Han Ranchen watched the news on TV, tears falling one by one. She gently patted the sleeping Shizuka, her eyes full of compassion.
This three-year-old girl not only lost her proud father forever on this day, but like Xia Xingran, she will always have to bear the infamy of a criminal's daughter and struggle to survive until the truth is revealed. in this world.
The most difficult thing is that from now on, her freedom and life safety can no longer be compromised.
Han Ranchen knew very well that the leader of a criminal organization with such skill must be a suspicious person who likes to eradicate the roots. If he didn't catch Shizuka this time, he would definitely not let it go in the future.
She turned off the TV, and her eyes unconsciously drifted to Chang Huan's bedroom with the door closed. From the afternoon when I learned about Zhao Zhiyun's death, until now it's 12 midnight. For a full 6 hours, Chang Huan locked himself in the room, neither eating, drinking nor talking.
Han Ranchen knew that he was in a bad mood, so he didn't dare to disturb him. But it had been so long, and she really couldn't let go.
She gently opened the door and saw Chang Huan sitting on a swivel chair, holding a waterlogged photo in his hand, dazed.
This was the second time Han Ranchen saw Chang Huan crying bitterly after Xia Qingyi and Ruan Yiren fell to their deaths.
"This photo was taken when he came back from a mission with me for the first time." Chang Huan stroked the photo with a choked voice: "He was only 18 years old when he first came to the police station. He looked like a green boy and was very reckless. , not a day goes by that I don’t scold him.”
Han Ranchen looked down and saw in the photo Zhao Zhiyun and Chang Huan, arms around each other and looking happy.
Zhao Zhiyun's green face was covered with black mud, and the police uniform on his body was also dirty. He grinned with big white teeth, but his eyes were astonishingly bright and full of life.
"I am 12 years older than him. Ever since I joined the police station, he has considered me his master. Although he may be naughty, this kid is brave, fearless, loyal, and very filial."
Chang Huan held the photo tightly and spoke in a lonely and sad tone: "Eighteen years ago, I offended my superiors because I insisted on investigating your case, and was suspended. This kid is even angrier than me. He clamors to seek justice for me every day, but in the end, I was almost beaten to death."
Han Ranchen recalled that when she was only 18 years old, she had no choice but to go to the police station for help. She originally thought that if she was rejected again, she would commit suicide in despair and use her own death as a last ditch effort.
But the person on duty that night happened to be Zhao Zhiyun.
Facing Han Ranchen, who had been crying bitterly, Zhao Zhiyun showed absolute patience and thoughtfulness. Not only did he not get tired of her, but he also brought her paper and poured hot water for her, and kept busy.
When Han Ranchen gradually calmed down and told the whole story. There was no disgust in Zhao Zhiyun's eyes, only shock and anger. He immediately informed Chang Huan and kept comforting Han Ranchen.
It was very cold that night, but Han Ranchen felt the warmth that he had not seen for a long time. ..
Han Ranchen suddenly remembered the young man who was kidnapped by Bai Zhengqian not long ago and risked his own life to save him. He covered his mouth and asked, "I rescued me with you that day..."
Chang Huan closed his eyes and nodded: "He even helped check the location of your mobile phone."
He actually saved himself twice!
Han Ranchen covered her face with trembling hands, tears slowly flowing down through her fingers. After a long time, he slowly moved his hand away and looked at Shizuka outside, his eyes becoming firmer.
"After I was exiled as a sinecure, Xiao Zhao vowed to become the chief of the police station in order to give me a place in the police station. From then on, the child seemed to have changed as a person and was no longer reckless. Not only did he take the undergraduate degree by himself , studied hard, and solved many major and important cases."
Chang Huan curled up with his body and tears kept falling: "I have worked with Xiao Zhao for thirteen years. We are both mentors and friends. I have watched him grow step by step from an ordinary police officer to the position where I sat. .”
"But I never thought he would die." Chang Huan trembled: "In other words, I knew he would die, but I never thought that this day would come so early and with such a stigma."
Chang Huan knew that it was common for police and soldiers to sacrifice their lives, but when that day really came, and
He really couldn't let go when his closest comrade died for him.
Xia Xingran, Zhang Shuyang and Xie Yangnian took leave of absence and decided to go back to City A with Lin Ren to investigate. In order to see Zhao Zhiyun one last time, she sent him on his last journey. After Han Chenluo found out, he clamored to go, but Xia Xingran stopped him because he prioritized his studies.
"Sister, there are no professional courses for freshman year." Han Chenluo handed the course schedule to Xia Xingran. "Both, Director Zhao is not an outsider, and I also want to send him on his last journey. Besides, I don't worry about you being alone."
