Tian Youting had seen many criminals try to deny it and speak crafty words to escape, but it was the first time for Mo Xiaoran to be so calm and collected. Could it be that she was not the one who killed people? Seeing Mo Xiaoran elegantly sitting there, Tian Youting felt that it was impossible.

Mu Chongya looked solemn as he looked at Mo Xiaoran, his fingers slowly tapping on the table, he remained silent for a while before speaking: "Since you have nothing to say, then we will bring up a murder complaint against you based on the information in our hands, and tomorrow we will notify your lawyer to come over, you can defend yourself."

Mo Xiaoran stood up and walked to the door. Without saying a word, the strong man's voice came from behind her, "My name is Mu Chongya, and you can tell your lawyer that Xiao Family cannot protect you this time." Actually, she should have told Mo Xiaoran his name and position before the interrogation. Mu Chongya had purposely delayed until the end to tell her his name and position.

Mo Xiaoran stood in front of the door and asked: "Mu Chongya, why do I need to protect my life, not do anything bad, and not be afraid of ghosts knocking at my door, you should go back and tell that mysterious and precious witness to look at the window before you go to sleep, and don't float to her window."

Tian Youting stood up, and half carried Mo Xiaoran back to her previous residence. In the hallway, he spoke a few words behind Mo Xiaoran in a low voice, causing Mo Xiaoran's footsteps to slow down a bit, and then continued walking as if he did not hear anything.

In the interrogation room, the policewoman tidied up the documents and handed them over to Mu Chongya: "Leader, this prisoner has a strong mouth."

"The iron evidence is like a mountain." Mu Chongya took the written statement and read it carefully. His gaze swept past every single one of Mo Xiaoran's words, and in the end, handed the written note back to the policewoman and said. "Copy three, and put one on my desk. Mu Chongya paused, his hand gently patted the policewoman's shoulder, and his words became gentle: "Thank you, Xiao Mu."

The policewoman, who was called Xiao Mu, immediately blushed red. Her expression became a little more bashful as she said, "It's not hard on you."

When Mu Chongya left, the tall and straight figure disappeared at the door, the Xiao Mu was still standing there absentmindedly reminiscing about the big hand on his shoulder just now. She was secretly in love with him, and the entire police station knew that she treated him well, both openly and covertly, and everyone took it out to tease her occasionally. However, he did not say anything, and maintained his relationship with her.

That night, Mo Xiaoran lost sleep. Her strong composure in front of Mu Chongya exhausted her energy, and she couldn't understand why the things she had lost would appear on the corpses of her dead bodies for six years. What happened then?

Mo Xiaoran lied there quietly, looking like she was asleep, but her mind did not stop moving, she had a headache thinking about it, and in the end, fell into a deep slumber in the light of day, the nightmare continued to haunt her. Han Qiaoying who was covered in blood and the faceless figure chased after her, grabbing at her leg with its sharp fingers.

Mu Chongya had not slept at all, he looked at Mo Xiaoran in the house, he knew that it was against the rules, but he wanted to know if Mo Xiaoran and Xiao Menghan had become like Xiao Menghan, staying in the city to be police leaders, waiting for the time to mature. He had been waiting for this, and this chance was given to Mu Family by Xiao Menghan.

Xiao Yuelin had also not slept the entire night, and at dawn, he wearily rubbed the center of his brows. Xiao Zhenhai and Xiao Aoyou still had not come back, and the news that he had sent people to bring back was not good. Xiao Yuelin had thought of a lot of ways to save Mo Xiaoran, but he was still unable to.

If it really was Mo Xiaoran who did it six years ago, Xiao Yuelin knew that even if he could save them, he wouldn't have.

Yang Ziying woke up early in the morning and touched his cold bed, knowing that Xiao Yuelin had not come back for the entire night.

After drinking a cup of warm milk, Yang Ziying took it to the study room. Looking at his husband whose eyes were bloodshot, Yang Ziying sighed: "Are you still worrying about Xiao Yan?"

Xiao Yuelin drank a mouthful of milk. His stomach felt uncomfortable, it had been a habit to be busy in the past, so his stomach wasn't too well nourished.

He closed his eyes and enjoyed his wife's hands massaging his shoulders. He slowly said, "Yes, this is a little tricky, we can't get in contact with Xiao Ran. Whether she did it or not, the evidence is against her."

Yang Ziying's hand stopped, and continued to massage Xiao Yuelin's shoulders: We have met Xiao Ri before, she is not like someone who knows how to do this kind of thing. Her personality, her heart that is as clear as glass, if we accidentally killed her, we would have immediately turned ourselves in, how would we know this much?

Xiao Yuelin laughed, opening his eyes and looking at the door of the study in front of him.

Looks like the Mu Family wanted to take this opportunity to suppress the Xiao Family. All these years, the Mu Family had been obediently waiting for Xiao Zhenhai's chance to recuperate.

Xiao Yuelin sighed, he felt that the Mu Family knew Xiao Menghan's secret, and had always been afraid of him. If he let them know that Xiao Zhenhai and Xiao Aoyou were to know that Xiao Zhenhai was the same as Xiao MengHa, the Mu Family would probably kill them all.

Xiao Yuelin knew that an even fiercer storm was waiting for him here. He turned around to look at his wife, patted her hand, and pulled her in front of him so that she could sit on his lap.

"I'm already an old couple, and the door is still open." Yang Ziying said this, but she still sat on his lap according to her husband. She raised her fingers and gently rubbed between Xiao Yuelin's eyebrows, she felt that her husband's hard work over the years, for the sake of her son, the husband had two shoulders, doing everything with utmost care and meticulous care, Yang Ziying felt uncomfortable in her heart, but she knew that this was not the time to say words that would dishearten him and drag him down.

Xiao Yuelin worked hard for a long time and only said a few words in the end, "Everything will be fine."

"I believe you." Yang Ziying rested her head on Xiao Yuelin's shoulder, her fingers caressing her husband's wrinkled eyes, no matter if the road ahead was rugged or bumpy, she would still accompany him.

To be able to weather for so many years, she did not lose out on the pain and suffering that she deserved.

That early morning in the study was very quiet. A pair of snuggling figures quietly enjoyed the calm before the rain and wind in the sunlight. They both knew and understood what would happen next.

Half a lifetime of experience had made them not be surprised. Sitting in front of a court with flowers blooming, perhaps the only thing that could affect their nerves was the newborn little bloodline of the Xiao Family.

The news that came back after lawyer Liang went to see Mo Xiaoran was very bad, and every piece of evidence was detrimental to Mo Xiaoran, yet Mo Xiaoran could not think of what was going on, as her things were all in the hands of the dead Han Qiaoying.