What's wrong with you?

What happened next was unexpected but natural.Yu You fully admitted his crime and was temporarily locked up.

Tang Liu invited Lin Yuan and Lin Jiye to be witnesses in the trial, but they were declined.

Just as Lin Yuansheng thought, Yu You just happened to kill a couple that day.

The woman, surnamed Yuan, was the second daughter of a well-to-do family. She was killed when she went to the amusement park with her fiancé.

The three couples all fell from happiness to the abyss of despair.Their families are devastated.

The dead die, the living think.

The dead die, the living mourn.

The dead die, the living are trapped.

The dead die, the living suffer.

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"Thank you Lin Yuansheng, if it weren't for you, we might not have found the murderer so quickly."

It was that lounge again, Xiong Ao, Tang Liu, Lin Yuansheng, and Lin Jiye were sitting around.

As soon as Xiong Ao opened his mouth, he thanked him. His back was straight, his face was cold and serious, and his thanks seemed to be talking about some important matter of life and death.

"It's okay. Anyway, idle is idle, just find something to do."

On the plain sofa, Lin Yuansheng leaned slightly on the left armrest, his eyes were drowsy, his eyes were black and blue, he was sleepy, and his response seemed to be humming from his nasal cavity, adding a bit of childish cuteness.

While admiring the beauty of his family, Asheng, Lin Jiye picked up the windbreaker that he took off when he entered the door and covered Lin Yuansheng's back, "Sleep for a while if you're sleepy, and I'll take you back later."

"No, I'll be back now..." With a heavy back on his back, he raised his eyelids and glanced at Lin Jiye's face, which was chaotic. At some point, the murmured refusal in his mouth gradually disappeared, and he closed his eyes in a blink of an eye, and fell asleep. .

"What's the matter?" Tang Liu asked softly, but Lin Jiye gave him a stare. He shook his head and said silently, "Last night he kept having nightmares and didn't sleep well."

At this moment, my son, Lin Yuansheng finally fell asleep, and fell into a dark and sweet dreamland, his consciousness also floated up and down vaguely, but he no longer drifted so hard to see the scenes that always made his heart ache.

"Then let's go first."

Tang moved his lips and said silently.

Fortunately, the other two understood lip language, so Xiong Ao nodded in agreement and stood up.

The two walked to the door silently, opened it, and closed it again.

Just as Lin Jiye was about to tidy up Lin Yuansheng's messy clothes, he heard a commotion outside the door, and then the sound of the door being forced open.

There was a man standing outside the door, about 30 years old, thin and scholar-like, wearing glasses, with red eye circles, looking closely, he looked somewhat similar to Lin Yuansheng.

Through the men, Tang Liu and Xiong Ao stretched out their hands to block them, a gray-haired old lady and an ordinary woman in her 30s supporting the old lady, and a tall, thin young man with a handsome face .

Lin Jiye frowned, stood up, walked to the door, faced the man, and said, "Whoever you are, please go to the next door first, Asheng is resting..."

He lowered his voice, as if muttering to himself, but there was oppression in his eyes.

The oppression of the superiors on the inferiors.

As soon as he heard the word A Sheng, the middle-aged man couldn't help but took off his glasses and covered his eyes. Soon, he choked back a sob, nodded, and said, "Okay..."

After finishing speaking, he turned around and helped the old lady with cloudy eyes and a slightly dull expression.

The man whispered, "Mom, let's go next door first, Ah Sheng is sleeping."

"Asheng...my Asheng..." After the man finished speaking, the old lady came to her senses, opened her mouth, murmured twice, and two turbid tears slid down her cheeks.