Chapter 202

Mo Shiqian's eyes narrowed and his eyes fell on the person in charge sent by the prison. Beside his lips was a deep ironic sneer, "knife?"

In such a cold winter, the guard's forehead and back exuded layers of cold sweat under the man's gaze, "about the knife We will definitely investigate and give an account to the families of the victims. "

There is no doubt that knives are not allowed in prison.

It shouldn't have appeared.

If there is no such weapon which can directly lead to death, whether it is hitting, strangling, pinching or even hitting the wall, three people are watching. It is basically impossible for the saddle to be killed in prison.

If there is a knife that can kill people, it is either the "credit" or the fault of the prison guard.

In either case, the prison has its faults.

Mo Shiqian's eyes were cold and cold, and his voice was even colder. "Tell me that you really have to give it to someone. I think it's a scum in your prison guards. If people can't find it out, I'll take you to court together - collectively use the rest of your life to explain."

Fashion is leaning on the doorframe and standing in silence.

It is not difficult to find out this matter, nor is it difficult to find the murderer and the person in charge.

The point is what Chi Huan thinks.

The death of one's father is neither accidental nor natural death, but indirectly because of his own death. To put it in a more popular way, people with a little bit of humanity will always have pimples in their hearts.

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Chi Huan followed the doctor, looking at him lift the covered body of white cloth, revealing a pale, expressionless face.

The mood that suppressed all the way finally collapsed in an instant. As soon as the eyes were opened and closed, the tears fell down, silent but turbulent.

"Your father was stabbed at about 1:30 a.m. last night. One of them was close to his heart. He stopped breathing on the way to the hospital because of excessive blood loss. Please feel sorry."

Chi Huan didn't stay for a long time. When she returned to the place where she was waiting, she stopped crying. But there were still dry tears on her face, and her red rims of eyes had not returned to her former black and white.

The man saw her from a distance, and immediately strided over with long legs.

She stopped, looked up at his face, touched her face, adjusted her breath, and said in a tired, hoarse voice, "you go to work in the company I stayed to deal with my dad's cremation and burial. "

The man's deep, inky eyes stared at her face. He almost followed the ending of her words and said, "I'll arrange for you to deal with it."

Chi Huan shook his head without thinking, "I'll do it myself Think about it, although I always think that he is not a good and competent father, he has supported me for more than ten years. On the contrary, I have never done anything for him... "

She lowered her head and looked at her wringing fingers, and said faintly, "there will be no chance in the future. This is the last one, so I will come by myself."

Mo modestly looked at her for a while, "good," a word overflowed from his throat, but then followed by a low dumb way, "I accompany you."

Chi Huan pursed her lips, did not say good, also did not say bad, lowered her head from his side.

Cremation, simple funeral, choosing the site of the tomb, burying.

These things are cumbersome, but professionals are fully responsible for the whole process, and the whole process is basically smooth.

Mo Shiqian didn't intervene as she wanted, just as before they were together Like a bodyguard, she followed her step by step. The burial process of the saddle was handled by her hand.

Apart from occasionally answering a few phone calls and walking a few meters away, he was at her side all the time.

She was calm and even orderly in the whole process, and did not express her grief too much.

Apart from being too reticent, there was hardly a smile on his face.

On the day of burial, it was drizzling, hardly rain could be seen, but it was chilly.

Wearing a black coat and black boots, and a black scarf around his neck, Chi Huan quietly looked at the black and white photos on the tombstone. He couldn't tell what kind of feeling it was.

Sad? Blame yourself? Resentment?

As if nothing, and as if all mixed together into a blank, more and more is powerless, and at a loss.

Black umbrella over her head, the man's low voice also sounded on her head, "Huanhuan, you've been standing for a long time, let's go back, eh?"

Chi Huan's soft voice was still like a sigh. "I thought he was in prison at the age of 51. After ten years in prison, he would be 61 years old. If his life was long, he would live to be seventy-eight or ten years. At that time, I should also have a lot of money. At least he could live his old age peacefully..."

She drooped her eyes slightly, her eyelids drooped, full of depression and helplessness.

The man held her in his arms from behind, his arms tighter and tighter, and his voice dropped to the extreme, as if from the deepest part of his throat, "I'm sorry."

He had almost no fear in his life, but since receiving the call from Xiao Yu, he was afraid that she would blame him.These days, he looked at her always quiet silent appearance, the bottom of the heart panic unlimited expansion.

Sometimes she even felt that she didn't want to pay attention to him, and then she casually found a reason to talk to her. She would look at him and talk to him without blaming him.

Can be restless or continuous accumulation, he would rather her hysterical cry, temper, make, vent out.

She was silent, and he did not know what was on her mind.

Chi Huan raised his head from his arms, looked at the man's cold and tight handsome face under the black umbrella, stretched out his hand and gently stroked his outline, "Mo Shiqian..."

He looked down at her, staring at her tightly, his eyes shrinking.

He held her like this, and she could clearly feel his taut body.

"I think..."

She didn't say a word, the man in front of her suddenly withdrew the umbrella, threw it aside, and then beat her to hold her up, and walked outside the cemetery. "It's too cold. Next time I'll see your father again. I'll take you home to eat something. You haven't eaten much these days."

Chi Huan was held by him, with her arm on his shoulder, and looking at his clear and handsome side face, his heart was sour and sad.

He again bowed his head to kiss her face, low dumb way, "I made it for you, eh? Take a bath and have a good sleep She was silent, then put her chin on his shoulder, staring at the disappearing tombstone.

"Why did you leave your umbrella there? I can hold on to it."

The man bowed his head, pasted his face on her, and his voice was very low, "it doesn't matter. It's only a few minutes' walk. If it's cold, you can take a bath when you go back. After soaking, you can have dinner."

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