Chapter 202: Huanhuan, you have been standing for a long time, we go back

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Mo Shiqian's eyes narrowed, and his eyes fell on the person in charge sent from the prison. His lips were sneered with irony, "Sword?"
In such a cold winter, the jailer's forehead and back exuded a layer of cold sweat under the staring eyes of the man. "About the knife ... we will definitely investigate and give the victims' families an account."
There is no doubt that such things as knives are not allowed in prisons.
It should not appear.
If there is no such thing as a knife and gun that can directly lead to lethality, whether it is beating, strangling, slapping, or even hitting a wall, there are three people watching. It is basically impossible for Chi An to be killed in prison.
The appearance of a killing knife is either the "merit" of the prison guard or the fault of the prison guard.
In either case, the prison is at fault.
Mo Shiqian's eyes glanced indifferently, and his voice was even more chilling, "Explain that you really have to give it to others, and people have come out. I think this is a scum in your prison guard. If people can't come out, I Send you to the court together-collectively explain for the rest of your life. "
Feng Xing leaned on the door frame and stood silently.
It is not difficult to find out this matter, and it is not difficult to find the killer and the person in charge.
The point is what Chi Huan thought.
When a dad dies, it is neither an accidental death nor a natural old death. It is indirectly because of his own death. The popular point is that a person with a little humanity will always have a feeling in his heart.
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Chi Huan followed the doctor and watched him uncover the body of the covered white cloth, revealing a dull, expressionless face.
The mood that restrained all the way finally collapsed in an instant, and when the eyes opened and closed, the tears fell, but the sound was turbulent.
"At about 1:30 am last night, your father suffered from stab wounds, and one was near the heart. Because of excessive blood loss, he stopped breathing on the way to the hospital. Please be sad."
Chi Huan didn't stay too long. When she turned back to the place where Mo Shi was waiting, she had stopped tearing, but her face still had dry tears, and her red eye circles had not recovered her black and white. distinct.
The man saw her from a distance and immediately walked away with long legs.
She stopped, looked up at his face, and touched her face with her hands, adjusted her breathing, and then said with a tired, hoarse voice, "Go to work at the company ... I'll stay to deal with my dad Cremation and burial. "
The man's deep, dark-eyed eyes stared at her face imperviously. He almost followed her ending and said, "I will arrange for you."
Chi Huan shook his head without thinking, "I'll do it myself ... Think about it, although I have always felt that he is not a good father, but I have also raised me for more than ten years, but I have nothing to do. He did ... "
She lowered her head, looking at her twisted fingers, and said lightly, "There is no chance in the future, this is the last one, so I will do it myself."
Mo Shiqian stared at her for a moment, "OK," a word overflowed from his throat, but followed a low, dumb voice, "I am with you."
Chi Huan pursed his lips without saying good or bad, and walked down with his head down.
Cremation, simple funeral, choose the site of the tomb, and bury it.
These things are cumbersome, but there are professionals who are fully responsible for the entire process and it is basically smooth.
Mo Shiqian didn't intervene as she wished, just as before they were together ... Followed her like a bodyguard, and the process of burial under Chi'an was handled by her hands.
Except for the occasional phone call, where he walked a few meters away, he was beside her at other times.
She was calm throughout the process, even methodical, and did not show much grief.
Except for being too dumb, there was almost no smile on his face.
On the day of the burial, there was light rain, and the rain was hardly seen, but the weather was unexpected.
Chi Huan wore a black overcoat and long black hair, and a black scarf around her neck, quietly looking at the black and white photos on the tombstone, she could not tell what it was like.
sad? Blame? resentment?
It seems that there is nothing, and it seems that all are mixed together and become blank, more and more are powerless, and dazed.
A black parachute propped up above her head, and the man's low voice sounded above her head, "Huanhuan, you have been standing for a long time, let's go back, eh?"
Chi Huan's soft voice at this moment was quiet as if only sighing was left. "I originally thought that he was 51 years old and was in jail for ten years. When he came out, he was 61. If I say that, I will live to be 70 or 80 years old, and there are still more than ten years. By then, I should also have a lot of money, at least to make him spend his old age ... "
She lowered her eyes slightly, her eyelids squinted, and she was full of depression and helplessness.
The man held her in his arms from behind, his arms tightened tighter and his voice lowered to the extreme, as if from the deepest part of his throat, "I'm sorry."
He had scarcely any fear in his life, but since receiving a call from Xiao Yu, he was afraid she would blame him.
These days, he looked at her always quiet and silent, and the panic in his heart widened unlimitedly.
Sometimes she even felt that she didn't want to talk to him, and then she just found a reason to talk to her. She would also look at him and talk to him, and did not blame him.
But anxiety continued to accumulate, and he preferred her to cry hysterically, lose her temper, make trouble, and vent.
She was silent, he didn't know what she was thinking.
Chi Huan looked up from his arms and looked at the cold and tight handsome face of the man under the black umbrella, and reached out and stroked his outline gently, "Mo Shiqian ..."
He looked down at her, staring at her tightly, his eyes narrowed.
He hugged her like this, she could clearly feel his taut body.
"I think……"
Before she said a word, the man in front of her suddenly withdrew her umbrella and threw it aside, then hugged her horizontally and walked outside the graveyard. "It's too cold, come see your father next time, go back to the car , I'll take you home to eat something, you haven't eaten much these days. "
Chi Huan was hugged by him, his arms were placed on his shoulders, and he looked at Qing Qingjun's handsome face, his heart was soft and sad.
He lowered his head and kissed her face again, and said dumbly, "I'll make it for you, huh? After you eat, you can take a bath and have a good night's sleep." She was silent, then chin pillowed his On his shoulders, he looked at the gravestone that was going away, and was fascinated.
"Why did you throw your umbrella there, I can support it."
The man lowered his head and put her face on his face, his voice was very low. "It doesn't matter, just a few minutes away. If it's cold, you can take a bath when you go back, and you can have dinner just after soaking."