This is very possible, but it is not certain that this was done by Shen Health, maybe someone else?

An Yan's mind turned slightly, and he happened to hear An Ting calling someone outside, so he took some pictures that could explain things in the previous painting with his mobile phone.

"We found a notebook in the corner of Wu Chunying's room." An Ting took out the notebook and handed it to An Yan, obviously the two of them had already read it roughly.

There is no date or weather record in this notebook, it seems to be just Shi Chunying's essay.

The first ones are all things like moaning without illness, such as when will you come to see her when you are healthy.

"Look straight from the middle." An Ting took the mobile phone handed over by Zhong Rin, and reminded An Yan while unlocking it.

An Yan followed An Ting's words, directly selected a page from the middle, and found that there was no useful information, so he flipped back again.

Tonight, Health and I quarreled, this is not the first time I have quarreled with me because of the child's affairs, what should I do, it's not that I don't want to have a son, but I really can't conceive, I took a lot of medicine, but my stomach is stunned and there is no movement, what can I do.

He said that if he could not bear him a son, he would go to another woman, no! How can this be, I have paid so much for him, and I even do not hesitate to follow him as a lover for him, but he actually wants to find another woman, which is the most unbearable thing for me.

Koyanagi! My favorite daughter, why can't you be a boy, if you are a boy, how happy our family of three should be together!

…………

Some of the middle are Shi Chunying's complaints about Shen Jianxing and his legal pawn Susan, and even cursed Susan in her diary countless times, telling her to die quickly, so that their family of three can be together, and she doesn't have to hold her head up in the name of Xiaosan.

God, thank you so much, thank you for giving me another child, if this is a boy, then I will be very, very happy in this life.

Shi Chunying wrote this sentence in her diary, it seems that she is really looking forward to this child, and the words after that are basically expectations for the child, but there are very few records about Shi Xiaoliu.

Thinking of Shi Xiaoliu's painting of a person looking at his parents happily, An Yan understood that Shi Xiaoliu was very sad at that time, his father wanted a son, but because of the arrival of the child, the family ignored her, which made her sad.

But no matter how unhappy they were, the child was still born, it was the boy that Shi Chunying and Shen Jiankang had been looking forward to for a long time, and the two of them were very happy.

Regarding the birth of the child, I only remembered a few strokes, it should be that Shi Chunying was busy taking care of the baby at the time and had no time to write.

But turning it back, there is nothing left, only two words, devil.

Judging from the handwriting, Shi Chunying should have been in an unconscious state of writing at that time, because many words overlapped, which shows that she didn't write seriously at that time, or her eyes didn't pay attention to the notebook at all.

"I don't understand, what does the word devil mean?" An Yan flipped through the diary, not understanding what she was trying to say.

If it weren't for Shi Xiaoliu's paintings, An Yan wouldn't even understand what Shi Chunying wanted to express, it can be seen that this book is really just written by her to record her mood, write a stroke when she is in a good mood, and capitalize a close-up when she is bad.

"I'm thinking about a question, judging from the paintings of Shi Chunying and Shi Xiaoliu, she and Shen Jianguo obviously gave birth to a son, but Shen Jianguo didn't say a word about the child, why? Shi Chunying and Shi Xiaoliu have become ghosts, so where did this baby go? An Ting returned the phone to An Yan and looked at the time, it was almost two o'clock in the morning.

"Forget it, let's go back and rest first, and I'll have someone investigate the matter tomorrow." An Ting saw An Yan and Zhuang He yawning repeatedly, so he motioned for the two to go back and rest.

"You guys go back, come back tomorrow, my brother and I will go back to the bureau overnight." An Yan covered his mouth and yawned again, it wasn't that he didn't want to go back to sleep, he really couldn't rest assured that his brother.

The evil ghost didn't get a bargain on him today, the ghost knows if he will pick the softest persimmon to pinch while everyone is scattered, he has already lost his family once, that kind of heart-wrenching feeling, he doesn't want to experience it a second time.

When he arrived at the police station, An Yan washed up a little, and then directly hugged the pillow and nested on the sofa.

Fortunately, the weather was already warm at this time, and I couldn't feel cold when I turned on the air conditioner.

By the time An Ting came back from the pantry with coffee, An Yan had already fallen asleep on the sofa with a pillow.

Lightly put the coffee on the table, took out a coral velvet blanket from the cabinet where the blanket was placed, gently covered An Yan's body, and lowered the light, and then returned to his desk.

He's going to have to sort out today's events.

It wasn't until the sky was flooded with fish maw and there were gradually voices in the police station that An Ting woke up, and after thinking about it all night, he thought of a possibility, but he still needed to investigate and collect evidence.

"What time is it?" An Yan was woken up by the sound outside, rubbing his eyes and asking while waking up, the hair on his head unconsciously picked up a handful of derpy hairs because he slept too soundly.

"It's only past six o'clock, it's still early, you can sleep a little longer." An Ting raised his eyes and looked at his younger brother, continuing to think about things.

"Don't sleep, you haven't slept all night?" An Yan folded the blanket and put it aside, and when he walked over to see all kinds of scratch paper on An Ting's table, on which his conjectures were written, he knew that An Ting must have not slept all night last night.

"Get used to it." An Ting rubbed his somewhat sour eyes and yawned slightly.

You can get used to this! An Yan shook his head speechlessly, "So the rate of sudden death of the police is several times higher than that of ordinary people, it is caused by your desperate Saburo working overtime every day, don't wait for you to be thirty, just because you often work overtime and stay up late, become bald, it is not good to grow up, and if you become bald, there will be no woman who wants you!" ”

"Little rabbit, you can't say it directly if you care about your brother, you have to talk about my appearance." An Ting angrily threw the instant noodle bucket on the table. "Go and make me noodles."

Knowing that he was enslaving him, An Yan quickly took the instant noodles that hit his handsome face, and muttered, "Eat junk food every day and reduce your lifespan." He put the instant noodles back down.

.m.