Chapter 101 100% Case Solving Rate!

"Marisa!"

Children chased after the flower relentlessly in the street, their short legs crossing over each other rapidly.

Normally, when Zhu Qing played chasing games with him, she mostly let him win. If things got serious, Sheng Fang couldn't even outrun Mo Sir's daughter, let alone an adult. But the situation was different now. Marissa had always been inactive, and her bulky figure was extremely clumsy. She wobbled when she ran, and was no match for Sheng Fang.

After turning a few street corners, Sheng Hua became more and more energetic, running with the momentum of an outstanding police academy student. It was as if time had traveled to the final assessment of Wong Chuk Hang Police Academy more than ten years later, rushing towards the finish line at a record-breaking speed, ready to pick up the only honor medal in the entire school in the next second.

Sometimes, when it was obvious that Marissa was struggling to run, he would stop to relieve himself and leisurely lean against the corner of the wall, fanning himself with his chubby little hands. His cocky little manner made it seem like he was treating debt collection as a new round of childish games.

As Marissa's figure gradually disappeared into the distance, he set off again: "Halt! CID investigation!"

"Don't run away—"

The little boy's scolding voice was cute and fierce, saying "Don't run away," but he actually wanted to play a little longer.

Zhu Qing followed behind, letting the little police officer do as he pleased. As long as the child didn't run onto the busy road, she let him be the little police officer.

"Young master! Please stop chasing me..." Marissa kept turning back, panting.

Marissa never dreamed that, more than half a year later, she would be arrested on the street by her "little creditor".

Last year, the Sheng family suffered one misfortune after another. First, bones were found in the fireplace, then the second son-in-law "committed suicide" and the second daughter was taken away to assist in the investigation. Then, the seemingly kind and calm old housekeeper suddenly went crazy and wanted to kill people... A series of strange events frightened her so much that she packed her bags and left overnight. While packing, she took a few toys with her. However, who knew that they were all limited editions.

Marissa returned to her hometown, distributed her toys to the children, and then worked as a maid for several families, never staying long at any one job. She was lazy and loved to talk on the phone. Before, at the Sheng family's house, she had been allowed to slack off for years because the young master was young and the employers were busy with their business. But at her new employers, things weren't so easy. The employers were all shrewd and calculating, forcing Marissa to change her bad habits, grit her teeth, and work hard. At the end of the day, her back ached, but she had no one to complain to.

Marissa was enjoying a rare day off when she and a group of her domestic helpers were chatting and eating boxed lunches on the street when they were caught red-handed by the young master of the Sheng family.

Marissa's legs were so weak from running that she leaned against the wall, panting heavily.

Little did she know that the mischievous young master of the Sheng family would join the police force and become a "cop" within half a year, showing no mercy and never letting up when arresting her.

The street chase ended with the suspect running out of energy.

Sheng Fang lunged forward and grabbed Marissa's clothes, her little face tense like a real police officer: "Take her away!"

Zhu Qing had been following at a leisurely pace, but now she quickened her pace and caught up, just in time to hear the little one give an order.

When did she become his subordinate?

Marissa looked up and saw Zhu Qing's face, and was immediately terrified, turning pale.

Isn't this the madam who handled the case at the Sheng family last year?

Sheng Fang, hands on her hips, declared: "Confess and you'll be treated leniently; resist and you'll be punished severely!"

"Madam! I know I was wrong."

"My child has never seen such a wonderful toy before..."

The interrogation took place on the street.

Marissa broke down in tears, her voice choked with a mix of English and Chinese as she spoke. She lamented that her young children were unaware of the value of these limited-edition, discontinued toys, which had long been dismantled and, even if they found the parts, couldn't be put back together. Where was this "Railroad Dragon" to be found? She genuinely couldn't produce it.

At the end of the interrogation, Shengfang Baobao's little mouth twitched, and she began to criticize and educate him.

I'll let it slide this time, but you need to be more discreet at work from now on!

