It was already afternoon when the police and Liu Hao arrived in Suicheng.
The policeman first took Liu Hao to the local police station to coordinate the work.
Liu Hao stood quietly on the familiar yet unfamiliar land of his hometown, as memories of the past surged in like a tide, surrounding him tightly.
Every inch of the air seemed to be filled with the breath of his mother. The once warm embrace and loving smile had now turned into unforgettable pain, surging back and forth in his heart.
His hands trembled slightly as he carefully took out the talisman paper given by the young master from his arms.
In the afterglow of the setting sun, the talisman paper shone with a mysterious and solemn light, as if carrying all his thoughts and obsessions for his mother.
Liu Hao slowly raised his head, his eyes firm and resolute, revealing a kind of desperate madness.
He bit his fingertips, and bright red blood instantly gushed out and dripped onto the talisman paper.
The golden talisman paper seemed to be given life, trembling gently in the breeze, and then flew away into the distance like a nimble butterfly.
When the Kyoto police saw this scene, they did not hesitate at all and quickly rushed in the direction indicated by the talisman.
The officers of Suicheng police looked at each other, their eyes full of astonishment and confusion.
They had handled many cases in Suicheng, but had never seen such a peculiar way of handling cases.
The Suicheng police officers exchanged glances, their hearts pounding. What kind of trick was this? Did the police from Kyoto handle cases so differently?
Is this a bit metaphysical? Is this a bit, like, a bit sloppy?
I haven't seen it either, and I don't dare to ask.
But out of professional instinct and responsibility for the case, they also followed the footsteps of the Kyoto police closely.
The group rushed all the way and finally stopped in a barren land covered with weeds.
The land seemed to have been forgotten by time, with overgrown weeds and thorns, exuding a sense of death and sadness.
An experienced officer from the Kyoto police looked around with a serious look in his eyes, then shouted to everyone, "It's right here! Dig!"
As the excavation work began, the scene was completely silent.
Only the sound of the shovel hitting the soil echoed in the air.
Every digging is like uncovering a long-buried painful memory.
When they dug three feet deep, someone suddenly shouted, "We've found something!"
Everyone's heart suddenly tightened and they gathered around.
Only some pale bones and skulls were exposed in the soil, looking particularly eerie and terrifying in the dim light of the setting sun.
Although they were mentally prepared, everyone still felt extremely heavy when they saw this scene.
After all the bones were dug out, the forensic doctor quickly put on gloves, walked forward and began to carefully examine the bones.
His movements were skillful and steady, his eyes focused and calm, and he did not miss any details.
Liu Hao's body was shaking violently, and tears were pouring out of his eyes like a flood.
He wanted to rush forward desperately, but was held back by the police officer from Kyoto.
He broke down and burst into tears, his cry was heart-wrenching, as if he wanted to vent all the pain and despair in his heart.
Liu Hao's body seemed to have been drained of all its strength, and he collapsed to the ground, his hands deeply buried in the soil, as if trying to grasp the warmth that had been gone for many years.
He yelled at the corpse at the top of his lungs: "Mom, Mom, Mom..."
The voice squeezed out from the depths of his broken soul, carrying endless pain, longing and despair, and echoed in the empty and lonely fields for a long time.
The leading police officer in Kyoto slowly squatted down. His movements were gentle and steady, as if he was comforting a wounded little animal.
He extended his broad, strong hand and gently patted Liu Hao's trembling shoulder. His voice was low and firm: "Don't worry, Xiao Liu, we will definitely find out the truth and make the murderer receive the punishment he deserves. Justice may be late, but it will never be absent."
Liu Hao raised his face, which was covered with tears and dirt, and looked straight into the police officer's firm and powerful eyes with his red and swollen eyes. He nodded vigorously.
Thanks to the police's swift and powerful actions, the police officers at the foot of the mountain quickly received the news and controlled Liu Hao's father and stepmother in a lightning speed.
When they arrived at the scene of the crime with the two men, the sky, which was originally clear and calm like a mirror, suddenly changed color, and a strong wind swept in without warning.
The strong wind was like an enraged prehistoric beast, ravaging the land with its fangs and claws, blowing everyone so hard that they could hardly stand.
Everyone's clothes were fluttering wildly in the strong wind. The sound was sharp and shrill, as if countless wronged souls were shouting in pain and roaring in anger, shaking the whole world.
"You two bitches, why did you want to hurt me? Why did you want to hurt me? My son, my Haohao, where is he?" A vague and ethereal voice, yet filled with endless resentment and unwillingness, suddenly sounded in the strong wind, as if it was a curse that penetrated straight from the depths of the endless darkness of hell.
The pain and resentment contained in that voice were like sharp ice knives, piercing straight into the hearts of everyone present, making everyone's scalp tingle, their hair stand on end, and a deep fear spreading from the bottom of their hearts.
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