Fang Zhenyue stayed at the crime scene to handle the next work, but the other detectives of Team B were a little absent-minded.

After the colleagues from the Forensic Department and the Forensic Section arrived, Fang Zhenyue simply gave the green light to Uncle Jiu and others, allowing them to go to the hospital. He was alone at the scene with a group of uniformed police officers to handle the urgent work to be completed at the scene, and the rest would be dealt with after everyone returned from the hospital. Uniformed police

officer Ali stood by the door frame. As an eyewitness at the scene and the first uniformed police officer to arrive at the scene, Ali had to stay and cooperate with Fang Zhenyue to make a statement and other tasks, but looking at the backs of the detectives rushing to the hospital, he was particularly concerned about the CID agent who saved him.

His girlfriend standing by saw what he was thinking, patted him on the shoulder and said, "I'll go to the hospital for you. If there's anything I can do to help, I'll do it."

After that, Ali's girlfriend Amay turned around and caught up with the detectives from Team B. After a brief explanation, she got into Uncle Nine's car and went to the hospital with everyone.

Fang Zhenyue took a deep breath. Although he was worried about it, there had to be someone at the scene. He pursed his lips and finally turned back to the jewelry store.

The uniformed police who came to support were arranged to work in an orderly manner: pull the cordon, cooperate with the Public Relations Department to deal with the media who wanted to sneak into the jewelry store; record the statements of the customers and the receptionists in the jewelry store...

"Eleven is not injured, right?" Xu Junhao turned to ask Fang Zhenyue while standing by and waiting for the Forensic Department to collect evidence.

"Eleven was not injured, but the other agent Xu Shaowei was seriously injured." Fang Zhenyue frowned, and from time to time he looked at the time and the BB call on his waist. At this time, no news is the best news.

Xu Junhao glanced at the splattered and flowing blood on the ground, raised his eyes and glanced at Fang Zhenyue, but in the end he did not say his true thoughts.

When Xu Shaowei was sent to the ambulance, he took a quick look. The wound and the amount of bleeding were not optimistic.

As soon as Fang Zhenyue made contact with Xu Junhao's eyes, he understood what the other party meant without him saying anything.

Pursing his lips and stamping his feet, he frowned anxiously.

When Xu Junhao was lying on the body to do a preliminary autopsy and the Forensic Department began to collect evidence at the scene in the gold shop, he walked out of the door in frustration, put his hands in his pockets, and turned his back to the gold shop, blocking the busy Forensic Department and Forensic Department colleagues in the store and the messy scene.

The media wanted to take pictures, but they could only take pictures of him blocking the door like a star.

He didn't care about those cameras. Whoever raised a camera at him, he would look coldly, making the fearless media tremble.

Fang Zhenyue is not only worried about Xu Shaowei's safety, but also Jiayi's mood and the mood of those bad guys.

He was worried, as if letting those adults go to the hospital to accompany the patient was a worrying thing.

The sun was bright today, but it was just an annoying sun on my face.

After all the witnesses had completed their statements and the on-site investigation was completed, Qian Guibang's body was taken away by the forensic department. Fang Zhenyue looked at the time, quickly packed up, and drove his jeep to the hospital.

While waiting for the second red light, the BB call on his waist suddenly rang, and Fang Zhenyue's heartbeat suddenly stopped.

With his eyes still fixed on the road ahead, he sat quietly for 2 seconds, clenched his fists, and then hesitantly took out the pager hanging on his waist.

The text message on the pager was from Uncle Jiu:

[He's gone. ]

Fang Zhenyue took a deep breath and silently put the pager back in his pocket.

The traffic light turned green ahead, and he stepped on the accelerator, passing several cars, honking his horn and accelerator all the way, and he arrived at the hospital at the fastest speed. He hurriedly parked the car in the parking lot and strode into the hospital.

His rapid steps were just like his heartbeat at the moment.

He climbed up the stairs to the emergency room and the moment he turned into the emergency room, he heard sobbing and sobbing.

The agents of Team B heard the footsteps and turned their heads one after another. Their eyes were red, and the first time they saw him, they couldn't help but call him hoarsely:

"Brother Yue..."

"Brother Yue."

"Brother Yue..."