This was the first case that Young Inspector Sheng Fang solved. The case spanned a New Year, and it was finally closed, but unfortunately, the stolen goods could not be recovered.

After "releasing" the suspect, Sheng Fang put her small hand back into Zhu Qing's palm, and as she turned away, she couldn't help but smile.

From now on, he will be a police officer with an impressive resume.

100% case-solving rate!

...

The uncle and nephew had gone out to pick up the New Year's gift box that Sheng Peirong had ordered from the old bakery. Now, walking back along the way they came, little Sheng Fang suddenly realized that he had run two blocks away while chasing after the debt.

He walked away, patting his chest and boasting about his perfect 100% crime-solving rate. Suddenly, he stood on tiptoe, his attention drawn to the bustling crowd not far away.

"Qingzai, go see what they're selling over there!"

Zhu Qing, who was his direct superior a few years ago, has become his gossipy subordinate in the blink of an eye.

She jogged over to ask a passerby, then returned and stood at attention to report: "Reporting to Mr. Sheng, it's the Lunar New Year flower market."

There is no such thing as a spectacle that one doesn't want to join in.

He grabbed his niece's hand and squeezed into the crowd in a flash.

The colorful flowers were in full bloom, and the vendors kept calling out their wares.

Shengfang pointed with her little hand: "Buy this!"

"Why are you buying flowers...?"

Since they were already there, Shengfang, the little boy, took out his money without saying a word and let Zhu Qing take away a pot of golden kumquats.

"I want that one too!" he said, pointing to the pink little flower next to him.

"These are peach blossoms, meant to bring good luck in finding a partner!" the stall owner enthusiastically explained.

"Qingzai, Qingzai, this is beautiful, let's buy it!"

When has my uncle's request ever been refused?

Zhu Qing, carrying a small pot of kumquats in her left hand and pink peach blossoms in her right, followed behind, saying, "I can't carry any more."

Before the words were even finished, Shengfang was already standing in line in front of the old lady's stall where she was writing Spring Festival couplets.

Sheng Peirong never paid much attention to these traditional rituals, so Aunt Ping simply hung two red lanterns at the front door. At this moment, Sheng Fang stared at the old woman writing Spring Festival couplets, her little face full of curiosity.

The children lined up, and it was a long wait before it was their turn.

"Little one, what do you want to write?" the old woman asked with a smile. "How about 'May wealth and treasures come your way'?"

"No need," Sheng Fang waved her little hand. "My family are all treasures."

"Then write 'academic progress'?"

Shengfang shook her little head like a rattle-drum: "Don't mention studying in the New Year."

Zhu Qing, holding a flowerpot, peeked her face out from among the intertwined peach blossoms.

"I'll explain, you write," Sheng Fang said seriously. "Two pages are needed!"

He stood on tiptoe and muttered to the old woman.

The old man immediately smiled knowingly and wrote two large, elegant characters, making them two special Spring Festival couplets.

After returning home, the two new Spring Festival couplets were not pasted on the front door for a long time.

The mother and daughter were checking a special gift list in the living room. These handmade, customized New Year's gifts were personally prepared by Sheng Peirong for several board members who had watched her grow up. As for the holiday gifts for other partners and company employees, they were handled by her assistant as usual.

"What about Fangfang?" Sheng Peirong asked.

Aunt Ping smiled and said, "The young master has been upstairs the whole time; he's probably taking a nap."

Zhu Qing glanced upstairs.

In this beautiful time, will Shengfang go for a nap?

“Impossible,” she said.

As evening approached, Uncle Nian arrived on time.

He carefully loaded the beautifully packaged gift boxes into the car, along with other gifts prepared by Sheng Peirong, and delivered them to the group's veterans. Sheng Peirong gave them a few special instructions, and only after watching the car drive away did she turn back.

Sheng Peirong tried to hold onto the stairs and slowly climb up.

