Song Yun's gaze fell on the man's left hand. There was a shallow mark on the man's index finger, which was left by wearing a ring for a long time.

Seeing that his colleagues were afraid to come over, the man simply called out their names, "Zhang Wu, Liu Yong, come here."

Although the man who was named was reluctant, he still went over reluctantly.

The man called two colleagues over to carry the body, but before they could even lift a hand, Captain Qian stopped them. "I told you, this is a homicide, not suicide. We need to take the body back for an autopsy."

The man clenched his fists even tighter, veins bulging on the back of his hands. He spoke excitedly, "Comrade Public Security, I told you, my A-Rong doesn't have any enemies. It's impossible that she was murdered. Besides, she doesn't like anyone touching her. I want to take her back and let her rest in peace as soon as possible."

Captain Qian remained unmoved. "Whether it was a homicide or not, it's not up to you to say, nor what I say. Only the evidence will count. Take him away."

Captain Qian's words were wrong, and the two police officers immediately lifted the body bag and walked down the mountain.

Captain Qian looked at everyone present and said, "Please come with us to the Public Security Bureau to take your statements."

This outcome was within Song Yun's expectations. As the captain of the criminal investigation team, he would never let go of such an obvious homicide case.

On the way down the mountain, Song Yun deliberately raised her voice to the man, "Comrade, you keep saying you and your wife are very loving, but I see marks on your fingers. They must be from taking off your wedding ring. If you're not in love, why did you take off your wedding ring?"

When Captain Qian heard Song Yun's words, he immediately turned his head and looked over, staring at the man's hand carefully for a few seconds. Although the mark was not very obvious, it could be seen if you looked carefully.

The man subconsciously wanted to hide his hand, but halfway through, he realized what he was doing and put his hand back. "My wedding ring is at home. It's not convenient to carry these now."

"Is that so?" Song Yun changed the subject. "Do you and your lover have children?"

The man's eyelids twitched, and he turned his head to look at the female comrade walking beside him, and met her eyes staring at him.

"No," the man replied.

Song Yun was surprised. "I see that you and your lover are not young anymore, why don't you have children?"

The man seemed to be touched by the words and said, "Perhaps this is the reason why my lover committed suicide."

As soon as he said this, everyone pricked up their ears. Even Captain Qian moved closer to them, listening intently, waiting for what was to come.

"Arong and I have been married for six years. We have never had a quarrel. We respect and love each other. Everything is going well, except that we can't get pregnant. Arong went for a checkup and it turned out to be her problem. She has taken many medicines over the years, but there is no problem at all."

"I'm the only son in the family, and my mother pushed me a lot. Ah Rong felt a little wronged. When she was angry, she said she didn't want to hold me back. She mentioned divorce several times, but I didn't agree. How could I agree? When I married her, I said that I would take care of her for the rest of my life and would never be separated from her."

The man was so moved that he raised his hands to cover his face and cry, but then he heard Song Yun say, "If that's the case, how could she be willing to divorce a husband as naive as you, let alone commit suicide?"

The man put down his hand as if to cover his face and immediately answered, "She said she didn't want me to bear the stigma. I told her it didn't matter whether we had a child or not, as long as she and I were happy. At worst, we could adopt one in the future, but she—"

The man finally found a chance to cover his face and cry, sobbing. It was really heartbreaking to hear him and to see him crying.