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"Then tell me, how can you conclude that she is Mu Qingqing?!"

Quan Zichen's tone was cold, he let go of his hand and pointed to the pile of bones.

"Listen to me, the forensic doctor has detected a small amount of pharmaceutical ingredients in her bones, and these drugs are the same as the ones that Miss Mu took before leaving. ”

"What else is there?!"

"No more. Height, age, time of death, plus the ingredients of the drug, I think, are already very indicative. ”

Quan Zichen was silent and stopped speaking, as if all the strength in his body had been taken away!

His eyes were vacant, and he looked at the skeleton quietly......

"Qingqing...... Qingqing ......"

Muttering, he walked over.

Is this the little girl? the little girl who likes to do her homework next to him, who likes to be naughty, who likes to pick up his clothes?

Obviously, she is alive, she will call him "brother" sweetly, and she will put her arms around his neck and say shamelessly, "Kiss, kiss"......

She laughs, she makes trouble, she cries, she gets angry......

How could it be the corpse in front of him that was so cold that it didn't have any temperature......

He walked over and walked slowly......

"Mr. Quan, don't go over......" Du Wen said worriedly.

How could Quan Zichen listen, he walked over, and through the protective fence, he wanted to reach out and touch her.

"Qingqing...... Why would you rather die than stay by my side? Why?"

Tears flowed from the corners of his eyes, and his shoulders trembled.

"Qingqing...... If there is an afterlife, if you marry me, I will love you with all my might. If you marry me, I want you to live happily ever after, and we will have a few more children, don't you like your daughter very much? After your daughter is born, she will call you 'Mommy' and call me 'Dad'......"

"Qingqing, you promise me, even if you don't want to, you get up and promise me......"

"Did you hear that?!Did you come out and didn't even listen to me? Mu Qingqing, tell me, are you willing to marry me?"

Rao is Du Wen is a man, and when he heard this, he also shed tears.

"Mr. Quan...... Calm down, you can't come back to life. ”

"I want to hug her......" Shen Chi's voice was hoarse.

Through the glass, there was unconcealable sadness in his eyes.

"Mr. Quan, no, in case of bacterial infection, it will kill people!" Du Wenyi was stern.

"What if I died? Without her, I would have been worse off than dead. Quan Zichen's gaze wandered.

"Mr. Quan, don't think like that, there is still a long way to go, what is in the past will always pass, and you have to look forward!"

"Duwen, you find someone to open the glass, go!"

"Mr. Quan, it's impossible, I won't go, it's too dangerous!"

"You're not going, are you? Believe it or not, I'm going to smash the glass right now?"

"Mr. Quan, calm down!" Du Wen hugged Quan Zichen, "If you agree, you can bring the ashes back to Quan's house, but if it's too dangerous, you must not do it!"

"You let go of your hands!"

When Quan Zichen stared at the bones, he suddenly remembered something!

"No, I won't let it go! Mr. Quan, you mourn. ”

"Call a medical examiner!"

"Forensics?" Du Wen was stunned.

"I know how to determine if she is Mu Qingqing, you go and call a forensic doctor!"

"Good ......" Du Wen's eyes were firm, and he ran away quickly.

Quan Zichen and Mu Qingqing have been together day and night for eleven years, since he said that there is a way, then there must be a way!

Soon, the medical examiner came.

"Forensic doctor, go check to see if she has any gunshot wounds on her body!"

The forensic doctor was fully armed, only showing a pair of eyes, and he nodded: "Okay." ”

Soon, it was time for the intense inspection.

Time was turning fast minute by minute, and Quan Zichen's heart was about to jump to his throat.

This is his last hope......

Definitely, by all means.

I don't know how long later, the forensic doctor came out!

He shook his head calmly: "There are no signs of injury, let alone a gunshot wound." ”

At that moment, Quan Zichen was filled with joy and sorrow, and he was at a loss like a child.

There are no signs of injury, which means that this is not Mu Qingqing, it must not be.

He knew that she was still alive and must be alive!

"Duwen, you keep looking for me!"

Quan Zichen strode out of this room without looking back!

"Mr. Quan, could it be that Miss Mu didn't have a gunshot wound?"

"Impossible!"

This is the only thing that Quan Zichen is sure of, because Xu Fan knew from the doctor that the bullet grazed Mu Qingqing's bones.

As soon as he thought of that bullet, Quan Zichen's heart ached again.

She actually helped that man block that shot, how painful should she be......

"It's good that it can't be. Du Wen wiped his sweat.

He also hopes that it is not Mu Qingqing.

……......

"Keep looking. ”

These are the last three words that Quan Zichen threw to Du Wen before leaving Sumatra.

Keep looking and find him at the end of his life.

After returning home, it snowed again.

It was gloomy everywhere, and the snowflakes were getting bigger and bigger.

At first, it was like catkins floating down, and then it became pieces of paper, large pieces of paper, floating around.

Quan Zichen had a problem with his stomach, so instead of continuing to be stubborn, he chose to be hospitalized.

In the hospital, he watched the snowflakes flutter outside the window, watching the sun, moon and stars change.

Sometimes, he would look at the newspaper, and sometimes, he would take out the old photos from the past and not look at anything else, only Mu Qingqing.

And the puppet, which he gave her when she was ten years old. He also brought it and put it at the head of his bed.

This hospital is a month of residence.

He completely hurt his stomach.

The snow seemed to be falling non-stop this winter, and the day he was discharged from the hospital, the snow was still falling.

It's been a long time since it's snowed so heavily in City A, and it's been said on TV that it's a once-in-50-year blizzard.

There was white everywhere, as if all that was left of the world was such a monotonous color.

Quan Zichen put on his black trench coat and stood at the window and lit a cigarette.

It's been seven months since she's been away from him.

He knew that no matter if it was seven months, seven years, or seventy years, he would never forget her.

Those who love the bone marrow will never forget it.

He held the cigarette between his fingers and slowly exhaled a puff of smoke.

The gaze never left the front, and the snow was covered in the distance, with no end in sight.

On the empty ground, he seemed to see the lively little figure again.

"Brother, come and build a snowman with me. ”

"Childish. ”

"Do you have a childhood? If you don't build a snowman with me today, you just like me!"

"Boring. ”