Chapter 12: The Twelfth Day of Retirement: Things that you humans cannot solve...

Sang Qiqi didn't know how to comfort the little girl. Although she also lost her parents at a young age, she grew up in an orphanage and was used to being heartless. She pinched Mengmeng's soft little face, took out a candy from the snack bag, and finally asked, "Mengmeng, do you want to see your mother?"

The little girl sucked on the sweet candy and shook her head, but she didn't mean she didn't want to see him. Instead, she said, "Mengmeng can't see her mother."

Sang Qiqi rubbed her head and said nothing.

She walked the little girl around the store for a while. Kong Xingyan put away his phone and walked over. He said to Sang Qiqi, "The comrades from the institute will be here later. We've also contacted the child's father and grandparents. However, the child's grandparents live in another province, so it will probably be tomorrow before they get here."

Since the child was beaten by the father, we naturally cannot just contact the father. Who knows what will happen after taking the child back home.

After waiting for half an hour, the comrades from the police station took Mengmeng away, but the little girl clung to the corner of Sang Qiqi's clothes tightly, her big eyes full of tears, and she looked pitiful, as if she wanted to cry but was holding it back.

The police officer was immediately in a dilemma: "How about Miss Sang come with us?"

Sang Qiqi closed the shop door and took the little girl in her arms: "Let's go."

When they arrived at the police station, Mengmeng's father was nowhere to be found. The police station's colleagues called him repeatedly, but after a round of negotiations, he was so angry that he laughed. After hanging up the phone, he started cursing in the office: "What a jerk! He was so brave when he beat the child, but when he was asked to come to the police station, he hesitated and said he was sick and couldn't get up from the bed!"

The man who spoke was a sturdy man of 1.8 meters. He immediately rolled up his sleeves and sneered, "I have to come to his house today to see how seriously ill he is."

After saying that, he left without looking back.

The other people in the office were clearly accustomed to their colleagues' work style. They smiled at the rather stunned Sang Qiqi and said, "It's okay, let Lao Zhao go. Lao Zhao just seemed a little reckless."

An hour later, the somewhat reckless Old Zhao carried the "seriously ill" middle-aged man into the office.

Seeing Mengmeng's rejection of her father, Lao Zhao did not allow the two sides to contact each other. He brought people here not to let the father take his daughter home, but purely to teach him how to be a good father.

After booking a separate room for Mengmeng's father, Lao Zhao slammed the door and disappeared from everyone's sight.

It was not early anymore, almost eight o'clock, and the sky outside was already as dark as the tide. Mengmeng, hiding in Sang Qiqi's arms, fell asleep while holding a strand of black hair hanging from Sang Qiqi's temples.

The female police officer tiptoed over and made a "hush" gesture to Sang Qiqi. She then carefully took Mengmeng from her and whispered, "Thank you for your hard work today, Miss Sang."

Before this evening, her impression of Sang Qiqi was that she liked to scam people and throw herself at men, but after more than two hours, she witnessed with her own eyes how gentle Sang Qiqi was to Mengmeng, and how she held Mengmeng in her arms for two hours without complaining of being tired. She knew that she couldn't believe the comments on the Internet.

Seeing is believing.

Sang Qiqi rubbed her stiff forearm, waved at the female police officer, and lowered her voice: "If Mengmeng wakes up and wants to find me, you can call me anytime."

Anyway, she was a ghost and didn't need much sleep.

After saying goodbye to the police officers in the office, Sang Qiqi left the room only to find Kong Xingyan still there. She smiled and said, "You haven't left yet?"

Kong Xingyan touched his nose.

He is a stubborn person and can't figure out some things. He won't be able to sleep tonight.

It just so happened that he also had a friend at the police station. They hadn't seen each other for a long time, so they chatted for most of the day about their recent situation. When he was about to leave, he saw the female police officer holding Meng Meng in her arms, so he simply went to the door to wait for Sang Qiqi.

He briefly recounted what he had learned from Li Li about the explosion at the hot pot restaurant, and with a slightly serious expression, he asked Sang Qiqi, "What do you think?"

