Yan Qing then averted his gaze, passed by him, took a cup, and took a can of milk from the refrigerator to heat it up.

Yan Xiuwen's eyes fell on the jug of milk in her hand, and then looked at the little girl in front of him, sizing up the girl's height, looking up from her toes, and finally frowned without saying anything.

Yan Qing understood that look, and her forehead jumped, "I'm not short."

Yan Xiuwen's crimson lips curled up slightly, "I didn't say anything."

Yan Qing: "I didn't talk to you."

Yan Xiuwen looked around and his eyes fell on her, "I am the only one around here."

Yan Qing suddenly smiled, with playful eyes, "Uncle, are you sure?"

After saying this, her eyes fell on the position behind Yan Xiuwen and she curled her lips.

This was said by someone who could see ghosts, which really made people panic, but Yan Xiuwen was not scared at all. This reminded Yan Qing that when he first saw Zhou Jingzhi near the train station, he was not frightened at all.

Be frightened.

It is said that those who are not afraid of ghosts are either brave enough or people who behave upright and sit upright.

While she was waiting for the milk to be warmed, she pulled up a chair next to her and sat down. She raised her soft white face and chatted with him, "Aren't you afraid of ghosts, little uncle?"

Yan Xiuwen paused with his fingertips, "Why are you afraid?"

Yan Qing smiled and said, "There will always be people to be afraid of in this world."

He put the ceramic cup in his hand on the table and looked at Yan Qing, "The ghost that others are afraid of may be the fact that other people want to see the person again."

Thinking about it this way, no matter how miserable the ghost is, there is nothing to be afraid of.

Hearing this, the smile on Yan Qing's face deepened, "It seems that my uncle also has someone in his heart that he wants to see again."

Yan Xiuwen pursed his lips slightly and did not speak. Instead, he thought of some things he learned at Yunda today. The Song Yu he learned through other classmates around Song Yu and the counselor was very different from the Song Yu spoken by Wang Chen.

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So much so that he always felt that this matter was not as simple as it seemed.

But now, even Wang Chen's body has not been found. It is too difficult to conduct a thorough investigation.

He asked, "Can you find Wang Chen's body?"

"It's a bit difficult, but you can give it a try." Yan Qing frowned slightly and looked at Yan Xiuwen, "Why, the investigation of the case is not going well?"

Originally, the case should not be discussed with people outside the case, but Yan Qing had been involved in it from the beginning, and Yan Xiuwen did not care about it.

"There are traces of cleaning at the crime scene, and no evidence related to the Song language can be found. The suspect I learned about during my visit to the Song language school today and the Song language that Wang Chen described that day are exactly the same."

Therefore, Yan Xiu always felt that something was wrong.

How can a person who is dedicated to studying academically get so involved in emotional matters that he kills someone?

Yan Xiuwen: "What do you think?"

Yan Qing raised the corners of his mouth slightly, "No one can ever guarantee that ghosts won't lie, right?"

Yan Xiuwen was slightly startled.

Yan Qing added: "Just because those words were spoken from the mouth of the victim, you will subconsciously feel that the words spoken from the deceased's own mouth cannot be false."

"But if what Wang Chen said was fabricated from the very beginning, then we don't know what kind of person Song Yu is and whether he killed anyone."

If you want to understand a person, you never have to understand it from a person's mouth, but you have to see it with a pair of eyes.

Hearing with the ears is false, seeing with the eyes is true.

Yan Xiuwen nodded slightly. Indeed, because the words came from the victim's mouth, during the case handling process, it was natural for him to regard Song Yu as the murderer and take this as the direction of the investigation.

Sensory preconceptions are the most taboo in handling cases. They made a big mistake.

Yan Qingxiao said, "Uncle, I brought the deceased out that day just to give you the identity of the deceased so that you can have a direction for your investigation. However, I cannot guarantee whether the person's words are truth or lies."

Yan Qing's words could be described as enlightenment, but they didn't sound like what a seventeen-year-old girl would say.

