90s: You are all reborn, who will spoil you?

Xie Yan shook her head and said to the police officer in front of her in a very serious tone: "Uncle, you must go! Please trust me! I know how to get home by myself, you don't need to send me off!"

The police officer smiled and nodded in agreement.

Xie Yan then hurried home. If her father found out that she was not at Lu Tingting's house, he would definitely be worried.

After watching the little girl run away, several policemen stood together and chatted.

"Old Su, do you really believe what an 8-year-old girl dreamed?"

"This is hilarious! A dream can solve a case? Old Su, don't be too ridiculous!"

"That's right, Lao Su, just leave that little girl alone once she goes home."

Su Zhihui smiled and said nothing. Su Yang, who was sitting in the room, came out and took Su Zhihui's hand.

"Dad, I think we can try to stay there." Su Yang rubbed his nose. Spring is the peak season for rhinitis. He smelled a strong herbal aroma where the girl stayed.

Su Zhihui looked down at his son, a hint of surprise flashing in his eyes, and then a smile of approval appeared on the corner of his mouth. "Oh? Squatting? Tell me what you think."

Su Yang's eyes flashed with the determination and sharpness unique to a teenager. He took a deep breath, trying to relieve the discomfort in his nose, and then said seriously, "I heard everything she said just now. Her description was clear, her language was fluent, and her logic was rigorous. First of all, I can rule out mental problems. Secondly, she went to the health center, so she looks like the child of medical staff. They receive better education than children from ordinary families. Finally, my intuition tells me that what she said is credible."

As Su Zhihui listened to his son's words, his eyes gradually became profound.

He patted Su Yang's shoulder, his tone filled with pride: "Son, I'm glad you've grown up and can think independently. So, let's ask mom and sister for a day off tonight and go catch the bad guys, okay?"

Su Yang nodded vigorously, with an inexplicable light flashing in his eyes.

As for Xie Yan, she was thinking as she walked.

She didn't know if the police would believe such a ridiculous idea, but at least she tried.

However, she always had a plan B. If the police didn't come tonight, she would have other options.

Xie Yan was immersed in her own thoughts, and her pace unconsciously quickened, as if every step was on the road to finding the answer.

The sun's halo elongated her figure, creating a sharp contrast with the people hurrying around her.

She was thinking about the backup plan in her mind, with determination and indomitable spirit in her eyes.

Suddenly, a clear child's laughter broke her meditation. It was Yao Wenjie's voice, which Xie Yan was very familiar with.

Xie Yan looked up suddenly and realized that she almost brushed past a mother and child in front of her - Li Fang was gently holding Yao Wenjie's little hand.

Li Fang's eyes were slightly red, as if she had just experienced a silent cry.

The most eye-catching thing was the shocking bruises on her cheeks, which varied in color, ranging from light purple to dark brown, like the most incongruous nebula in the night sky, abrupt and dazzling.

Xie Yan frowned, glanced at Li Fang, and then said, "Hello, Aunt Li."

Li Fang breathed a sigh of relief when she saw that the person in front of her was Xie Yan. She quickly pulled her son Yao Wenjie and asked him to call her sister.

"Hello, Xie Yan."

"Xiaojie, call me sister!"

Yao Wenjie glanced at Xie Yan and turned his head away. The four-year-old child's eyes were filled with malice and contempt.

"No, I don't want to call you a money-losing sister."

When Xie Yan heard this, the expression on her face froze instantly. She didn't expect a four-year-old child to say such a thing.

Li Fang's face instantly turned ashen. She suddenly pulled Yao Wenjie over and glared at him sternly: "Xiaojie, you can't talk like that! Apologize to your sister now!"

Yao Wenjie shuddered at his mother's sudden harshness, but then he straightened his back stubbornly, his eyes still filled with hostility: "I don't want it! She's a money-loser. Daddy said that girls are useless!"

When Li Fang heard this, an expression of shame and anger appeared on her face.

She turned to look at Xie Yan, her eyes full of apology: "Xie Yan, I'm sorry, this child has been spoiled by my husband. He always says some nonsense at home. I didn't expect Xiaojie to learn from him..."

Xie Yan forced a smile: "It's okay, Aunt Li, children's words are innocent."

Xie Yan no longer paid attention to Yao Wenjie, but turned her gaze away and asked Li Fang gently but with a hint of inquiry: "Aunt Li, your face? Why does it seem..."

Li Fang subconsciously raised her hand and touched her cheek. There was a faint bruise there. Although it was not obvious, it was still visible under Xie Yan's sharp gaze.

She sighed, a hint of helplessness and bitterness flashed in her eyes: "Oh, this, I accidentally bumped into it."

"Aunt Li, if you need any help, just let me know." Xie Yan's voice was soft, and her words were full of sincerity and care.

Li Fang sighed and waved goodbye to Xie Yan.

When Xie Yan returned home, Xie Jianhua had already prepared lunch and left a note on the table.

Xie Jianhua took lunch to the clinic to deliver it to Lin Luping.

After having dinner with Xie Jianhua, the two women spent the whole afternoon studying and reading.

Xie Yan waited absentmindedly until after seven o'clock in the evening. The wind began to blow outside, bringing with it the coolness of early spring and a sense of unease.

She sat by the window, staring blankly at the dark pedestrian path leading from the clinic to the street. Her heart seemed to be shrouded in a dark cloud, so heavy that it made it difficult to breathe.

The wind gradually grew stronger, and the leaves danced wildly in the wind. Then, a few dull thunders sounded in the sky, foreshadowing the coming of a heavy rain.

Xie Jianhua walked to the window and closed it tightly to prevent rain from splashing into the house.

Even so, Xie Yan could still feel the oppression from the outside world.

Su Zhihui and his son, who were hiding near the trail, looked at the raindrops falling from the sky. The raindrops fell as densely as fine threads, covering the night with a hazy veil.

Su Zhihui frowned and raised the collar of his coat slightly, trying to resist the sudden chill.

He looked down at Su Yang beside him, and saw that his son Su Yang was staring intently at the front, with determination and expectation flashing in his eyes.

"Dad, the rain looks like it will get pretty heavy. Do we really have to wait here?" There was a hint of uncertainty in Su Yang's voice, but more of his determination to capture the fugitive.

Su Zhihui nodded, his eyes firm: "Well, now that you have made the decision, you can't give up easily."

When Su Yang heard this, a hint of approval flashed in his eyes.

He adjusted his posture to hide himself more concealedly behind the bushes, while tightly gripping the small recording device in his hand, ready to record any possible key information at any time.

The rain gradually got heavier, and the raindrops hit the leaves, making crackling sounds.

Time passed minute by minute, and the path in the rainy night remained silent.

In this quiet moment, Xie Yan suddenly called out to Xie Jianhua, who was buried in a book in the study. Her voice was filled with longing and anticipation: "Dad, I want to eat dumplings from Honghong Noodle House. Can you take me there to buy some?"

Upon hearing this, Xie Jianhua looked up at his daughter, a hint of surprise flashing in his eyes.

Looking at his daughter's eyes full of longing, a warm feeling welled up in his heart, filled with endless love and doting for his daughter as a father.

"Okay, Dad will take you there." Xie Jianhua replied with a smile, his tone full of tenderness and determination.

He quickly put down the book in his hand, walked to the wardrobe, picked up a coat, and prepared a raincoat for Xie Yan. Then the two hurried out the door.

The rain continued to fall, but Xie Jianhua didn't care.

He held Xie Yan's hand tightly, walked carefully through the rain, and headed towards the Honghong Noodle House.