The kidnapping case of Xia Bing and the murder case of Niu Xiaojie and his son involved were solved one after another.

Under Yan Ruyu's persuasion, Wu Cuo took two days off. He had been working for nearly 10 days in a row. During the 10 days, he would crouch on the office sofa and sleep for a while when he was sleepy. Sometimes he didn't even bother to brush his teeth and wash his face, let alone take a shower.

In Yan Ruyu's words, "You are almost growing mushrooms!"

After going home and taking a shower, I spent the whole day eating, sleeping, and eating, and finally got my sleep back. When Wu Cuo got up the next morning, Yan Ruyu had already bought a bag of paper money, incense, candles and other memorial supplies.

Wu Cuo slapped his forehead, "Oh, why did I forget about visiting the grave?"

"It's okay, your father and mother are both policemen, I understand that you are busy with work." Yan Ruyu sat in front of the computer and comforted her indifferently.

Wu Cuo quickly put on his clothes and washed up. After 5 minutes, he packed up and stopped, and was about to go out with a fried dough stick in his mouth.

"I'll go, are your toothbrush clean? Brush it again, smell it, smell it, since you moved in, the house has been smelly. Can you live this life? If you are so ungrateful, just move it out..." Yan Ruyu glanced at Wu Cuo with contempt.

"As for it? Old Yan, can your mouth be a little more poisonous?"

"Yeah, I dare to contradict the second landlord, be careful I'll drive you out!"

"I'll accept it, I'll wash it again, okay?"

After Wu Cuo entered the bathroom, Yan Ruyu smiled at the computer monitor with a conspiracy.

Through the microphone, he said to the people who were fighting in teams: "I've agreed that this is my last move. Let's fight quickly and push the ground quickly."

20 minutes later, the two went out and drove to the Beijiao Cemetery.

The car left the downtown area, and Wu Cuo said to Yan Ruyu, who was sitting in the passenger seat, and said, "I have always wanted to ask you, what did you say to Niu Sujie that day? Why did he cooperate with vomiting later?"

"Simply, I just mentioned his grandparents in his hometown. As long as he still has concerns, he doesn't want to die."

"Tsk tsk tsk, why didn't I expect such a simple method?"

"You're stupid."

"I'll go! Lao Yan, you are so unkind! I finally had a day off and was hit by you when I woke up early in the morning. Why would you let me go to work!"

Yan Ruyu shrugged, "Did you know me the day before?"

Beisu Cemetery.

In fact, there are three stretching hills, with many pine and cypress planted around them.

The tombs of Yan Ruyu and Wu Cuo’s parents are at the closest location. There are basically old graves there, not as gorgeous and exquisite as new graves, but much spacious.

20 years ago, there was basically no one to take care of funeral land. A grave can occupy more than ten square meters. Unlike now, a cemetery of one or two square meters can often cost more than 100,000 yuan. Moreover, the cemetery is next to the cemetery, just like a tube building decades ago, and you can't afford to die!

Yan Ruyu and Wu Cuo drove into the cemetery and drove for nearly 20 minutes before they found their parents' grave.

The two of them died in the same fire. The burial work was arranged uniformly by the city hall, so the graves were also next to each other.

The two got off the car and saw two bouquets of fresh flowers in front of the tomb at a glance, and were quite puzzled.

Someone came to sweep the grave?

Who will it be?

The two looked at each other and felt strange. Such things had never happened in 20 years. Their parents had long been forgotten by relatives and friends, otherwise they would not have been to orphanages when they were young.

Wu Cuo strides to the grave and holds up the bouquet.

"It's very fresh, it must have just been put here."

Yan Ruyu immediately looked around, but there was no way to see people.

“Is there any information about the flower shop?”

"No, but there is a card."

Yan Ruyu came forward and Wu Cuo opened the card.

Old friend Cao Yaohua

Gift

Just a few words.

Yan Ruyu opened the card on the bouquet in front of her parents' grave, and the same words were the same.

