At this fork in the road, Han Yao was about to speak, saying whether to come to find someone separately, but before he could speak, Fu Shaoli held his body and turned around suddenly.

Twenty centimeters away from the right ear, a bullet was embedded into the wall, and there was still some smoke.

Han Yao looked at that place where she was standing before. If it weren't for him, then she would probably be a corpse now.

Han Yao thought about it and felt a chill on his back.

"There are snipers!"

Fu Shaoli looked at Han Yao with deep eyes, and felt a little scared. He didn't have time to have the key, then...

The consequences, Fu Shaoli didn't dare to think about it anymore, so he reached out to pick the hot bullet from the wall, and observed it carefully, his pupils shrank, and the bullet was tightly held in his palm.

Meet Han Yao's gaze, nodded,

"Their people have not been completely withdrawn yet. We are still in danger now. Go back first and I will negotiate with the police."

The bullet in the palm of my hand is very familiar, sure enough!

"OK."

The hand was led by Fu Shaoli, and they carefully returned to the mall along the way they came.

He showed his officer's certificate to the captain of the police force. Fu Shaoli chatted with the captain of the police force for half an hour, and then he got out of the police car.

Patting Han Yao's shoulder,

"Let's go to the hospital and find Uncle Luo."

When he arrived at the hospital morgue, Luo Xianqing was sitting on a chair in the corridor, and his mood had become much more stable.

The slight footsteps of the two of them coming over came and brought him back to his attention.

"You're here."

The sound was hoarse, the eyebrows and eyes were full of fatigue. It was already evening, and it was getting dark, and the white lights were lit outside the morgue.

Against this atmosphere, it looks a bit terrifying.

Han Yao nodded,

"Come on, I'll go in and take a look."

The morgue where Fu Shaoli and Han Yao entered together, there were many corpses inside, Hai Liu and Wenwen were on the two beds outside,

I covered my body with a white cloth. Before I could cover my face, all the wounds on my body had been cleaned up.

What is really exposed now is the grayish whiteness of the corpse. Both of them have a peaceful expression and no incompleteness. The wound is being treated very well now.

If it weren't for the wrong expression, it would really make people mistakenly think that the two of them fell asleep instead of losing their lives.

Han Yao stood there, watching quietly, Fu Shaoli was behind her, holding her hand, and could clearly feel her hand getting colder inch by inch,

Only then did Han Yao really shed tears, and the teardrops as big as beans hit the back of his hand, and it hurt a little.

These tears are her identity as a family member, and what sheds, and what is lying is her relatives.

Ten minutes, Han Yao wiped away the tears from his face, and still held Fu Shaoli's hand apart from the morgue and sat down next to Luo Xianqing.

"Uncle Luo, Aunt Liu and Wenwen, what are your plans?"

"Tomorrow, their bodies will be cremated in the morning and buried in the afternoon."

"You Aunt Liu and I have bought a cemetery before. I didn't expect it to be used so soon, so Wenwen will be placed next to us."

Unexpectedly, I originally thought that it would take decades to use the place I could use it, but in just a few years, I had already used it.

Luo Xianqing's heart was filled with infinite melancholy.

Han Yao originally wanted Luo Xianqing to go home and have some rest, but he became angry and couldn't help but no matter how hard he tried,

There was no way. Seeing that it was already a little late, Han Yao and Fu Shaoli went out to buy some food.

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Chapter completed!