

Qin Qingzhou's expression remained serious: "But didn't Zhizhi say that child has a very serious illness?"

The little guy proudly raised his head: "Uncle, don't worry~ Zhizhi can cure big brother~ Leave it to Zhizhi!"

Qin Qingzhou chuckled at her adorable appearance: "Then it's up to Zhizhi. But I can't come over for the time being. I'll contact the Sanhao Agency to help you."

"Okay, okay!"

……

After that night, Zhou Mengsong did not take the child to the hospital.

She returned home alone with her sleeping child, and looking at the sleeping child, she was so tired that she couldn't even straighten her back.

No mother wants to give up her child.

But she was really too tired; one thing after another was overwhelming her.

That damned husband abandoned his wife and child after learning that the child was sick.

She took on the responsibility of covering the child's living expenses and medical costs, but the child's illness became more and more serious, and she really couldn't afford the high medical expenses.

The child is in pain every day when he is awake, crying and begging his mother to give him up.

That led to the series of events that unfolded at the beach.

"It's Mom's fault for letting you down..." Zhou Mengsong gently hugged the child whose body was ice cold.

"Mommy, don't cry..." The little boy was pale and weak, and he struggled to raise his hand to wipe away the tears from his mother's eyes.

Suddenly, there was a loud banging on the door, and the voice immediately told the intruder was hostile: "Open the door!"

"Damn it, I know you're home. Open the door now! Or I'll just bang on it!"

Zhou Mengsong shuddered, pressed his son into the bed, closed the door and went out. Looking through the peephole, he saw several fierce-looking men.

"Open the door for me now! I'll count to three! One!"

Zhou Mengsong's WeChat rang; it was a call from his landlord.

"What are you doing at home? Why are you making so much noise so late at night? The neighbors have complained."

Zhou Mengsong apologized repeatedly, then took a deep breath after hanging up the phone and opened the door.

The door was slammed open as soon as it was opened a crack, and Zhou Mengsong was knocked to the ground.

The burly man at the head of the group threw a contract at her: "Give me my money back!"

Zhou Mengsong was stunned. He picked up the contract and saw that it was worth one million!

"I...I didn't borrow any money from you! You've got the wrong person!"

"Who is Liu Zhi to you?"

"Me, my husband..."

"That's right! Your husband owes us money, and now he's nowhere to be found. Shouldn't you pay it back for him?"

"That's not true! I haven't lived with my husband for a long time. You should ask him for the money he owes!"

"Stop talking nonsense and pay me back!" The burly man saw the door was tightly closed and Zhou Mengsong was glancing nervously inside every now and then. He sneered, "Still pretending? Why don't you let your husband go inside?"

As he spoke, he went to open the door to the room.

"No! Please don't go in!" Zhou Mengsong tried to pull them away in a disheveled manner, but was kicked away.

When the burly men opened the door, they didn't see any adult men, only a child lying on the bed, completely lifeless.

Zhou Mengsong had long forgotten what dignity was, and she cried bitterly on the ground, "That bastard really isn't here. I've been raising a sick child alone without even borrowing money, and he's so heartless that he borrowed money to gamble. Is he trying to drive my child and me to our deaths?!"

Even seasoned debt collectors would feel a pang of sympathy at such a scene.

They exchanged a glance, then picked up the contract in frustration: "Anyway, if your husband doesn't pay back the money he borrowed, you're the one who has to pay it back. We'll give you three more days. You must pay it back in three days, or we won't give you any face!"

"If your husband still hasn't been found by then, and you still don't pay back the money, then you can just wait to have your organs harvested!"

Zhou Mengsong sobbed, but did not answer.

"Walk."

The burly men slammed the door shut and left, leaving behind a mess.

Zhou Mengsong sobbed as she took out her phone to call Liu Zhi. At first, he didn't answer, and then he blocked her number.

This shows they are determined to kill them.

Zhou Mengsong angrily smashed her phone to pieces, wiped away her tears, got up and went into the room to pick up her child.

The little boy, still half asleep, asked, "Mommy, where are we going?"

Zhou Mengsong pressed his head back into his arms: "Let's go for a walk, you can go back to sleep."

"Okay, Mom..."

There were almost no people on the road in the early morning, except for the occasional passing car and a food delivery driver.

Everyone was in a hurry, and no one noticed a grieving mother carrying a weak child by the roadside.

They appeared and disappeared in the shadows cast by the streetlights through the leaves, just as if they were alive in the world.

It's optional.

Zhou Mengsong's heart was completely dead, and he walked like a walking corpse.

She carried her child to a pedestrian bridge and stood by the bridge for a long time.

Then, numbly, she placed the sleeping child on the handrail by the bridge, climbed up, and held the child in her arms.

"thump!"

A fleeting sound of water broke the silence of the night, unnoticed by anyone.

Zhou Mengsong slowly closed her eyes, awaiting death.

I'm finally free.

Her collar suddenly tightened, as if someone had grabbed it and was pulling her up.

"Heave-ho!"

"Thank goodness I made it in time!"