"Cao Yaohua, do you know this person?" Wu Cuo asked.

"I have an impression, but it's been a long time ago. It seems...where have you seen this name?" Yan Ruyu closed her eyes and frowned.

"It should be a common friend of our parents. Could it be a policeman too?... It's strange, why don't I have any impression of it..."

Wu Cuo whispered to remind him, Yan Ruyu waved his hand, and he quickly stopped and shut up.

"Cao Yaohua...Cao Yaohua..."

The box of memory came, and countless sporadic scenes flashed through Yan Ruyu's mind.

Some of the pictures are already very blurry, like old yellowed photos.

Among them, there were colleagues and friends who came to their homes to be passers-by during their lifetime... None of these people were named Cao Yaohua.

Yan Ruyu expanded the search range of memory, and countless faces flashed by, including the young milk station workers who delivered milk to their homes when they were young, and the old man who sold popsicles at the entrance of the alley... Cao Yaohua... Cao Yaohua... These people are not called Cao Yaohua...

Where have you seen this name?

Suddenly, in the corner of memory, a vague scene caught Yan Ruyu's attention.

A cemetery.

It's just around the corner.

It was the Qingming Festival of the first year after his parents' death. The Public Security Bureau held a ceremony to mourn martyrs to visit the tombs of the martyrs and heroes, including the tombs of Yan Ruyu and Wu Cuo's parents.

Yan Ruyu and Wu Cuo, as families of martyrs, were also brought over from the orphanage.

The lengthy memorial service was extremely boring. Yan Ruyu was at the age of jumping up and down and could not stand it, so she quietly got out of the crowd and started playing in the cemetery.

Soon he discovered a little boy of his age.

The little boy came with his mother. The mother stood in front of a tomb wiping her tears. Although the little boy did not cry, he was obediently by his mother's side.

Maybe he came to see his father. Yan Ruyu thought so and leaned over to the little boy.

The two children looked at me and I looked at you, but they refused to speak.

The little boy's mother also noticed Yan Ruyu. She touched her tears and asked, "Which child is this? Why are you playing in the cemetery?"

Yan Ruyu pointed to his parents' grave not far away, where there was a group of people in police uniforms mourning, which was in chaos, adding some liveliness to Xiao Suo's grave, which was very strange."

"Are you a policeman's kid?" the woman asked.

Yan Ruyu nodded.

The woman spat at Yan Ruyu viciously, picked up her child and left.

"The police don't have a good thing!"

Yan Ruyu was both aggrieved and sad. Why did strangers treat him like this? Why did he slander his parents?

He paid special attention to the tomb that woman mourned. At that time, Yan Ruyu didn't recognize the words, but the appearance of the tombstone and the words on the stele were printed in his memory.

Now that it is ringing, isn’t the name on the tombstone Cao Yaohua?

Yan Ruyu suddenly opened her eyes and searched around.

Wu Cuo didn't understand why, but didn't ask too much, just followed closely.

Soon, the tombstone was found.

After 20 years of wind and rain, there have been tiny cracks on the tombstone, and a small piece of the corner of the monument has fallen, but the words on it can still be seen clearly.

The tomb of my husband Cao Yaohua

August 1951 - February 1997

The words on the tombstone are simple.

There is also a bouquet of fresh flowers in front of the tomb. The three bouquets are in the same style, which is exactly the same, which is enough to show that it was given by the same person.

"This Cao Yaohua... knows our parents?" Wu Cuo asked.

"I don't know." Yan Ruyu shook her head, "But, the flower must not be given to her by the dead."

"What's the meaning?"

"I think it's fake to send flowers, and let's notice that Cao Yaohua is real.

The person who sends flowers may know our parents and also has some relationship with Cao Yaohua. The question is, what is their relationship?"

Yan Ruyu surrounded Cao Yaohua's grave and smiled, "I can only take the risk and try it."
Chapter completed!