Han Ranchen watched the news on TV, and tears fell down one by one. She gently patted the sleeping Shizuka, her eyes full of compassion.

This three-year-old girl, on this day, not only lost her proud father forever, but also like Xia Xingran, before the truth is revealed, she will always have to bear the infamy of the criminal's daughter and survive in this world with difficulty.

The most difficult thing is that from now on, her freedom and life safety can no longer be both.

Han Ranchen knew very well that the leader of a criminal organization with such a skill must be a suspicious person who likes to cut grass and eradicate roots, and if he didn't catch Shizuka this time, he would definitely not give up in the future.

She turned off the TV, and her eyes unconsciously drifted to Chang Huan's bedroom, where the door was closed. From the afternoon to know the news of Zhao Zhiyun's death, until now at 12 midnight. For 6 hours, Chang Huan locked himself in his room, not eating, drinking, or talking.

Han Ranchen knew that he was in a bad mood, so he didn't dare to disturb him. But it's been so long, she really can't let go.

She gently pushed open the door and saw Chang Huan sitting on the swivel chair, holding a photo of the water in his hand, stunned.

This is the second time that Han Ranchen has seen Chang Huan crying bitterly after Xia Qingyi and Ruan Yiren fell to their deaths.

"This picture was taken when he came back from his first mission with me." Chang Huan stroked the photo, and his voice was choked: "He was only 18 years old when he first came to the police station, he was stunned and reckless, and there was not a day when I didn't scold him."

Han Ranchen looked down, and in the photo were Zhao Zhiyun and Chang Huan with their shoulders hooked and on their backs, with a happy face.

Zhao Zhiyun's green face was covered with black mud, and the police uniform on his body was also dirty. With a mouthful of big white teeth, a pair of eyes are amazingly bright, full of life.

"I was 12 years older than him, and since I entered the police station, he thought that I was a master, and although I was stubborn, this child was brave, fearless, loyal, and very filial."

Chang Huan held the photo tightly, and his tone was lonely and sad: "Eighteen years ago, I offended my superiors by insisting on investigating your case and was suspended. This boy was angrier than I was, and every day he shouted for justice for me, and he was almost beaten to death."

Han Ranchen recalled that he was only 18 years old when he was only 18 years old, and he had no way to ask for help, so he could only run to the police station alone for help. She had thought that if she was turned away again, she would kill herself in despair and use her own death to make a final stand.

But it happened to be Zhao Zhiyun who was on duty that night.

Facing Han Ranchen, who had been crying bitterly, Zhao Zhiyun showed absolute patience and caring. Not only did he not get tired of her, but he also took paper and poured hot water for her, busy before and after.

When Han Ranchen's mood gradually calmed down and the whole thing was revealed. There was no disgust in Zhao Zhiyun's eyes, only shock and anger. He immediately informed Chang Huan and kept saying something to comfort Han Ranchen.

It was a cold night, but Han Ranchen felt the warmth that he hadn't felt for a long time.

Han Ranchen suddenly remembered the young man who was kidnapped by Bai Zhengqian not long ago and saved him desperately, covered his mouth and asked, "...... who saved me with you that day?"

Chang Huan closed his eyes and nodded, "Even the location of your mobile phone was checked by him."

He actually saved himself twice!

Han Ranchen covered her face with trembling hands, tears slowly flowing through her fingers. After a long time, he slowly removed his hand and looked at Shizuka outside, his eyes becoming more and more determined.

"After I was exiled to my idle post, Xiao Zhao wanted me to have a place in the police station. vowed to become the chief of police, and since then, the child has been like a different person, and he is no longer reckless. Not only did I take the undergraduate exam, I studied hard, but I also cracked a lot of big and important cases."

Chang Huan curled his body together, and tears kept falling: "I have worked with Xiao Zhao for thirteen years, and I am also a teacher and friend, and I have watched him grow step by step from an ordinary police officer to the position I sat in back then."

"But I never thought he would die." Chang Huan said in a trembling voice: "Or, I knew that he would die, but I never thought that this day would come so early, and with such a stigma."

Chang Huan knows that the sacrifice of police and soldiers is a common thing, but when this day really comes, and

When it was his closest comrade-in-arms and he died for him, he really couldn't let go.

Xia Xingran took leave with Zhang Shuyang and Xie Yangnian, and decided to go back to City A with Lin Ren to investigate, and also to see Zhao Zhiyun for the last time, and sent him on his last journey. After Han Chenluo found out, he shouted that he was going too, but was stopped by Xia Xingran because he focused on his studies.

"Sister, there are no major classes in the freshman year." Han Chenluo handed the class schedule to Xia Xingran to see. "Both, Director Zhao is not an outsider, and I want to see him off for the last time. Besides, I don't feel at ease with you alone."

