Sweet pursuit: Kiss goodnight, little sweetheart

For a moment, all the voices on Weibo were crying for injustice.

Many families came to the police station to look for relatives.

Some of the ashes contain personal ornaments or important things of the deceased, so a small number of family members have claimed their daughters.

The police don't know if there is a man's ashes in it. Anyway, after so many days, all the family members who came here were the family members who lost their daughter.

The ashes of real name authentication have a common feature——

Their bodies have not been developed.

The chief of the police station looked at the note presented by the police officer and smashed his fist on the table.

"This beast!"

So many young girls were devastated by him and ended up like that.

After a look at the crying family members in the courtyard, the director only felt that his heart was stuffy.

"Director..."

"How's the old and immortal curator now?"

"He was beaten a bit less by Xi, and the situation is not very good."

"Is it?" The director suddenly got up, put on the police cap, his eyes burst out a fierce light, "find a doctor to see him, let him live well."

He didn't want to die because he had done so many evils.

"Yes

The director took a look at the family members outside and was ready to go out to express sympathy.

When he got to the door, he suddenly thought of something, "when the court session starts on Saturday, be sure to inform the Wang family. If they don't show up that day, send someone to invite them."

……

When Xi Muhan receives the call from the director, he accidentally raises his eyebrows.

"Brother Han, whose phone is it?"

"A friend, you do your homework, I'll answer the phone."

Xi Muhan got up with his mobile phone and went to the balcony.

"Few seats."

The sound of the director getting drunk came from his mobile phone. Xi Muhan twisted his eyebrows and said, "director, what can I do for you when you call me so late?"

"Yes, yes." With a long sigh, the director smashed his fist on his chest, "Xi Shao, you don't know how hard it is for me to watch the families who come to the police station to claim the ashes these days."

In a way, the police and doctors share a common trait, that is cold-blooded.

They have seen too many criminals and too many dead people. Every time they face the family members of the dead, they have been able to keep their hearts at peace without any waves. At most, they can comfort them.

But this time, seeing so many families of the dead and hearing their stories about their daughter's experience, the director was not happy.

If it wasn't for the clothes on his body to remind him, he really wanted to rush to the detention house and beat the old man.

But what about a fight?

The girls have lost their lives, and their families have lost their loved ones.

The director, a man in his forties, started to cry with his mobile phone.

Xi Muhan listened to the intermittent crying inside his mobile phone. His slender body was facing out of the window. He looked up at the sky 45 degrees.

Today, there are so many stars in the sky that they are like the souls living in the Little Buddha statues to bid farewell to them for the last night.

Dark eyes are very calm, he asked in a clear voice: "what do you want me to do?"

Everyone has compassion, but he doesn't believe that the director will call him to complain for no reason.

There was dozens of seconds of silence on the phone.