Zhang Chunxue had no expression on her face, and the doctor could only sigh.
The police officers next to her didn't say anything.
After all, everyone knew that Zhang Chunxue's second son had killed her biological son and was trying to steal her money. He had also attempted murder before...
Zhang Chunxue didn't shed a single tear for her son, and they all understood.
Song Xingzhi arrived an hour ago and is now accompanying Zhang Chunxue.
"Sister Haruyuki..." he whispered soothingly, "He's dead now. At least we don't have to worry about him anymore."
Zhang Chunxue looked at the extinguished light on the operating room door, her fingertips trembling slightly, but she still stood straight.
She slowly closed her eyes, as if to push all the past into a dark box.
"It's better to die..." Her voice was very soft, "Just consider it as atonement."
She was talking about Zhong Chengren's previous life, but everyone else, including the police officer nearby, thought she was talking about Zhong Chengren killing Zhong Chengyi.
Zhao Weiguo, the director of the police station, looked at Zhang Chunxue and didn't know what to say for a moment.
In a short period of time, this female comrade lost her two sons. I don’t know how sad she must be!
After all, no matter how bad a son is, he is still the flesh and blood of his mother!
He opened his mouth, but all that came out was a heavy sigh.
The night wind blew through the corridor, lifting a few strands of Zhang Chunxue's hair. Song Xingzhi stood silently beside her.
"Do we need to take Zhong Chengren's body back?" Zhang Chunxue looked at Zhao Weiguo again.
Zhao Weiguo nodded immediately: "Now that the person is dead, the case is considered solved. You are indeed required to take the body back with you."
Zhang Chunxue pinched her eyebrows.
Zhong Chengyi was buried just yesterday, and today we have to take care of the funeral for another son...
Zhou Mingli, who had been silent all this time, seemed to come back to her senses and looked at Zhong Xiaoxiao, who was also silent.
She licked her dry lips and said, "Xiaoxiao, it's getting late. Your school should be having evening self-study, right?"
Song Xingzhi also looked over: "Xiaoxiao, how about I take you back to school first?"
Today is Sunday, and Zhong Xiaoxiao should be at school now.
But because Zhang Chunxue suddenly learned the news about Zhong Chengren, they came to the county together.
Zhong Xiaoxiao opened her mouth, wanting to say something, but didn't know what to say, so she just nodded.
Zhang Chunxue patted her shoulder and said, "Don't let your imagination run wild. Just study hard!"
Zhong Xiaoxiao nodded heavily and held back the tears in her eyes.
Song Xingzhi looked at Zhang Chunxue again and said, "Sister Chunxue, please wait for me in the hospital for a while. I will take care of the rest of the matter after I send Xiaoxiao off."
Zhang Chunxue nodded silently.
Song Xingzhi took Zhong Xiaoxiao out of the hospital and walked towards the car parked in the carport. The night was dark and the street lights made his shadow very long.
Zhong Xiaoxiao followed behind him, her footsteps so light that they were almost inaudible.
The night breeze was cool, blowing through the window at the end of the corridor and ruffling the strands of hair on her forehead.
She couldn't help but look back at the hospital again.
Song Xingzhi got on the bike and said, "Come on, I'll take you to school!"
Zhong Xiaoxiao gripped the strap of her schoolbag tightly and gently stepped onto the back seat.
A flashlight was tied to the front of the bicycle, illuminating the road ahead.
The hospital was not too far from the middle school, and Song Xingzhi rode slowly.
After a while, I heard low sobbing sounds from behind me.
Song Xingzhi didn't say anything, but just rode forward in silence.
Arriving at the school gate, he stopped the car and looked back at Zhong Xiaoxiao: "Go in, don't delay the evening self-study."
Zhong Xiaoxiao lowered her head, tears still falling, but she held them back without making a sound.
Song Xingzhi's voice was low: "He's not worth your tears."
"I know you're a kind child, but... just pretend you don't have a brother like him!"
"I know," Zhong Xiaoxiao choked up, "He was never nice to me, I just... I just..."
Song Xingzhi patted her head and said, "Be good, listen to your mother, study hard, and don't think about these things!"
Zhong Xiaoxiao nodded heavily and then walked into the school.
Song Xingzhi let out a breath and turned back to the hospital.
At this point, there was definitely no one to move Zhong Chengren's body, so Zhong Chengren could only stay in the hospital for one day.
When Song Xingzhi returned to the hospital, he saw Zhang Chunxue chatting with Zhou Mingli. Zhong Yuanyuan in Zhou Mingli's arms didn't know anything and was giggling.
Zhang Chunxue heard footsteps, turned around and saw Song Xingzhi, and her expression immediately relaxed a lot: "I sent him to school."
"Well," Song Xingzhi walked over to Zhang Chunxue and held her hand. "Director Zhao and the others have left?"
Zhang Chunxue nodded slightly.
Song Xingzhi breathed a sigh of relief: "Let's go back first! Have a good rest tonight. I'll go back to the village to find Brother Aiguo, and then have the people from Zhongjia Village come to the county to bring Zhong Chengren back..."
Zhang Chunxue just said softly: "Okay, thank you for your help."
Song Xingzhi's brows immediately furrowed. "Sister Chunxue, are you telling me this?"
Zhang Chunxue chuckled and hooked Song Xingzhi's hand: "Okay, then I won't say anything."
The night breeze blew through the corridor, bringing the rustling of leaves in the distance.
Zhang Chunxue stood up, a smile on her face again: "Let's go, let's go back!"
Zhou Mingli also stood up.
She was actually most deeply touched by Zhong Chengren's death.
This man was her former husband and the father of the child she was carrying, but he had almost killed her and her child.
She still remembers her panic and despair at that time.
But now, the fear and pain of the past seem to have dissipated with the wind, leaving only silent relief.
The only regret is that Zhong Yuanyuan no longer has a father.
However, before they reached the hospital entrance, they saw Meng Wanshu running towards them in a hurry.
Her face showed all kinds of emotions: devastation, anger, and resentment.
As soon as she saw Zhang Chunxue, she rushed over.
"Zhong Chengren is dead? Zhong Chengren is dead?"
Her tone was particularly excited: "Why didn't you inform me earlier? Why?"
She questioned Zhang Chunxue.
Zhang Chunxue's face darkened again. "Why not? Go ask the police! How would I know?"
Meng Wanshu, however, didn't listen at all, and said nervously: "I am his wife, why didn't you inform me..."
In fact, the police station went to inform him, but she was not at home.
In other words, after she was fired from the grain and oil station, she gave up the house she and Zhong Chengren rented together and returned to her parents' home.
Although I was looked down upon by my parents, it was better than starving to death outside alone.
She suddenly raised her head and looked at Zhang Chunxue: "Where is Zhong Chengren? Where is he? I want to see him one last time!"
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