Seeing that Xia Xingran was still unmoved, Han Chenluo stood on the sofa with his hands crossed and pouted, "Anyway, sister, if you agree, I will be with you openly, if you don't agree, I will sneak with you!" Horizontal and vertical legs are on me! Hmph!"

Xia Xingran looked up at him with a scoundrel look, shook his head with his head, smiled helplessly, and had to agree.

Early the next morning, the two boarded the plane back to City A with Lin Ren and the staff of the Public Security Headquarters.

After arriving in City A, Xia Xingran and Lin Renbing split into two routes. Lin Ren rushed to the police station non-stop, while Xia Xingran took Han Chenluo to the funeral home immediately.

Zhao Zhiyun is famous, and he has made remarkable achievements over the years and has done many practical and good things for the people. Therefore, many people in City A did not believe what the news said, so they spontaneously bought a lot of flowers and put them at the door of the funeral home to mourn.

When Xia Xingran got out of the car, all he could see was white and yellow chrysanthemums and a bustling crowd of people.

This is the first time she has truly felt that the power of the people's hearts can be so shocking.

With the pass given by Wen Jichuan, Xia Xingran and Han Chenluo entered the funeral home.

Although he was mentally prepared, when he saw Zhao Zhiyun's body with no skin and blood stained, Xia Xingran still drank like a slap in the head, his head was blank, and his eyes were immediately full of tears, and he fell to his knees weakly.

Han Chenluo's throat also rolled several times, and his eye sockets turned obviously red. He clenched his hands and bit his lip and walked to Zhao Zhiyun's body, and gave him a military salute in awe. Just like when he first met Zhao Zhiyun, Zhao Zhiyun did to Chang Huanxing.

Solemn and solemn, respectful and sacred, followed by two lines of tears burst out of his eyes.

He walked up to Xia Xingran, who was crying and spasmodic, and took her into his arms, with his chin against her head, comforting her.

"Sister, Director Zhao will not die in vain, we will definitely do justice for him and return his innocence!" Han Chenluo's eyes were like the cold moon and cold water, his hands tightly grasped Xia Xingran's back, and the killing intent surged all over his body. Look at the book

The abrupt mobile phone rang, and Xia Xingran took it out and saw that it was Chang Huan. She hurriedly pressed the answer button, and after saying Uncle Chang Huan, she couldn't hold back her tears.

"Xiao Ran, don't cry first, answer my question first, are you in the funeral home now?" After getting an affirmative answer, Chang Huan continued, "I'm outside the funeral home now, please take me in."

Xia Xingran immediately temporarily recovered from his grief, shook his head and said, "Uncle Chang, the crime boss must be looking for you everywhere now. If you come to the funeral home now, you're simply throwing yourself into the net......

"I don't care. You take me in." Chang Huan interrupted Xia Xingran's words. "Xiao Ran, please, let me give Xiao Zhao one last ride." Chang Huan's tone slowed down, with obvious crying.

"Sister, bring Uncle Chang Huan in. Otherwise, he will have regrets for the rest of his life." As a man, Han Chenluo, after experiencing military training, has a deeper understanding of the brotherhood between men.

Xia Xingran couldn't, so in case of emergency, he asked Han Chenluo to pretend to be a funeral home staff member and bring Chang Huan, who was also pretending to be a staff member, in.

"Xiao Ran, you go out for a while, let me and Xiao Zhao stay alone for a while." After seeing Zhao Zhiyun's body, Chang Huan's face was like a porcelain fetus stripped of its glaze, pale and dry, as if it would be broken when touched.

After Xia Xingran and the others withdrew, Chang Huan asked the staff for a basin of hot water, and then took out the hand towel in his backpack and gently wiped the blood stains and scars all over Zhao Zhiyun's body.

When he saw the eye of the needle on Zhao Zhiyun's arm, Chang Huan finally couldn't hold back and knelt beside him and wept silently. Overdose of toxic substances

As a police officer, he knows better than anyone how painful it is.

And he watched the child grow up with his own eyes, but in order to protect his safety, he died under the pain of such torture, and he was often in pain for a while.

"Xiao Zhao, it's Master's fault, it's all Master's sorry for you." Chang Huan rested his head on Zhao Zhiyun's arm, and his shoulders shook up and down.

After a while, Chang Huan took out a clean police uniform and changed it for Zhao Zhiyun. After putting it on, he saw that Zhao Zhiyun's fist was still clenched, so he decided to spread his hands and put them on his sides.

......Seeing these symbols, Chang Huan felt a cool air rushing to the top of his head. He immediately alertly broke off Zhao Zhiyun's other hand, and found that there was indeed a mark he had written in blood: "Dot, Dot, Dot, Dot."

"It's ...... Morse Code!"

Chang Huan reacted quickly, tugging at the clothes on his chest hard, and quickly translated in his brain: "XL."