Coco's weekly rehabilitation sessions, under the strong insistence and strict supervision of her younger brother, have never been missed. The doctor suggested that she try exercising by climbing stairs. At this moment, she took a deep breath and carefully took her first step.

The long-absent blossoms suddenly reappeared upon hearing a rustling sound.

Fangfang baby spread out her two little arms and blocked the older sister's way.

"Big sister! Why are you going upstairs!"

"No, no, you can't..."

Sheng Peirong outwardly agreed, but as soon as he turned around, she quietly held onto the railing and continued walking uphill.

As she walked down to the second-floor corridor, she suddenly realized why her younger brother had been stopping her like a little butler.

The holiday schedule she had drawn up for her younger brother on the children's bedroom door had been torn down, and now a festive Spring Festival couplet was pasted on it.

"Lots of toys."

Next to the children's room, on Zhu Qing's door, there was also a couplet carefully prepared by her younger brother—

"Rarely overtime work."

Sheng Peirong laughed out loud while leaning against the door frame.

With a click, the door to the children's room opened, and a fluffy little head popped out.

"Wow, you didn't keep your word."

Sheng Peirong tapped her younger brother's forehead with her finger: "You're good at playing the victim."

A sweet, childlike voice immediately rang out.

"Big sister, you can't scold children during the New Year."

...

The most meaningful thing Zhu Qing did with Sheng Fang during this holiday was to have their precious family photo printed out.

They specially selected an exquisite photo frame, and the eye-catching family portrait was solemnly placed on the round table next to the sofa.

In this photo, Aunt Ping is pulled to sit next to Sheng Peirong, her hands resting properly on her knees. Because of her restraint, Aunt Ping doesn't have her usual smiling face in the photo, but the light in her eyes still shines with kindness.

After placing the family photo in the living room, Zhu Qing gestured for Sheng Fang to be quiet.

The little one immediately understood and tiptoed to follow his niece into Sheng Peirong's bedroom.

Sheng Peirong came out of the kitchen with a teacup in her hand and stood outside the door, asking, "What are you doing?"

Before she could finish speaking, a pair of warm hands suddenly covered her eyes from behind.

"Walk slowly."

Zhu Qing's voice rang in my ears.

Sheng Peirong chuckled: "Is this some kind of surprise you're planning for me?"

"Ready!" Shengfang announced in her childish voice.

After saying that, he skipped over with small, quick steps and took the older sister's hand.

Sheng Peirong's eyes were covered by Coco, and her hand was being held by Sheng Fang. But in this room where she had lived for several months, Sheng Peirong could clearly sense every location. At this moment, she realized that she was standing in front of the bedside table.

Zhu Qing gently released her hand.

The room was dimly lit. Sheng Peirong slowly opened her eyes and was about to speak when her gaze inadvertently fell on the bedside table.

There used to be a framed photo there, a picture of Sheng Peirong and her husband.

The person who left never truly left her heart. Countless nights, she would hold that photo frame, recalling those beautiful moments. The past wasn't a source of sadness; instead, it became her strength, making every step she took more firm and composed.

At this moment, the picture frame looks brand new.

One photo is a picture of the couple, and the other is a family photo of her, Coco, and her younger brother. They have now been cleverly pieced together.

It's as if time has overlapped, and he has always been there.

Sheng Peirong's eyes involuntarily welled up with tears. Holding the photo frame, she remained speechless for a long time.

“The whole family is together now!” Sheng Fang said, “except for Uncle Xiong.”

Sheng Peirong traced the smiling faces of everyone in the photo with her fingers: "It's a good thing I didn't bring your ugly doll with me."

"You, eldest sister," Sheng Fang said in disbelief, "how could someone so beautiful say such hurtful things?"

Sheng Peirong burst into laughter through her tears and pinched her younger brother's cheek.

Zhu Qing was also smiling, her gaze fixed on the family photo, looking at the gentle smile in her father's eyes.

Everyone he cherished and cared about lived happily, carrying with them his longing for him.

She thought her father would be relieved.

...