Sang Qiqi: “…”

It seems that the two major cases she sent to the police and the paper-made items she sold were effective. Kong Xingyan was the first person he thought of when he saw this spooky and strange thing.

Sang Qiqi didn't intend to hide it from Kong Xingyan and said bluntly, "I heard about this the day I went to view the house. I've also looked into it. There's a 90% chance that the hot pot restaurant owner and his wife were murdered."

As soon as he finished speaking, Kong Xingyan's expression tensed.

Sang Qiqi walked side by side with him on the road, and got into the car at his signal. As the car drove to the funeral home, she took the initiative to reveal a little secret: "But it's normal for you to classify the case as an accident. After all, when the murderer is not human, there will be no clues for you to find. I will pay attention to this matter and notify you as soon as there is any result."

Sang Qiqi left the underworld this time for the purpose of performance and earning points. She will not miss anything in building a better society.

So he thought for a moment and said, "If you have any problems that you humans can't solve in the future, feel free to contact me. It's free."

Her ordinary words made Kong Xingyan swallow subconsciously.

What do you mean by 'you humans'?

His eyes subconsciously fell on the girl in the rearview mirror. Sang Qiqi apparently realized belatedly what she had said. After noticing Kong Xingyan's reaction, she grinned at the rearview mirror.

Sang Qiqi is pretty, with red lips and white teeth, but the light in the car is dim at the moment, and the damn high beams of the car behind shine directly in, making such a beautiful girl look like a pale ghost.

Kong Xingyan: “…”

Grasping the suddenly tilted steering wheel firmly, he pretended to look away calmly, then said in a deep, feigned calm voice, "Okay."

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After Sang Qiqi returned to the funeral service, she first took out a cat-shaped urn, then laid out the paint and painted the white urn the color of a tabby cat.

While putting the urn aside to dry, Sang Qiqi searched online for pet funeral homes in northern Beijing. She was lucky; there was a pet funeral home open in Fuping District at that moment.

After a quick tidy up and putting the kitten back into the cardboard box, Sang Qiqi spotted a shared electric scooter at the door and rode to the pet funeral home.

Sang Qiqi was busy the whole evening.

After bringing the cat's ashes back and carefully placing them in a tabby cat urn, she went back to the underworld and discussed the next arrangements for the goods with a few ghosts who made paper-made items. Then she slowly wandered back to the Ghost Gate from near the Naihe Bridge.

During the period, Sister Mengpo kindly gave her a cup of Mengpo soup which had no side effects. Sang Qiqi gladly accepted it and said that she would bring her a famous fried pork rib restaurant in Fuping District next time.

When I came to the human world, the sky was just getting bright.

Sang Qiqi glanced at her phone and saw no incoming call. It seemed that the police officers at the police station had comforted Mengmeng very well.

She went to a nearby breakfast shop and bought some soy milk and fried dough sticks. She ate while walking towards the funeral home. When she got to the door, she found three figures standing in front of it: two large and one small.

"Yes, sister."

Mengmeng, who was standing between the two of them, was the first to notice Sang Qiqi and ran into her arms.

Sang Qiqi bent down and picked her up. Seeing that her little face was clean, the two little tufts on her head were neatly arranged, and her dirty clothes had been changed into a beautiful little skirt, she smiled and said, "I haven't seen you for a night, Mengmeng has become more beautiful."

Turning her gaze to the two elderly people at the door, she freed her hands to pinch the little girl's cheeks and asked, "Are those Mengmeng's grandparents?"

Mengmeng nodded obediently: "Grandpa and grandma take Mengmeng home, Mengmeng will look after her sister and the cat."

As they were talking, Mengmeng's grandparents came up. Both of them had silver hair and were neatly dressed, looking very bookish. Mengmeng's grandfather smiled and thanked Sang Qiqi, "Miss Sang, we heard about Mengmeng's situation from the police station. Thank you so much. We came in a hurry and didn't bring anything with us. We just bought some fruit and milk nearby. Please don't mind."

