Hang oneself?

Is it really self-hanging? Or is there something else going on? It stands to reason that there will be no accidents in the detention center......

However, this is not something he can do, he only hopes to solve the case as soon as possible and return Fang Li to the truth, after all, she is not wrong to death... Da...

"Xiao Lu, there is a flower delivery ...... I want to see you. The new assistant knocked on the door and came in and said to him.

Sending flowers? When he heard this, he frowned, endured the sullen breath in his heart, and didn't vent it in front of the assistant, "No, let him go." ”

“…… But the ......" assistant seemed to be a little embarrassed.

"What's wrong?" He asked, looking up.

"He said he would regret not seeing him, and ...... You won't go outside......" the assistant whispered.

His eyebrows tightened, "Call him in." ”

This so-called flower giver, he didn't want to see it, but the sentence "I must regret it if I don't see it" reminded him of one thing - his sister once mentioned that the little brother who sent flowers had a message in a flower that he gave her......

Just as he was thinking, the man came, holding a large bouquet of white hyacinths, white and dazzling......

"Mr. Xiao, please sign for your flowers." The little brother who sent the flowers to him.

Xiao Yiting's eyes fell on this flower, the fresh flowers, on top of the tender yellow stamen, he really wanted to reach out, knead these flowers into powder, and then smash them all back into the man's face......

"Mr. Xiao, the flower giver said, can you please sign for it in person?" The flower delivery brother took out the flower delivery list

Still sign for it in person?

In disgust, he didn't look at the receipt, but took the flower roughly, and tossed the carefully wrapped white flowers, but found nothing, it was just a flower......

He looked at the little brother who sent flowers, did he think too much about himself?

The little brother didn't say anything, and looked dazed.

He waved his hand, "Alright, let's go." ”

Seeing that he still refused to sign, the younger brother had no choice but to put down the list and not want him to sign, silently opened the door and walked back......

He sat for a while, unwilling, and searched among the flowers for a while, but still found nothing.

Now he was a little annoyed, threw the flower on the ground, and stepped on it with his foot, as if he had broken the flower, and he could trample on the feeling that he couldn't shake off.

He stomped on it until every flower withered and shattered under his feet, and then he angrily returned to his chair and sat down.

Looking at the disastrous flowers on the ground, I didn't feel relieved in my heart, those eyes, those smiling but melancholy eyes, like maggots on the tarsal bones......

He cursed secretly in his heart, made a loud noise, and swept the things on the table, including the signed receipt.

The white receipt fluttered on the ground, and fell within his line of sight, and he realized that this list was not an ordinary receipt, it was clearly a thin pure white card......

Subconsciously, I picked it up, and there was a handwritten sentence on it: I know you won't sign, but I still stay in that rainy season, under that tree, although, that rainy season has never returned......

At the bottom of this sentence, someone's name is written, and then, next to it, is it asking him to sign his name here?

What's it called?!

He was furious, brushed twice, tore the piece of paper into four pieces, and threw it away, and the paper fell into the pile of broken flowers.

Rainy season! Rainy season! Rain you ......

He wanted to explode his words, but his thoughts suddenly stopped here......

After thinking about it, I picked up my car keys and flew out the door. When passing by Fang Li's desk, he stopped, Fang Li's drawers had all been pulled out, and the contents were empty, the police had just checked......

Sighing again in his heart, he quickened his pace and walked out of the law firm.

I drove straight to the elementary school where I once studied.

It is the last winter, the branches and leaves of the trees are all gone, the new shoots have not yet begun to grow, a bleak scene, only the sound of reading aloud from the classroom, the crisp children's voice, so that this winter, there is a lot of vitality......

He walked around the school building and came to a grove in the back.

More than 20 years later, this forest is still there, and the trees are much taller and thicker than they were twenty years ago.

He counted from the first tree on the sidewalk, counted to the tenth, and then stood under the tree to take a closer look.

The soil under the trees seems to be a little loose and mixed