Yan Xiuwen's eyes suddenly became more scrutinizing than usual, "Thank you."

Yan Qing curled her lips, "It's just after-sales service, you're welcome."

Because only one dim light was turned on, the light in the kitchen was a little warm and hazy, making it difficult to see clearly.

Maybe it was because she was at home and felt more at ease. She only wore an apricot-colored suspender top and shorts. The warm light shone on Yan Qing's body, making her skin, which was already better than snow, even more delicate and smooth.

The thin fabric cannot cover the spring scenery underneath.

Yan Xiuwen looked away slightly and did not look at Yan Qing again.

At this moment, there was a soft "ding" sound, indicating that the milk was warm.

Yan Qing stood up and walked over. Just as he was about to reach out and pick up the cup, he was grabbed by a hand stretched out from behind.

She looked back and saw Yan Xiuwen's face at close range. Those deep eyes seemed to be able to attract people and pull them deeper and deeper into the darkness.

His hands are generous and warm. From such a close distance, you can almost feel the body temperature coming from his chest behind you. It is slightly warm and cannot be ignored.

Yan Xiuwen released his hold on Yan Qing's hand and put the handkerchief he carried in his pocket into her hand, "Be careful of it being hot."

Because the voice is low and slightly magnetic, it can make people's ears tingle.

No one has ever been so close to her, so close that she was enveloped in a strange aura, which made her a little uncomfortable, but not annoying at all.

She just didn't know why, but there was a vague feeling of familiarity in her heart that she couldn't even grasp.

She frowned.

By the time Yan Qing came to his senses, Yan Xiuwen had already filled his cup with water and put it away. As he walked out of the kitchen, he left a message, "It's cold at night. Wear more layers when going out. Be careful of catching a cold."

Yan Qing held the handkerchief, held the milk, and took a sip. It was warm. She blinked and looked in the direction where Yan Xiuwen walked away. Why did she feel that Yan Xiuwen was a little strange tonight?

She narrowed her eyes slightly and said, no matter what, she can make money if she can.

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Early the next morning, because of the weekend, the whole family had dinner at home.

When Yan Shu went downstairs, Yan Zhen followed behind her. Seeing that Yan Qing and Yan Xiuwen had already eaten, she hurriedly walked two steps faster, "Sister, little uncle, good morning."

She said hello and yawned. She was disturbed by her elder brother all night last night and almost couldn't get up in the morning.

It's just that he hasn't been home for half a year, and he doesn't remember where he puts anything in his bedroom. He doesn't even remember where he puts the notebook he wrote for him last year.

He was rummaging around in the study on the third floor, and found out one of Yan Shu's junior high school essays.

At twelve o'clock in the morning, I took the essay and knocked on Yan Shu's door angrily, wanting to settle a score with her.

Yan Qing looked at Yan Shu with sympathy in her eyes. She was next door last night and heard Yan Zhen knock on the door seven times in one night.

No wonder mothers who are married and have children have trouble sleeping. After all, children tend to be noisy at night.

"My Brother" Author: Yan Shu

My brother has a very poor memory and needs someone to take care of him for food, clothing, and daily life. I am often late for school because of him.

He couldn't take care of himself, but he often pretended to be an older brother and said he would take care of me.

Last Monday night, the cold wind was biting, and I had a fever of 37 degrees 8. My parents were not at home. My brother, who is in high school, was worried about me and, against all objections, he carried me on his back in the cold night.

I ran in the wind, and when I got to the hospital, my fever reached 39 degrees Celsius. My brother was so tired that the wind blew all the way, and he passed out from a high fever on my hospital bed.

In order to take care of my delicate and frail brother, I didn't sleep a wink all night.

I am very grateful to my brother, who made me understand that a person can unleash unlimited potential when he is sick.

His life was decadent, and although he was useless, it inspired me to become someone unlike him.

I love my brother and he will be my role model throughout my life.
Chapter completed!