Sang Qiqi waved her hands repeatedly: "I didn't do anything. You two are too polite. If you don't mind, come and sit in my shop for a while."

After entering the funeral service, Sang Qiqi first put Mengmeng down and then went to open the window.

Then he placed the tabby cat urn in front of Mengmeng and said softly, "Cat, sleep here."

Meng Meng looked at the urn, then looked up at Sang Qiqi and whispered, "The cat's urn is pretty, but Mommy's urn is not pretty."

The child's childish words sounded innocent, but the elderly couple beside them exchanged a glance, unable to conceal the sadness in their eyes. The elderly man sighed, his gaze fixed on Mengmeng with affection, and explained, "Mengmeng's mother and her father were college classmates. After they fell in love, her mother never returned to her hometown and has been staying in northern Beijing. Last summer, Mengmeng's mother fell ill and passed away soon after. Mengmeng has been living with her father since then. We never imagined that our usually gentle son-in-law would not only secretly find a woman, but also beat Mengmeng."

Mengmeng's grandmother also said: "The police have helped us mediate. From now on, Mengmeng will marry with the two of us. After the transfer, we will take Mengmeng back to Yang Province."

Sang Qiqi thought for a moment and asked, "What about Mengmeng's mother? Is she coming with you?"

The old couple was stunned for a moment, then realized that it was probably Mengmeng's mention of 'Mom's jars' that triggered Sang Qiqi's question. They nodded in unison, "Take it away. Our family should be together."

Sang Qiqi touched Mengmeng's head and asked Mengmeng with a smile, "Then can you also buy Mom a beautiful jar? Mengmeng, do you know what Mom likes?"

Mengmeng's eyes lit up: "Mom likes flowers, white flowers!"

The old lady added gently, "It's lily. Her mother likes lily the most."

Sang Qiqi asked again: "What color does mom like?"

Mengmeng's eyes lit up even more, and she pointed at her beautiful hair tie and said crisply, "Pink, Mommy likes pink just like Mengmeng."

Sang Qiqi had an idea in mind and responded with a "OK".

On the day Mengmeng's transfer was completed, the family of three and Mengmeng's mother came to Sang Qiqi's store to say goodbye.

With the two elders' approval, Sang Qiqi replaced Mengmeng's mother's ashes with a specially made pale pink urn. The round urn was engraved with several lifelike mountain lilies. She handed the kitten's urn and Mengmeng's mother's urn to the family in front of her. Sang Qiqi also handed over a bag of lily paper figurines.

"I don't have anything good to give you, please accept it."

The two old men have been teaching for so many years and have seen many ups and downs, but this is the first time they have seen farewell gifts such as paper lilies and urns.

After a moment of silence, she burst out laughing. The old lady smiled and praised Sang Qiqi: "Miss Sang is really interesting."

Sang Qiqi's almond-shaped eyes curved up: "Thank you very much."

She stood at the door and watched the car carrying Mengmeng's family gradually leave.

That night, Mengmeng and her family returned to their home in Yang Province.

In the dead of night, Meng Meng was as sleepy as a chicken pecking at rice. Seeing this, the old lady, with heartache, laid her on her crib and placed the urn that Meng Meng had been holding tightly in her arms aside. She was old and had experienced the death of a loved one before her. She had seen through the matter of life and death, so naturally she didn't think it was unlucky, especially since the urn contained her beloved daughter.

Touching Mengmeng's face, the old lady said softly: "Good night Mengmeng, have a good dream tonight."

Mengmeng did have a good dream.

She had loved her grandmother's house since she was little. There was a beautiful little yard in her grandmother's house with a beautiful swing. She woke up in her room, leaned against the window and looked out at the yard. She didn't even have time to put on her shoes and ran out the door barefoot.

But when she ran into the yard, she suddenly froze.

She stared blankly ahead.

There was a swing in front, and her mother was sitting on it.

The mother was wearing a beautiful dress and holding a small, soft kitten in her arms. She waved to her gently, "Come here, baby."