Han Muxue took out the special bird-shaped logo with metallic luster from his pocket.

Ling Ziyue was stunned.

He really didn't know what it was.

This shape is quite unique. It is a long-billed bird with its wings spread out, trying hard to ruffle the hair on its chest.

Han Muxue looked around, walked to the giant art photo frame of her, slowly took down the painting, and finally exposed the empty sunken part.

She didn't pay attention to it in the past. In fact, on this pale pink wall, a person's profile was lightly outlined with a pencil. Upon closer inspection, a few strokes could depict the person's charm. And the outline of this person, she

Very familiar, it is my mother Bai Luomei.

Her tears once again burst into tears. After so many years, she had not even saved a decent photo of her mother. Her mother's appearance only stayed in her mind, gradually turning yellow and no longer clear.

Unexpectedly, we would be able to see each other again after so many years, and it was thanks to Han Muxue.

"Mom~"

She couldn't help but sob softly, closed her eyes, and tried her best to stick to this faint outline. Even though this wall was essentially cold, she imagined that it was her mother's warm embrace.

Ling Ziyue, who was standing behind him, felt sour in his heart when she tremblingly and restrainedly called out the longed-for "Mom". He finally understood why she had been unable to treat her mother who had always been very good to her.

The future mother-in-law called out "Mom" because this "Mom" was too heavy for her. For her, this "Mom" was a wound that had always been in her heart and could not be touched.

"Look, mom is smiling in the sky. She has always been by your side to protect you, and she has never left you, right?"

"Well, my mother has been watching me from the sky."

With tears streaming down her face, Han Muxue threw herself into the arms of the gentle Ling Ziyue behind her.

"Okay, stop crying, little crybaby. Mom doesn't like to see tears. She must like strong children, right?"

Ling Ziyue's tone was clearly meant to coax the child. Han Muxue had long understood the indifference and cruelty of the human world and did not believe these lies at all. But when it came out of Ling Ziyue's mouth, she believed it.

"Well, you are right, mothers like strong children."

"Okay, okay, don't cry anymore. The little kitten with a crying face is so pitiful."

Ling Ziyue used the tissue in the room to wipe her tears as if she were taking care of her daughter, clumsily.

"In the future, if you want to cry, you must come to me. Don't hide and grieve alone, let alone find other men."

"What are you talking about? What do you mean not to find other men?"

Han Muxue was made to cry and laugh at the same time by his magical brain circuit.

"You are so cute and heart-wrenching when you cry. What man wouldn't like it? Anyway, I don't want you to show your fragile side to other men, especially the one named Yan."

"Are you still jealous at this time? Ling Ziyue, are you a human?"

"Promise me! Otherwise I will file a complaint with our mother right now."

"What? How do you want to complain?"

Han Muxue was amused, but she wanted to see how Ling Ziyue complained.

"You will be fined if you don't eat the toast, right?"

He glanced sideways at Han Muxue, straightened his sleeves, and knelt down on the spot facing the wall.

"Mom, Chu Chu bullied me! Not only did she not give me a status, she also went to find another man. How can I live my life as your son-in-law!"

"Ling Ziyue, you are really enough, you are playing tricks on the wall!"

"Get up quickly!"

Han Muxue went to help him.

Ling Zi stayed still, grabbed her hand, and stared at her seriously with a pair of deep eyes.

"Are you not sad?"

"I'm not sad anymore, thank you, my sweetheart."

She wrapped her arms around her waist and protected Ling Ziyue from behind, feeling very secure, pressing her cheek tightly against his broad back.

Ling Zi turned his head to the side and tried to press her head against Han Muxue's, and also stretched out his arms to hug her.

"Shall we get the certificate in China? Okay?"

"Have you figured it out?"

Ling Ziyue never expected that Han Muxue could change so quickly.

"Forget it in China. Once you get the certificate, the news will spread too fast, which is detrimental to your current development."

"Aren't you a great public relations person? Besides, if we go to get the collection in April, if the news really leaks by then, people won't believe it. How about April 2? I checked the last day before Tomb Sweeping Day at the Clearance Bureau.

I have to go to work, and it is also an auspicious day, which is considered a rare good day in April, so I can marry you."

The corners of Ling Ziyue's mouth began to twitch violently.

He really regretted his original unintentional suggestion.

He just said it casually. Who would have thought that his wife, who pursues innovation and does not take the ordinary path, would dare to do this.

"Are you a little hasty? Why don't you pick a good day and I'll go and secure the relationship and I'll make sure not to let any news come out. Wife, you trust me!"

Ling Ziyue became more decisive.

Marriage is a major event and should not be taken lightly.

"Actually, I don't mind. Young people, don't be so feudal."

"This has nothing to do with feudalism. I am mainly afraid that if I send the chrysanthemums for your mother's grave and the roses for your wedding anniversary to the wrong person, then there will really be no peace in the underworld and the earth."

"Do you think it's fun to be clever like this?"

"You were the first to tell me a bad joke."

"Oh, if you start driving, Wen You will have less than three minutes."

The two quarreled and refused to give in to each other.

Han Muxue muttered, stretched out her hand to push Ling Ziyue, put the strange-shaped logo in her hand back into the inlaid pattern where it belonged, and then turned it gently. As expected, the original logo was not visible at all.

The cabinet, which had undergone special treatment and was almost integrated into the wall, was opened. Apart from an old photo album, the only thing inside was a 16cm-long small hammer with a round handle that shone coldly.

The handles are all made of metal, and the powerful head is like a large metal weight, which still has some weight in your hand.

"do not move!"

Ling Ziyue's first reaction was that this was the real murder weapon. It was exactly the same as the one on the murder weapon simulation diagram sent to him by Team Ji at that time, almost as if it was a one-to-one replica.

It's dark under the lamp. This is it.

"How do you know the murder weapon is inside?"

Ling Ziyue frowned and took out a few tissues, then wrapped the suspicious boning knife very carefully.

Han Muxue understood that he was extracting evidence, and after looking around for a long time, she remembered that there were a lot of plastic bags in the closet, so she took one, unfolded it, and filled Ling Ziyue with physical evidence.

"I don't know, but when I was in the church that day, I remembered that there was such a place with a hidden cabinet. I wanted to come back and try it out, but it actually opened."

"Xiao Liyun actually hid the murder weapon in this room?"

"He may be more familiar with this room than you are."
Chapter completed!