After returning from swimming in West Lake, Wen Ori didn't sleep well all night.

She had nightmares.

In her dream, she was in the wilderness, surrounded by half-man-high grass, very desolate. She stumbled through the grass, then walked faster and faster until she came to a halt in front of the corpse of a woman.

Loud screams pierced the curtain of night.

Wen Ori knelt down and stretched out her trembling hand to pick up the tattered corpse lying in the grass.

She kept shouting, "Mommy, Mommy, Mommy......"

The corpse has been exposed to the wilderness for a long time, and it has been somewhat unrecognizable, but the traces of being abused before death on the body are shocking......

There are strangulation marks, pinch marks, burn marks, and broken hand bones bent at 90 degrees.

Onori carefully brushed away the weeds and dirt from the corpse's face, and sobbed silently.

"Mom, I'm weaving...... I'm a weaver ......."

"Mom, I'm weaving Na......" The voice was almost so low that it almost disappeared.

For the next few minutes, Onori couldn't make a sound.

Her throat felt like it was choked.

After a long time, when she spoke again, her voice seemed to be hoarse, and she saw only her lips move, but she did not hear the voice.

"Don't be afraid, Mom, Weaving will take you home, take you home......"

And those who are in sorrow can't exert the slightest strength.

Wen Zhi stubbornly held the woman's corpse, couldn't get up, and finally even fell down.

When she opened her eyes again, she found herself in the mourning hall, her ears were filled with mournful joy, white chrysanthemums surrounded by Wen Yinxi's black and white photos standing in the middle, and countless wreaths were placed around, and the entire mourning hall was a dull and desperate gray-white ......

An oblique shadow appeared from behind, the footsteps were sometimes steady, sometimes vague, Wen Zhi turned his head and saw Mu Yanzhou's pale face.

She subconsciously shouted, "Dad." ”

Mu Yanzhou raised his eyes, it was a shocking face, his eyes were like stars, his nose was like a jade pillar, and his bones were noble. The years have not left obvious traces on his face, and he will be as unrestrained as he once was, and now he is more stable.

At this moment, he was wearing a black trench coat, his pale face seemed to have lost blood, and his expression was a little sickly.

"Weaving." Mu Yanzhou called her over.

His expression was gentle, and the eyes of Wen Weaving had the love of a father.

Wen Zhi walked towards Mu Yanzhou step by step.

Mu Yanzhou raised his hand slightly, spread his palm, Wen Zhi sniffed, threw himself into Mu Yanzhou's arms and cried: "Dad." ”

Mu Yanzhou's palm was covered on the back of Wen Zhi's head, coaxing her like when she was a child: "Don't cry when you weave." ”

Wen Weaving's tears soaked Mu Yanzhou's clothes, and when she spoke again, her voice was almost silent: "I'm one step late, one step late......"

Even with everything in front of him, Wen Weaving still couldn't accept the fact that Wen Yinxi was dead.

She brainwashed herself over and over again, telling herself that her mother was still there, and her mother had no accident.

But no matter how many times I opened my eyes, the black and white photo in front of the mourning hall was so dazzling.

Mu Yanzhou's calm voice fell above his head: "Weaving, don't blame yourself." ”

"No ......" Onori couldn't convince herself not to blame herself.

She cried for a long, long time, and finally Mu Yanzhou called her subordinate Zhanfeng to take her away, she was reluctant to go, crying and said: "Dad, Mom, she was abused to death, Mom, she was abused to death......"

What Wen Ori couldn't accept was the identification report given by the forensic doctor - drowning.

"Not drowning! Dad, Mom, she's not drowning, it's not drowning, re-examine, must be re-examined, Dad-"

(End of chapter)