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When Qiu Cang and others rushed to the hospital, Han Xiao was rescued in the operating room.

Tian Rui sat down at the door, her legs trembling unceasingly, his hands wiped sweat on his pants anxiously, still muttering in his mouth. She listened to the sound of different rhythms of footsteps approaching, and raised her head. After seeing how many people they were, her hollow eyes widened and swayed towards them.

"Why! How could this be? What happened to my mother!"

Tian Rui staggered halfway, fell to his knees, unable to get up.

The firmament bends down to help her, she waved her arms, as if grabbing a life-saving driftwood, holding her fiercely, without looking at who was in front of her.

"It would be great if I didn't ask you to investigate. Who can return my mother to me? You must have made a mistake, it's impossible..."

Tian Rui gasped for several breaths and told them with shrill crying, tears streaming down like a bank, muzzling her face.

"Ah...why? It's all my fault, did she commit suicide because she was so disappointed in me? How could I do this..."

The whispered hoarse squeaked hard from her throat.

The firmament squatted down and let her vent on her shoulders. Put one hand on her back, giving her some useless comfort.

As for language, in the huge and barren vocabulary of human beings, it seems that there is not a word that can effectively relieve sorrow, and at most it is just a "sorrow".

The cry of mourning and bitterness passed through the long narrow aisle, mixed in the dull air. The trembling sound was like a rough wood saw, cutting back and forth in the hearts of several people, leaving behind a piece of debris that was difficult to clean.

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The small balcony at the end of the walkway.

The firmament and He Chuanzhou stood side by side in the light and shadow, watching the slanting wind and drizzle sweeping by, and thick dark clouds covering the noon sun. They stood for a long time, their gaze fell on Miao Miao's Danshan, and no one spoke.

The coolness of the rain penetrated the coat and pierced the skin. The firmament moved, put his cold hand in his pocket, and asked softly: "You said, is there really someone who can control their target with such precision and choose to commit suicide, or is Han Xiao just having an accident because of excessive pressure? ."

He Chuanzhou said in a deep voice, "I don't know."

"If it's just an accident..." Qiu Cang smiled coldly, and said sarcastically, "It's really a coincidence of fate."

Han Xiao forced Tian Zhaohua to be killed in a car accident. Years later, she was indirectly injured in the car accident because of Tian Zhaohua.

If this is a novel, then she can be said to have followed the dramatic response of karma perfectly, and can leave the scene with peace of mind after finishing the plot.

But are there really so many coincidences? The firmament's intuition still told her that it was wrong.

"Her vehicle..."

He Chuanzhou took the topic knowingly: "I will conduct a careful inspection to see if there is any man-made damage. Han Xiao will also be tested for toxicology to confirm whether she has taken bad drugs before departure, which affects her judgment."

The firmament turned sideways, facing He Chuanzhou. The tight muscular lines of her face made her cold and arrogant temperament even stronger. She asked again: "Is there really only one call on her mobile phone?"

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