As he spoke, he snorted at the ground, pointed at the two people casually, and instructed them, "Hurry up and bury it, don't be seen by the nobles, it's really unlucky", and twisted his fat body back to the castle as he spoke.

"Yes, Mother Dean" The men bowed their heads and bowed their bodies, their expressions indifferent, as if they were no longer surprised by the dead children, and the two who were ordered carried the body of the little boy to the back garden.

Zhou Yun couldn't help but sit on the ground when he saw such a scene, "How, how, how can this be", as he spoke, he stumbled and chased in the direction of everyone, watching them bury the little boy under the roses with indifferent expressions and mechanical movements, Zhou Yunke couldn't help sneering when he watched their movements, squeezed his hands tightly, and didn't even feel that his palms were bleeding from his fingernails, "Heh, it turns out that such delicate roses are all exchanged for fresh lives, and you guys will be punished sooner or later, you are all accomplices." Zhou Yunke gritted his teeth and looked at them not taking fresh life seriously, his scarlet eyes carefully observed the surroundings, trying to keep this place in his mind.

"Yun Ke, wake up, wake up" Si Nan, looking at Zhou Yunke who was having a nightmare, couldn't help but gently pat her cheek.

"Ah~~~~" Zhou Yunke woke up from the dream, couldn't help shouting, his face fell unconsciously, Zhou Yunke recalled the picture in the dream and was desperate for not being able to save the boy, curled up and hugged himself tightly.

Sinan looked at Zhou Yunke, who was full of despair and helplessness, his eyes were full of distress and a trace of guilt, and he couldn't help but hug Zhou Yunke, who was hugging in a ball, touched her hair, and comforted, "Don't be afraid, it's okay, Yunke, I'm here, I'm here."

Zhou Yunke slowly recovered his emotions under Sinan's comfort, and looked at Sinan in front of him with tears in his eyes, "Boss, I want to save him, but I can't save him, I watched him die in front of me, and was buried casually by that group of people, how can they, how can they do this, and I can't do anything, I can't do anything, I can only watch, I can only watch but I can't do anything... ”

Sinan looked at Zhou Yunke, who was in pain, and couldn't help but ask softly, "Do you know that they buried that child there?" ”

"Buried, buried under a piece of rose, that rose looks so good, hehehe, it's so good-looking" As he spoke, Zhou Yunke laughed lowly, with some mockery.

When Sinan heard Zhou Yunke's words, he looked around, but did not find a place where roses were planted, so he took out his mobile phone and made a call.

"Boss?"

"Minglang, you bring two teams of people to investigate the location before you come, and notify the forensic doctor from the local police station to bring it over, how many you have with you."

"Yes, boss" Ma Minglang listened to Sinan's words, his heart tightened, "This is a big case," and hurriedly contacted his hand and hurried over.

Sinan looked at Zhou Yunke who was about to collapse gently, and comforted her softly, "Yunke, it's not your fault, it's all because of this orphanage, we have to find out the murderers and bring them to justice, so that the souls of the children who are persecuted like that child will rest in the sky."

"I know, sir, I know it, but in my heart I am... It is.... Zhou Yunke raised his hand to cover his chest, crying silently, with a trace of despair that arose out of nowhere.

Armand sat in mid-air, holding a fine wine from nowhere in his hand, pouring it for himself one by one, and while drinking, he looked at the two people below, with an indifferent expression, not knowing what he was thinking.