As night fell, Song Mian had just finished preparing dinner when Lin Jiaojiao led the Little Red Army soldiers to the funeral clothing shop.
The young Red Army soldiers praised Song Mian's cooking and helped clean up the dishes after they finished eating.
After making milk tea for the young Red Army soldiers, Song Mian and the ghosts sat down in a circle and carefully inquired about where they wanted to be reincarnated.
When this was brought up, the kids started discussing it animatedly.
Xiao Fenghua was the first to speak: "I used to be an orphan without parents, so the Management Bureau is compensating me this time. They said I'll be living in the Yangtze River Delta region as an only child, where my grandparents, maternal grandparents, and parents will all love and care for me!"
Little Stone chimed in, "Me too! I said I love drawing the most, so the people at the Administration Bureau gave me a talent for drawing. I can become a great painter someday!"
Hong Sheng pushed up his simple, cracked glasses on the bridge of his nose: "I want to learn and research all kinds of new technologies. The people in the Administration Bureau have promised to provide me with enough resources to keep me learning, and I can even become a researcher in the future."
Listening to the children talk about their future, Song Mian felt genuinely happy for them.
Before she knew it, she had been chatting with the children until late at night. Song Mian glanced at the time and realized that it was almost dawn.
"It's time, you should all go." As soon as Song Mian said this, the kids present fell silent.
"Don't be so disappointed. It's a good thing you're leaving. I'm genuinely happy for you. Jiaojiao, take them with you." Song Mian said sincerely, a slight smile playing on her lips.
"Sister Song Mian, although we all need to drink Meng Po soup before we are reincarnated, I always feel that we have a special connection with you, Sister Song. I hope we can meet again in the future." Before leaving, Little Stone looked up and gave Song Mian a slight smile.
The emotions she had been suppressing inside her surged forth like a spring, and Song Mian squatted down and hugged Xiao Shitou tightly: "Okay, I'll wait for you."
After watching Lin Jiaojiao take all the Little Red Army soldiers away, Song Mian tidied up the shop and lay down on the bed.
She was worried that she might have trouble falling asleep, but to Song Mian's surprise, she fell asleep very easily and soon drifted into a deep sleep.
Completely unaware of how much time had passed, Song Mian was having a sweet dream when suddenly there was a loud knocking on the door.
The piercing sound forcefully bombarded her eardrums, forcibly pulling her from her dream.
Slowly sitting up, Song Mian's eyes filled with deep doubt.
She hadn't had a proper rest these past few days, so before resting today, she specifically hung a 'Do Not Disturb' sign on the door, indicating that she didn't want to receive any guests.
Unexpectedly, someone came to disturb her sweet dream, and Song Mian could clearly feel her temples throbbing wildly.
Torn between whether or not to go down and open the door, Song Mian, who had originally intended to wait for the person knocking, chose to give up.
However, this person's persistence far exceeded Song Mian's expectations, as he continued to stand outside the door and knock incessantly.
Forced to get up and change, Song Mian splashed water on her face as she passed the tap in the yard, forcing herself to wake up before making her way to the gate.
Pushing open the door and looking outside, Song Mian saw a girl with red and swollen eyes.
The girl wore a snow-white dress, looking like an elf who had descended to earth. Her fair face looked especially innocent, and her eyes, with their slightly upturned corners, were filled with helplessness.
If Song Mian hadn't just opened the door and seen the girl for the first time, she would have almost doubted whether she had accidentally bullied her.
The girl sniffled, her voice choked with emotion: "Hello, are you Master Song Mian?"
"Yes, it is. Is there anything I can help you with?" Song Mian felt her temples throbbing as she spoke, the feeling of sleep deprivation affecting her.
"Master Song, please help me!" Seeing that Song Mian had admitted it, the girl's legs went weak, and she knelt down in front of her, crying louder and louder.
It's already past eight in the morning, and the streets are filled with all sorts of people who are forced to work as corporate slaves.
The girl's commotion was so great that it attracted the attention of many passersby.
Completely unprepared to encounter such a difficult person, Song Mian's first instinct was to invite the girl inside.
The girl sat at the table and accepted a cup of hot water from Song Mian.
“Crying won’t solve anything. Tell me how I can help you first, then I can take action.” Song Mian was extremely helpless with the girl in front of her and could only do her best to comfort her.
The girl choked back a sob, forcing back her tears as she apologized, "I'm sorry, Miss Song Mian, I didn't mean to cry so loudly. I'm just... just too heartbroken..."
Song Mian sat down opposite the girl and patiently listened to her recount the whole story.
The girl's name is Quan Yanyan, and she is the fake heiress of the Quan family who went missing eighteen years ago.
The Quan family only discovered the year before that Quan Zhi, the daughter they raised, was not their real daughter. It took them more than half a year to finally find Quan Yanyan.
After Quan Yanyan returned home, the Quan family did not abandon Quan Zhi in the same way.
However, Quan Zhi's family background, the Fu family, is too complicated. Her mother is a gambler and her father is an alcoholic.
In an attempt to extort money from the Quan family, Quan Zhi's biological parents tried every possible means to make things difficult for everyone in the Quan family, leaving them exhausted.
Everyone was worried about this matter, but no one had a good way to resolve the Fu family's situation.
“At that time, my parents and my three older brothers were so focused on protecting my sister and me that they couldn’t even take care of their own things. This directly caused chaos in our whole family. Helpless, my sister suggested that she go back to the Fu family.”
Quan Yanyan thought of the sad things in the past and burst into tears: "I was so stupid back then. I grew up in the Fu family. I knew how outrageous those people in the Fu family were, but I still agreed to let my sister go back. I don't know what method my sister used to make the Fu family settle things peacefully."
But after my sister returned to the Fu family, they really didn't cause any more trouble. At the time, my sister was busy with her research and hadn't contacted me or the family for a long time; I thought she was doing well. I never imagined that my sister would die!
Song Mian had been listening intently, and when she heard this part, disbelief appeared in her eyes: "Miss Quan Zhi is dead?"
Quan Yanyan cried until she soaked one tissue after another: "When the school security guard found my sister, she had already fallen from the seventh floor and lay on the ground all night... My parents and brothers knew that my sister and I were close, and they were worried that I would not be able to bear seeing my sister's bloody body, so they did not let me see my sister one last time until the very end."
But I saw the news report, which said that my sister died a very gruesome death, with blood flowing everywhere. However, the police did not find any suicide note at the scene and hastily concluded the case as a suicide.
Miss Song, I don't think this matter is that simple. My sister might not have committed suicide, but rather been pushed off the building! No, I should say I suspect that the entire Fu family killed my sister!
Song Mian hadn't expected things to be even more complicated than she'd imagined, and a bead of cold sweat trickled down her forehead: "Miss Quan, whatever your suspicions, everything requires evidence. What evidence do you have to prove that the Fu family did all this?"
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