"Ah... my Lia... my daughter..."

Liya's father plopped down on the ground, looked up and wailed. He had three sons, and it was only with great difficulty that he had his youngest daughter, who was the apple of his eye. He worked hard every day, hoping to save more money so that his daughter could have a generous dowry and not be looked down upon by her husband's family.

Now that everything is destroyed, what's the point of him living?

The couple embraced and wept bitterly, their sorrow affecting the onlookers, who all wore grief-stricken expressions and sighed softly.

The police arrived and questioned Liya's parents, who knew nothing and were just crying. One of the officers, who was very experienced, knew from Liya's death that she had been poisoned and asked, "What did your daughter eat?"

"She ate the same thing as usual. She had breakfast at Grandpa Huang's shop this morning, played in my family's fruit shop for a while, ate half a coconut when she was thirsty, and then went to play by the roadside. Everyone on this street knows her. Liya often plays alone and has never had any accidents before, but today..."

The woman was filled with regret. If she had known her daughter would get into trouble, she wouldn't have cared about her business no matter how busy she was. What's the point of making so much money if she doesn't have her daughter?

"It's all my fault, I should have stayed with Liya... It's all my fault, God, please give me your life to bring Liya back..."

The woman beat her chest and stamped her feet in despair. She hated herself to death, but time could not be turned back, and her daughter could never come back to life and call her mother again.

“There’s definitely nothing wrong with the food in my shop. I’ve been running a breakfast shop on this street for twenty years, and all my customers are regulars. There’s never been a problem,” a man in his fifties or sixties said loudly. He was Grandpa Huang.

Liya's mother chimed in, "It's definitely not a problem with Grandpa Huang's shop. Liya eats there almost every day and has never had any problems. Which beast has harmed my Liya? Sir, please, you must catch that beast!"

"We will do our best, and you must cheer up," the older policeman comforted the couple, though he couldn't guarantee anything.

Based on his experience, the murderer definitely committed the crime randomly. Poor Liya was unlucky enough to encounter the murderer and became the first victim. These kinds of cases are the hardest to solve because there is no pattern to follow and too many uncertain factors.

In the past, most similar cases became cold cases. The police station's archives contain many cold cases from twenty or thirty years ago, and they will all become dead cases without any surprises. It is unlikely that the murderer will be brought to justice.

Here's a piece of candy.

The younger policemen's eyes lit up when they saw the piece of candy lying quietly on the ground. They reached out to pick it up, but the little pig stopped them, saying, "Don't touch it, it's poisonous!"

The older policeman then noticed Zhu Zi and Xiao Zhu. Their skin color was clearly that of foreigners, so they must be on vacation. This city is a tourist destination, attracting tourists from all over the world every year. There are a lot of Chinese people here, and most of the locals are of Chinese descent. If you ask anyone on the street, their ancestors may have migrated from China.

Going back 500 years, we all share the same ancestor and are descendants of Yan and Huang, which naturally creates a sense of kinship. Moreover, many local elders have not forgotten their native accent and can speak fluent Mandarin. They also maintain the traditions of their hometown and feel especially close to compatriots from their hometown. Therefore, many Chinese people come here to enjoy the foreign scenery and there is not much of a language barrier, making it very convenient.

The woman suddenly pointed at Zhu Zi and the piglet and shouted, "They were with my daughter the whole time. They were there when my daughter had the accident. This man even bled to feed my daughter."