After the New Year, Sheng Peirong hired a renovation team to start hammering and tinkering in the basement.

For some time after moving in, the spacious basement remained vacant. When they bought the house, the real estate agent, Wang, suggested converting it into a home theater or a play area for the children. Sheng Peirong had never met this agent, but she adopted some of his suggestions, and the basement was transformed into a dedicated area for the children.

However, there is more than one "child" in the family.

The basement was divided in two: on the left was a colorful children's playground, and on the right was Zhu Qing's professional "case-handling room".

When we moved last year, the whiteboard in our Yau Ma Tei apartment was left behind because it was inconvenient to move. Now, in Zhu Qing's private investigation room, almost an entire wall of whiteboards was custom-made for her, so that it can hold any number of clues.

Every day without fail, the children squatted at the stairwell to supervise the construction.

As dust swirled, he covered his mouth with his two chubby little hands, but his eyes shone brightly as he sketched out the prototype of this secret base in his mind.

With the New Year holiday over, Sheng Peirong and Zhu Qing returned to work.

Happy times are so short. Shengfang didn't even dare to say "I'm so bored" at home, and his older sister couldn't bear to see him so bored.

Little Fangfang has started spending all day wandering around the house with Aunt Ping again.

Just before the start of the school term, he suddenly had a flash of inspiration and pulled out the kindergarten's contact list.

Shengfang also started making long phone calls, enthusiastically informing every good friend—

"My house has a playground!"

The children in the toddler class at Weston Kindergarten seemed "bored" and responded enthusiastically to his invitation.

As evening approached, the little ones arrived one after another.

"Fangfang, do you have a super-big slide at home? A spiral slide, wow!"

"Yes, I have!"

"Do you have a swing set? The kind that can fly really high!"

"some!"

"Fangfang, can we play hide-and-seek?"

"all right……"

Jinbao and Coconut Baby exclaimed excitedly, "Take us there quickly!"

The other children were equally eager to try.

Even the most composed Ah Juan had a gleam of intense anticipation shining behind her round glasses.

Shengfang tilted her little head and said, "It's not finished yet."

The children stood there stunned for three seconds, then cheered and ran towards the ball pit in the courtyard.

With a few "thump thump thump" sounds, the little ones jumped into the ball pit.

Colorful bubble balls danced in the air, accompanied by the clear, sweet laughter of children.

Aunt Ping stood at the top of the stairs, holding a tray of juice, and shook her head, unable to suppress a smile.

I've heard that fish only have a seven-second memory, but I don't know if it's just a rumor from TV...

But there's one thing Aunt Ping is certain of.

Babies' memories only last three seconds.

...

Zhu Qing always thought that Sheng Fang would be reluctant to see the holiday end.

To everyone's surprise, he was actually looking forward to the start of school.

At the end of the day, the children worked together in the courtyard to pick up the scattered balls and put them back in the ball pit.

After that, Shengfang kept counting the days on her fingers.

He missed the time he spent playing with his friends in kindergarten so much.

Shengfang wants to hang upside down on the horizontal bar with Yesi and Jinbao to sunbathe, wants to be a "mop person" with Ajuan, and also wants to participate in the playhouse games that are always coming up with new ideas in kindergarten.

He had been talking about it for a long time, and finally, on the day before school started, he quickly packed his schoolbag.

The backpack was still empty, placed neatly in the entryway, as if it too was waiting to be carried by its little owner.

This time, there was absolutely no need to prepare Sheng Fang mentally. Looking at her little brother's well-behaved and sensible demeanor, even Sheng Peirong had to give him a thumbs up.

“I don’t want the thumb,” Sheng Fang said. “It’s useless.”

Fangfang tilted her chin up, her face seemingly saying "I don't like it" in big letters.

"So, I need to give you some real encouragement?" Sheng Peirong raised her eyebrows. "Tell me, what do you want?"

Shengfang tugged at Zhu Qing's clothes, waving her little hand back and forth: "I want to hear three stories tonight."

