Six years later, she took three milk balls to blow up the world

The fire started quickly and fiercely, and quickly spread from the second floor to the lobby on the first floor.

The burning ceiling panels and various decoration materials fell downstairs with clatter. The hotel employees who tried to put out the fire were almost hit, so they had to flee with their heads in their hands, no longer caring that the boss was still living upstairs.

On the road not far from the hotel, several police cars sped over.

The people in the car saw the thick smoke from a distance, their expressions tightened, and they immediately understood what happened: "Oops!"

From the moment Li Guigong left the private restaurant in the east of the city, bodyguard Zhan San led people to rush here quickly, and even called the police in advance to mobilize the nearest personnel to arrest him first.

But it was still a step too late.

Police officers arrived and found the fire was raging.

Not to mention arresting people, it is good to prevent the fire from spreading to neighboring houses.

They could only call and urge the fire brigade to come quickly.

In the next half hour, the fire brigade and police were exhausted and managed to control the fire.

The private restaurant, which was originally elegantly decorated, was completely burned into ruins.

Zhan San jumped out of the car with others, and what he saw was the horrific fire scene and the restaurant employees who were trembling and couldn't speak clearly.

"I, I don't know how the fire started... It seems that the fire started in our boss's office first... Our boss still lives upstairs..."

The person in charge of purchasing explained the situation tremblingly, thinking that the boss might have been burned to death, and he was trembling all over.

After Zhan San heard this, his heart sank.

It was so coincidental that it became popular. It must be the person behind it who took action first.

He led people up the burned stairs to the second floor. Sure enough, in the burned office, a "human stick" that had been burned beyond recognition fell on the sofa shelf.

The sofa had been burned out, and the man had been burned to almost carbonization.

Not to mention the information cabinet next to it and the electronic equipment in the room, not even a scrap was left behind.

After Zhan San confirmed that the deceased was Wang Hua, the owner of the private restaurant, he asked the police to take away the body. He personally inspected various parts of the scene.

The final conclusion reached was consistent with that of the police.

With a heavy heart, he called Zhan Mochen to report the bad news.

"This was a man-made arson case. The deceased's neck bones were first broken, and then set on fire. There were traces of gasoline burning at several fire points at the scene. The intention to kill and silence was very obvious."

"Besides the deceased, are there any clues?"

"No, the whole restaurant was burned to rubble."

"……I see."

After hanging up the phone, Zhan Mochen was not only furious, but also felt a sense of powerlessness deep in his heart.

The intention of killing people and silencing them is very obvious...are the people behind it so arrogant that they don't hide anything at all?

He felt that from the beginning to now, there had been an invisible big hand controlling everything behind the scenes, playing with all of them.

But the person behind this one didn't show any flaws at all.

Mysterious organizations, ghost accounts, clean traces of the Internet, and predictions that know their mentality well...

These methods are very similar to the Song Dynasty.

If he and Song Jing hadn't been brothers by fate, he might have suspected that Song Jing was responsible for all this.

But he knew that Song Jing would never do anything to harm the children.

Then who else in this world has methods so similar to Song Jing's?

Could the person behind it want to take advantage of this to drive a wedge between him and Song Jing, or even cause a break between the Zhan family and the Song family?
Thinking of Mr. Song who was still recovering in the hospital, Zhan Mochen vaguely had some ideas.

The person behind the kidnapping of the children has not been found, and the person behind Mr. Song's rise to the forefront of public opinion has also not been found.

Could it be that these two things were done by the same person?

Thoughts raced in Zhan Mochen's mind. After thinking for a moment, he sent Zhan San new instructions.

"Leave the investigation of the cause of the fire to the police and concentrate on investigating Wang Hua. All special events from his birth to the present cannot be missed!"

If the murderer dared to leave such obvious traces, he was provoking them and telling them that all his traces had been cleaned up. Then there is no need to waste time and energy.

Later, Zhan Mochen called Song Jing again: "Where are you? Let's meet."

"Xiao Shao and I are at your house. You can see me when you get home."

"Okay, I'll go back right away."

……

Bihaitian Villa.

When they got home, the four children all rushed to their respective bathrooms at the same time.

An Yan couldn't stop him.

An Chenchen's face tightened: "Mommy, I need to take a bath, I already stink!"

An Nuannuan: "I'm rotten too!"

An Suisui: "Dabai, don't run away, Dabai... Mommy, Dabai was vomited by me!"

Although Tang Tang didn't speak, she twisted her little hands together and rubbed them together, barely removing a layer of mud from her hands.

An Yan looked at the four little clay figurine-like children and had no choice but to let them go.

But she was still worried. After repeatedly reminding them that the wound should not be exposed to water, she went in with Lan Xin to help.

An Chenchen and An Suisui were shy and refused to help, but An Nuannuan and Tang Tang happily took a bath with the help of their respective mothers.

After the four children came out clean and put on clean clothes, they immediately returned to their former clean, soft and cute appearance.

But this time, the scars on his body looked more eye-catching.

The gauze on An Nuannuan's feet got wet and was bandaged again. Medicine was applied to An Suisui's little mouth. The scratches on An Chenchen and Tang Tang's bodies were also red and swollen, which was particularly obvious.

An Yan and Tang Wenbin looked at them and felt distressed again.

An Nuannuan's mood has completely stabilized now, and she comforts An Yan thoughtfully.

"Mommy, I don't feel any pain anymore. It's just a minor injury. It will get better soon!"

"Yes, Aunt An, it doesn't matter to me. In a few days, we can go to school!"

Tang Tang just signed up and was taken away before he could enter the school. He was full of expectations for going to school.

An Yan forced a smile and nodded: "Okay, I will send you to school after you have completely recovered."

An Chenchen sat next to him, his usual calm tone and few words.

An Suisui, who was usually very lively, lowered his head and remained silent.

He should feel happy to have returned home safely.

But why does he feel so lost?

The home was as warm as ever, but seeing everyone lively and busy together, he couldn't help but think of Xiaohe's lonely back when he finally left.

In the boundless wilderness, she was so thin and small, how could a person survive alone?

An Yan and An Nuannuan were intimate for a while and prepared to send the children back to sleep.

At this time, I finally noticed the loneliness and unhappy look on An Suisui's face.

She touched An Suisui's little head: "What's wrong, Suisui? Are you still feeling uncomfortable somewhere?"

"No."

"Then why do you look so unhappy?"

"It's because..." An Suisui hesitated.

But when he met Mommy's concerned eyes, he couldn't help but speak his mind.

"Mommy, I was kidnapped this time and met a good friend, but she refused to come back with us." (End of Chapter)