C23 (1/2)

”Where did you bury it?” He looked straight at him, thinking that the boy was still going around with him.

”Buried somewhere in the back of the mountain.”

”At the back of the mountain, isn't that a cemetery?”

”But there are also open spaces. Those are all places with bad feng shui, and the soil is thin.”

”Go on.”

”It's nothing. When I'm done, I called Fu Lian again and sent her a map of the corpse. I had deliberately selected a suitable angle for her shot. It's the kind of angle that is both miserable and not so cruel. ” As he spoke, Fu Yu's expression actually revealed a trace of complacency, as if he was boasting about his photography skills and vision.

Ning Ruonan thought to herself, just how much do I hate one person to achieve such a feat?

Finally, she could no longer hold it in:

”Tell me, why do you hate Lu Xiaoshan so much?”

”For no other reason, I am grateful to Fu Lian. She helped me when I was at my worst. At that time, when I was drunk at the gay pub every night, she came to pick me up.

Sometimes I'd even be pulled out of the public toilet and secretly introduced.

She gave me the least respect and a lot of support until I found a job in the bar. Even though she used me as well, but this was a repayment, a clear favor.

So I hate anything Fu Lian hates. As I said, I knew her because I was working for her. She was in pain, under general anesthesia, but she kept crying. I didn't understand it at the time, but then I did.

It wasn't the beating of a child that made a woman suffer at all, but the father who didn't want a child.

Tan Wenshi didn't say he didn't want a child. He just didn't have a place to stay.

Or rather, he just married the woman back and gave her an empty house. ”

Ning Ruonan was silent, she didn't say anything else.

Xiao He stood up and waved to Ning Ruonan.

She nodded and went out.

A moment later, two policemen came in and unlocked the handcuffs on the chair.

”Fu Yu, I'll have to trouble you to come with us tomorrow.”

Fu Yu nodded.

That night, Xiao He still had not fallen asleep.

The clown seemed to be very close to him tonight, only in between breaths. However, it was useless. Although he had checked the house inside and outside, he did not find any surveillance cameras or anything. Had he been hallucinating ever since?

He dreamed that the walls, the corners, and the doors were filled with cameras. As for the cameras, they gradually enlarged to a certain extent and the face of the clown slowly appeared on the camera. The clown's face also grew bigger and bigger along with the strange smile on his face.

Xiao He woke up from his dream in the middle of the night.

Camera?

Suddenly, he seemed to recall something.

Seven in the morning.

The police car headed for the back mountain. Along the way, Fu Yu was looking out of the window. Everyone was speechless.

When they reached the foot of the mountain, everyone alighted.

Two policemen walked in front with Fu Yu and a group of people following behind them.

After about thirty minutes, under Fu Yu's guidance, they made seven turns and turned eight corners before they arrived at a rocky area. Indeed, this place was not suitable for the Cooperative Graveyard.

After searching for about five minutes, Fu Yu finally found the place he had originally buried.

The officers of the Field Department were careful to shovel the evidence down, bit by bit, as if they were afraid of damaging it if they weren't careful.

Finally, the officer dug out a black drawstring bag.