Li Nan had no doubt about Gao Siming's motives. Liu Xiangdong was Gao Siming's junior and the president of the Honghu Society he founded. Although he had made a big mistake and was imprisoned, as a senior, there was nothing wrong with him visiting his former junior!

"Brother Gao, when are you free? I'll make the arrangements!"

"I'm free every day, I can do whatever I want!"

After finishing this topic, Gao Siming casually asked, "Xiao Li, do you think Peng Yuanyuan might also...?"

Li Nan laughed and said, "Brother Gao, you're overthinking it. There are plenty of mentally ill people, but not many who are exempt from the death penalty. I think Peng Yuanyuan is perfectly normal!"

"Section Chief Li!" Gao Siming's face turned serious again. "Do you really think Peng Yuanyuan is normal?"

"The author of the comic is Qingyu, and Fatty Zhao identified Maria as the author. They are both Peng Yuanyuan! You said you suspected that she had experienced something bad abroad! At that time, her parents had just passed away unexpectedly."

"Because of this, she still resents me to this day, and even resorted to such drastic measures as poisoning!"

"Xiao Li, do you think of a way to let me see Peng Yuanyuan one more time?"

“If it were two days ago, it probably wouldn’t have been allowed; death row inmates aren’t allowed to meet with outsiders.” Li Nan paused deliberately. “But it’s different now, brother. You’re an outstanding citizen, an excellent young man. It’s perfectly acceptable for you to visit these heinous criminals in prison and offer them humanitarian care!”

"Leave this to me. I'll give you a call later!"

After all, this should be the last time the two of them meet in their lives, so how could Li Nan not help?

Gao Siming's reminder is quite valuable. Qingyu? Maria?

Many years ago, Li Nan felt that Peng Yuanyuan's personality was somewhat unpredictable, sometimes cold and sometimes hot, like two completely different people. Now, thinking about it carefully, Li Nan felt a chill run down her spine.

Things won't really go in that direction, will they?

It was 10 p.m. when Li Nan and his wife finally left Gao Siming's villa and returned to their own home.

Li Nan was unusually not drunk today, but because he drank a lot of good tea, he had a belly full of tea.

The stimulating components in tea are no less than those in coffee, which means Li Nan is destined to have a sleepless night.

Fortunately, today is only Saturday, and there's no work tomorrow, so Li Nan can take a break.

Li Nan couldn't sleep all night, while Qin Wen beside him had already fallen asleep.

However, Qin Wen's eyes kept moving around in her sleep, clearly indicating that she was having a nightmare.

Unfortunately, the newly appointed examiner, who was always called a fool, did not notice this anomaly.

Even when Qin Wen woke up from her nightmare, Li Nan, who had been unable to stay awake any longer, had already fallen into a deep sleep.

Tonight, Qin Wen had a nightmare, a nightmare about her childhood.

As she drifted deeper into her dream, she could no longer distinguish whether it was a dream, her own memories, or her own lingering resentment towards the past.

In the cold winter of the year 4192 of the Cangli era, the night was already deep.

Qin Wen's mother, Mao Qinglan, had already added fuel to the earthen stove twice, but her husband, Qin Jianguo, who had said he was out running some errands, still hadn't returned.

Looking at the clock on the wall, which showed that it was past eleven o'clock, Mao Qinglan's heart became increasingly tense.

On the bed, four-year-old Qin Wen turned over, as if sensing something, and got off the bed.

"Mom, why isn't Dad back yet?"

"Xiaowenzi, you go to sleep first, your father will be back soon!"

"No, Wenwen wants to sleep with Mommy and Daddy!"

That night was destined to be sleepless.

That night, it wasn't just Qin Wen and her daughter who couldn't sleep.

The mother and daughter embraced each other tightly, using the warmth from the earthen stove to stay together until dawn.

But Dad still didn't come back.

At only four years old, Qin Wen didn't even remember whether she stayed with her mother until dawn.

All I remember is that when I came to my senses, my small house was completely empty!

Children these days mature earlier; if their parents aren't around, they're probably busy with other things.

Without thinking much, Xiao Qinwen went to the earthen stove, intending to rummage through it for food.

I used to occasionally encounter this situation where my parents weren't home, and my mother would thoughtfully leave me a warm steamed bun in the earthen stove.

But there's nothing here today!

Even the firewood in the earthen stove had burned out, losing its former warmth.

Her stomach started to rumble with hunger, and Qin Wen, ever the sensible girl, hid under the covers and began to cry.

I cried until I was exhausted, but my parents still didn't come back.

Under the dual pressures of hunger and heartbreak, Qin Wen fell asleep again.

After some time, Qin Wen was awakened by the noise from the next room. "It's Mom's voice. Is Mom back?"

Dragging her small, hungry body, little Qin Wen, wearing slippers, followed her mother's voice and found her way to the yard.

"Waaaaah, you're lying! My husband has worked at the sugar factory for so many years, how could he possibly fall into a sugar jar..."

"Ah, you must be lying to me!"

"Waaaaah..."

Xiao Qinwen wondered why her mother was crying, and she couldn't understand what her mother meant.

The sugar jar? Dad fell in?

When is Dad coming back?

Little Qin Wen took small steps and walked behind her mother, who was slumped on the ground, and hugged her tightly. "Mommy, don't cry. Why isn't Daddy back yet?"

...

Cherry blossoms were patrolled outside the interrogation room.

Interrogator Xiao Jia: "Mao Qinglan, tell me, what happened before Qin Jianguo left last night?"

Mao Qinglan: "Officer, yesterday I heard from my son Jianguo that when he was off work, Cao Zhixiong, the deputy team leader in his group, asked him to meet at 8 p.m. But I don't know what they talked about."

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