Zhu Qing had absolutely no reason to refuse such a simple and heartfelt wish.

She hadn't expected the child to be so stubborn; after reading three, he wanted three more… Finally, after much effort, she managed to coax him to sleep. Then, like an ant carrying its nest, Zhu Qing moved piles of children's picture books to the storage room. So many picture books—she'd bought them to cultivate her child's reading interest, but now she had to read them all herself? Hide them all!

On the morning of the first day of school, unsurprisingly, Shengfang woke up earlier than her alarm clock.

He urged Qingzai to finish breakfast, then hurriedly went out to the garage and climbed into the back seat of the car.

"Let's go!"

Zhu Qing hadn't driven the road from Kadoorie Hill to Kowloon Tong Kindergarten in a long time. The dog, Fang Fang, chattered incessantly in the back seat, and she opened the window to let the wind in.

The breeze that blew in seemed to have lessened the chill of winter.

After the SUV came to a stop, Shengfang excitedly jumped out of the vehicle.

Only then did he realize that there were many children standing at the school gate, their faces swollen from crying.

They clung tightly to their parents' legs, crying so hard that snot bubbles reached the tips of their noses and were about to be blown onto their foreheads.

The children shook their heads and strode confidently into the school gate.

"Goodbye, Qingzai!"

The baby waved confidently amidst the astonished gazes of the other children.

Finally, he has a proper book to read, and he's no longer the only idle person in the family!

...

After seeing off the children, Zhu Qing returned to the police station.

Colleagues arrived one after another, and not long after, Uncle Li also strolled into the CID office right on time.

Uncle Li is different today than he was a few days ago.

The once crisply ironed shirts are gone, replaced by a faded jacket. As for the hair oil that used to make his hair shiny and smooth, it seems to have run out, leaving it messy and looking incredibly rough.

"Uncle Li, why aren't you dressed up today?" Zeng Yongshan asked, leaning closer.

Uncle Li simply waved his hand, not even bothering to lift his eyelids.

"Could it be..." Xu Jiale observed carefully, using his detective skills to deduce, "that Madam Yu rejected him?"

Since the Wei Huasheng case was closed, it's clear to everyone what Uncle Li is thinking. A misunderstanding forced the once-loving couple to separate for ten years, and later even to the point of death... Obviously, Uncle Li was affected and would occasionally go to the Organized Crime and Triad Bureau to "reminisce" with his ex-wife Yu Jingying, but now it seems that the reminiscing has been canceled and Uncle Li has completely withdrawn from the organization.

The office erupted in discussion instantly.

"No way, no way, Madam Yu, how could you do this? How cruel of you!"

"What a terrible taste! They don't even want a good man like Uncle Li?"

"Don't be discouraged, do you want me to teach you a couple of tricks?"

"Let Xiao Sun give me some advice. Last time he and Ah Ling almost broke up after a fight, but he managed to win her back in the end..."

"Oh no, oh no! I thought I could get a beating from Uncle Li!"

Uncle Li was amused by their antics. These people weren't really standing up for him; they were just there to stir up trouble.

He leaned back in his chair: "They didn't directly refuse."

Uncle Li hadn't mentioned his own thoughts, and Madam Yu hadn't said "no" either. At the time, she was simply tidying up the mountain of reports on her desk when she looked up and asked—

Are you very free?

Uncle Li backed down just like that.

A child's refusal is a clear shake of the head and a "no," a young person's refusal is a subtle "another day," but when they reach their age, it's different; often, Uncle Li understands perfectly with just a glance.

"That's fine then," Uncle Li said.

The officers' laughter and chatter gradually subsided.

There were many rumors in the office about Uncle Li's divorce, but in reality, there was no deep-seated grudge or entanglement in that past relationship. The two separated simply because their personalities were incompatible.