Fang Zhenyue walked up quickly. The lights in the operating room had gone out. It was obvious that the rescue was over and the doctors had already started to deal with the patient's body inside.

He walked into the middle of the brothers and spread his arms.

Everyone came over. Liu Jiaming lowered his head and leaned against Fang Zhenyue's shoulder, using his shoulder to shield his tearful face.

Fang Zhenyue patted Liu Jiaming's shoulder with his right hand, and put his left arm around Jiayi, hugging her into his arms, holding her shoulders tightly. Feeling her suppressed trembling, his nose suddenly began to ache.

Sanfu hit Fang Zhenyue's shoulder with his left arm, raised his head and tried to hold back tears...

When the doctor pushed the ambulance covered with white cloth out, Amay, who rushed to pay the bill, had already run back. She was holding various receipts in her hand, looking at the white cloth cart and the faces of the agents, and was slightly stunned.

Thinking that if this agent had not rushed forward and grabbed the murderer, it would be her boyfriend lying there alone and cold, her heart ached and her eyes became even sadder.

Being saved by someone else's life is like killing someone, both of which are debts that cannot be repaid in this lifetime.

As the other agents were too sad, Amay took on the responsibility of helping to deal with the follow-up procedures, especially since she was a nurse and knew every aspect of the hospital well, and she was very good at running the procedures.

However, after finishing all the work, she still had to face the agents from CID Group B.

The air in the corridor outside the morgue was stuffy. There was only coldness and crying, and no bright things.

Amay saw the last officer to arrive bring two cups of hot water, one for the blood-stained female police officer who had killed the murderer, and the other for the young male detective who was crying the most.

She stood there for a while with her lips pursed, then turned and left. A few minutes later, she brought another tray of warm water and distributed it to all the detectives.

As the warm water entered their stomachs, their emotions slowly settled, and everyone finally stopped sobbing and choking.

The blood on Jiayi's body and hands had dried up. She ignored her physical discomfort and sat quietly on the bench in the cold corridor with her eyes closed.

Her head was against the hard wall, but tears were still flowing, cut by two rows of eyelashes, flowing down along her cheeks, and then gathered into a pool.

Her heart was empty. She couldn't make a sound. She couldn't sob, and she couldn't cry like a child. She

had a lot of sorrow in her heart, and it could only flow out of her body with tears.

Her hand was suddenly lifted up, and a warm palm held her cold fingers. A damp and slightly cool cloth was placed on the back of her hand, carefully wiping away the coagulated blood.

The warm hands were very strong, but the movements were very slow, like the most gentle mother.

Jiayi fluttered her eyelashes and slowly opened her eyes. She saw the usually rough Brother Yue sitting beside her, lowering his head to carefully help her wipe her dirty clothes. Her

chest felt tight, and after a long while, she said in a hoarse voice: "Brother Yue, I didn't take good care of him, nor did I protect him... oooo..."

Ren Tiehan's eyes also turned red. He grabbed her hand and turned his head away.

Grief overwhelmed everyone until they suffocated.

...

...

In another corner of the city, in an old low building and a winding and mottled corridor, the postman turned the last corner and knocked on the dilapidated iron gate.

Li Yuhe, who was on vacation at home, opened the door, signed for the package, said "thank you" to the postman, and then closed the door.

She turned around and put the heavy package on the table. She looked through the receipt to check the sender's address and found that it was from an anonymous person named [Student Aid].

Puzzled, she unpacked the package and poked her head out of the kitchen and asked, "What's this?"

"I don't know—" Li Yuhe stopped talking.

Inside the cardboard box was a large snakeskin bag. When the zipper was unzipped, it was filled with large-denomination Hong Kong dollars...

Mom walked out of the kitchen, poked her head into the bag, and dropped the frying pan on the ground in shock.

Li Yuhe took out the snakeskin bag in a daze, and found a small, flattened shopping bag under the bag. She took it out, shook it, and looked inside. She saw a pair of intact new pink slippers lying quietly inside.

Li Yuhe moved her toes, looked down at the worn slippers on her feet that she had worn for five or six years, and then turned her eyes back to the

new slippers, which were so bright in color, like the most vibrant pink flowers, quietly blooming in her bag.