Seeing that Xia Xingran was still unmoved, Han Chenluo stood on the sofa with his hands on his hips and pouted: "Anyway, sister, if you agree, I will go with you openly. If you don't agree, I will go with you secretly!" My legs are growing all over my body! Huh!"
Xia Xingran looked up at him with a rogue look on his face, held his head and shook his head, smiled helplessly, and had no choice but to agree.
Early the next morning, the two of them boarded the plane back to City A along with Lin Ren and the staff of the public security headquarters.
After arriving in City A, Xia Xingran and Lin Renbing split into two groups. Lin Ren rushed to the police station without stopping, while Xia Xingran and Han Chenluo immediately rushed to the funeral parlor.
Zhao Zhiyun is well-known. He has made outstanding achievements in recent 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 many flowers and placed them at the entrance of the funeral home to express their condolences.
When Xia Xingran got out of the car, all she could see were white and yellow chrysanthemums and bustling crowds of people paying their respects.
This is the first time she has truly felt that the power of people's hearts can be so shocking.
Taking the passes given by Wen Jichuan, Xia Xingran and Han Chenluo entered the funeral parlor.
Although he was mentally prepared, when he saw Zhao Zhiyun's mutilated and bloody body, Xia Xingran still felt like a wake-up call, her head went blank, her eyes immediately filled with tears, and she fell to her knees weakly.
Han Chenluo's throat also rolled several times, and his eyes became obviously red. He clenched his hands and bit his lip as he walked to Zhao Zhiyun's body and gave him a military salute in awe. Just like what Zhao Zhiyun did to Chang Huanxing when he first met Zhao Zhiyun.
It was solemn and solemn, respectful and sacred, and then two lines of tears came out of my eyes.
He walked over to Xia Xingran, who was crying and convulsed, and hugged her into his arms. He put his chin on her head and comforted her.
"Sister, Director Zhao's death will not be in vain. We will definitely seek justice for him and restore his innocence!" Han Chenluo's eyes were like the cold moon and ice-cold water. He held Xia Xingran's back tightly with both hands, and was surrounded by murderous Ideas emerge. Read the book
A sudden ringtone rang on her cell phone. Xia Xingran took it out and saw that it was Chang Huan. She hurriedly pressed the answer button, and after calling Uncle Chang Huan, she couldn't help crying again.
"Xiao Ran, please don't cry first. Answer my question first. Are you in the funeral parlor now?" After getting the affirmative answer, Chang Huan continued: "I am outside the funeral parlor now. Please take me in."
Xia Xingran immediately recovered from his grief and shook his head: "Uncle Chang, the criminal leader must be looking for you everywhere now. If you come to the funeral parlor now, you are basically throwing yourself into a trap..."
"I don't care. Take me in." Chang Huan interrupted Xia Xingran. "Xiao Ran, please, let me see Xiao Zhao off for the last time." Chang Huan's tone slowed down, with an obvious cry.
"Sister, please bring Uncle Chang Huan in. Otherwise he will have regrets throughout his life." As a man, Han Chenluo has a deeper understanding of the brotherhood between men after experiencing military training.
Xia Xingran had no choice but to be safe, so he asked Han Chenluo to pretend to be a funeral home worker and brought in Chang Huan, who was also pretending to be a worker.
"Xiao Ran, please go out and let me and Xiao Zhao stay alone for a while." After seeing Zhao Zhiyun's body, Chang Huan's face looked like a porcelain body with its glaze peeled off, so pale and dry that it seemed like it would break at the touch of a touch.
After Xia Xingran and the others exited, Chang Huan asked the staff for a basin of hot water, then took out the hand towel in his backpack and gently wiped the blood and scars on Zhao Zhiyun's body.
When he saw the needle hole on Zhao Zhiyun's arm, Chang Huan finally couldn't hold himself any longer and knelt beside him and burst into tears. overdose of poison
As a police officer, he knows better than anyone how painful Pin is.
But the child he watched grow up with his own eyes died under such torture in order to protect his safety. For a while, he was often so happy that he didn't want to live.
"Xiao Zhao, it's Master's fault. Master is sorry for you." Chang Huan rested his head on Zhao Zhiyun's arm, his shoulders shaking up and down.
After a while, Chang Huan took out a clean police uniform and put it on for Zhao Zhiyun. After putting it on, he saw that Zhao Zhiyun's fists were still clenched, so he decided to spread his hands and put them on his sides.
"Hang, dot, dot, cross..." Seeing these symbols, Chang Huan felt a chill rush to his head. He immediately opened Zhao Zhiyun's other hand vigilantly and found that there was indeed a mark written in blood: "Dot, dot, dot."
"This is...Morse code!"
Chang Huan reacted quickly, grabbed the clothes on his chest hard, and quickly translated in his brain: "XL."