Madam was known for her relentless work ethic, boasting the highest case-solving rate in the entire team. Uncle Li, on the other hand, was completely different. For him, the work in the criminal investigation team was simply a well-paid job. Every evening after work, he could cook a delicious meal, open a bottle of wine, and leisurely enjoy life.

They had long been at odds, and divorce seemed inevitable. That "drinking mistake" brought their relationship to a close. Actually, Uncle Li had only had a few drinks the night before, but he suddenly felt unwell while staking out the suspect the next day, missing the best opportunity to make the arrest. During his hospitalization, Yu Jingying took meticulous care of him until he fully recovered, calmly handing him a divorce agreement.

Before moving away, Yu Jingying told him that with his personality, he would never be promoted to inspector even if he turned fifty.

Now it seems she was right.

Uncle Li was lost in his memories when someone suddenly pushed the door open and entered.

"Two bodies were found in the Zhengqin Building. Preliminary investigations suggest it was a murder."

Before the words were even finished, the police officers who had been laughing and joking just moments before stood up in unison.

In an instant, all thoughts of personal feelings were left behind, and everyone's expression became serious and focused. They quickly grabbed their police IDs scattered on their workstations and set off.

...

The police car came to a stop in front of the apartment building.

Mo Zhenbang was the first to open the car door, and the officers from the Major Crimes Unit B quickly assembled.

The scene has been cordoned off. The person who reported the incident was an employee of the milk company who delivers fresh milk.

"Mr. Liu, please repeat the process of how you discovered the scene."

“I came to deliver milk at around 5 a.m. this morning.” He took a deep breath. “At that time, I put two bottles of fresh milk into the milk box as usual.”

He pointed to the milk box by the door: "But when I came to collect the empty bottles at eight o'clock, I found that the two bottles of milk from this morning were still there. Generally speaking, by this time, this family has already finished drinking the milk and put the empty bottles back in the milk box. This has been the case for so long."

"The alarm clock in the house kept ringing, so I knocked on the door. I was wondering what was going on when I suddenly saw traces of blood seeping out from under the door... the kind of dried blood. It was terrifying, so I immediately called the police."

The officer took notes and then asked, "Didn't you notice anything unusual when you delivered the milk around 5 a.m.?"

"Officer, it's still dark at that hour! We deliver milk from building to building, time is tight, and if we're late we'll get complaints and have our pay docked. How can we have time to check carefully?"

Outside the cordon, a group of neighbors gradually gathered, peering out.

Through their fragmented conversations, the police pieced together key information. The murdered woman was a nurse at the hospital, while the man worked as an ambulance driver at the emergency center.

The police officer stopped them: "Step back and keep your distance!"

As the police entered the house, a strong smell of blood filled the air.

Camera flashes went off one after another in the room. There were signs of struggle everywhere on the sofa, coffee table, and walls. Blood splattered everywhere. Two corpses lay in dried blood pools, their flesh mangled and their deaths gruesome.

The forensic team members, wearing gloves, carefully extracted the shoe print.

"The shoe print is approximately size 8.5, the stride is even, and the weight distribution is natural. This rules out the possibility that the perpetrator deliberately wore ill-fitting shoes to mislead the investigation. Judging from the force distribution, this is the usual shoe size." Forensic investigator Colmar pondered for a moment, "Based on the gait analysis, the suspect is at least six feet one inch tall."

At this time, Dr. Ye from the forensic department had arrived and was squatting next to the body to examine it.

"After being struck repeatedly with a blunt instrument, their skulls were comminuted and fractured. Judging from the amount of bleeding, the perpetrator watched them suffer severe injuries and then slowly bleed to death."

"Based on the degree of rigor mortis, the time of death was between 1 a.m. and 3 a.m.

Mo Zhenbang squatted down next to Dr. Ye, his gaze following the shocking crawling marks on the floor.

The bloodstains stretched from the center of the living room to the door, finally leaving a bloody handprint on the door—the victims' last struggle, but they were too weak to reach the doorknob.

The faint sounds of neighbors talking could be heard outside the door.

They huddled together anxiously, standing on tiptoe to peer inside, hearing the voices of police officers talking and the clicks of camera shutters.

"I...I just greeted Mr. Bao yesterday...how could this be..."

"Officer, is this building safe now? Is it possible that the killer...?"

"Don't scare yourself," a young neighbor said. "It's definitely revenge."

The crowd stirred, and the neighbors who were watching were all sweating profusely.

"Strange, I didn't hear a sound at all last night."

"Don't you know? They put soundproofing cotton on the walls because they said their daughter's piano practice would disturb others. In previous years, they were complained about every few days."

Zhu Qing turned around abruptly: "Daughter?"

"Yes," the property manager nodded. "They have a daughter who'll be starting elementary school soon. But... where is the child?"

“Yesterday afternoon, I saw Mrs. Bao picking up her daughter from school. The child should be at home.”

"Could something have happened to the child too?"

Police thoroughly searched each room, finding them in complete disarray. Overturned furniture, scattered items, and bloodstains silently testified to the two victims' struggles at the time.

However, when the officers pushed open the last door, everyone was stunned.

This is a children's room, with pink sheets meticulously made and small pillows neatly arranged at the head of the bed, creating a stark contrast to the bloodshed outside.

Mo Zhenbang walked towards the wardrobe. In this small house where space was used to its fullest potential, there was a noticeably empty space in the wardrobe, with a few clothes hangers hanging forlornly.

"The clothes were taken?" His fingers brushed against the clothes rack.

Meanwhile, the officers' eyes were drawn to a framed photo on the desk. In the photo, a little girl with pigtails smiled innocently, clutching a brown teddy bear tightly in her arms.

"Where's the doll?" Zhu Qing asked softly.

The officers searched every corner of the house but couldn't find the doll.

"Lost? Sent for cleaning?"

“Look…” A colleague from the forensic department squatted down and picked up a loose piece of brownish-red down with tweezers.

The officers lowered their voices.

Where are the children?

"Were they taken away?"

"Clothes are missing, toys are gone, but other valuables are still there. It's as if the murderer was helping the child 'pack his luggage'."

“Uncle Li,” Zhu Qing suddenly turned around, “this scene…”

This scene seemed familiar, strikingly similar to an old case in a long-forgotten archive.

The killer was extremely cruel to the two victims, but showed kindness only to the children in the children's room.

Uncle Li frowned: "The method is exactly the same as the Cheng family case back then."

...

Shengfang sat on the wooden floor of the classroom activity area, looking around in confusion at her classmates who were all crying.

Wow, she's been crying for so long and still can't stop.

"Take a break!" Sheng Fang said to Xiao Mei beside him.

Xiao Mei looked at him with teary eyes, then turned away.

Teacher Ji was squatting in the corner, gently patting the back of one child after another.

She had already prepared herself mentally; the children always need time to adjust in the first two days of school. Even after the New Year, theoretically, the little ones have all grown a year older, but they are still a group of babies.

After spending such a long holiday with their parents, the children hadn't even recovered from the stress of being separated from their parents when they were sent to kindergarten. Separation anxiety overwhelmed the classroom.

Laughter is contagious, and so is crying.

The cries of children rose and fell in every corner of the classroom, one wave after another.

Coconut Baby pulled a picture of her mother out of her little backpack, her eyes filled with tears: "I want Mommy!"

Upon hearing this, Jinbao buried her face in her knees, her shoulders trembling, and she sobbed softly, "I want Mommy too!"

"Didn't you bring the photos?" Ye Si wiped away her tears and handed the photos to Jin Bao. "Do you want to borrow them?"

Little Jinbao shook his head clearly: "No, I don't want it."

In the classroom, Fangfang happily twirled around.

He was full of energy and encouraged everyone he met. He told us to be strong, to cheer up, and that the most important thing for a child is to be happy!

The children's tears fell in a steady stream, and they cried their eyes out.

The cheerful baby exclaimed, "Please, come play!"