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Chapter 240

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When the shutter was pressed, Lizi asked with confusion, "Sister Ren, what are you taking pictures of?"

Lizi really didn't know why Ren Ziling was still taking pictures at this time.

She was taking pictures of the villagers who were cleaning up the collapsed mud on the road.

I should be able to clear a path today, right?

"If you're bored, you can go to the village to have a walk."

Lizi pouted, "What's there to see? Not many people come out of the village."

The antidote had been handed out and according to Lui Chaosheng's instructions, it was diluted and injected into the infected villagers one by one. The infected villagers' bodies also began to gradually recover. But it needed a process, so most of them could only stay at home to recuperate.

They didn't leave immediately because according to Lui Chaosheng, the antidote was made by him without any doubt. He had been studying the formula but couldn't realize it.

Ma Houde felt that the formula made by the doctor was not careful enough. He was afraid that the virus in the village hadn't been completely cleared, so he contacted a medical team to quarantine the village temporarily. After checking and confirming that there were no loopholes, he considered letting Luoqiu and others leave.

So they stayed for a few more days.

"Hey, how do they transport the sand to the mountain?" Lizi watched the villagers put the sand and stones into the cart, but they didn't throw them into the sea or pile them up in the forest, "This … seems to be going up the Hear-The-Sea Cliff?"

Ren Ziling was still pressing the shutter. It seemed that only she knew what the lens was capturing.

She changed the angle and squatted down. While adjusting the wide-angle lens, she said, "Wu Qiushui said that after the discussion, the villagers planned to use the soil and stones to make a statue."

"A statue?"

"A statue of the Sea God's wife." Ren Ziling said indifferently, "It's for worship."

Lizi opened her mouth and raised her head, looking at the cliff. She stroked her hair which was blown by the sea breeze.

Suddenly, Lizi said, "Sister Ren, let me help you!"

"Don't say that you're hungry. You're doing me a big favor." Ren Ziling rolled her eyes.

"Don't be like this …" Lizi felt wronged.



"Ma Yi, according to Lui Chaosheng's confession, all the explosives that he used to blow up the cliff have been found. There should be nothing left."

Inside the small clinic, Ma Houde looked at the contents of the box. "These are all homemade explosives."

Ma Houde shook his head and sighed, "Lui Chaosheng is a talent. He researched the antidote by himself. Unfortunately, he took the wrong path. "

The young police officer nodded in agreement. He suddenly asked, "But Ma Yi, are we just going to let this go?"

"Other than the one who scared himself to death …" Ma Houde snorted coldly. "None of the infected people in this village died. The collective will of this village is not to pursue this matter … To be honest, if they pursue this matter to the end, I will also pursue what they did decades ago. Even if the time limit to pursue responsibility has passed, I will let the whole society spit on these people to death! "

"This … Ma Yi, calm down!" The young police officer wiped his cold sweat and said, "But this way, the procedure seems a bit …"

"This is called being flexible!"

Ma Houde snorted, "Learn from me! You! How can you! Young people, it's inevitable to make mistakes occasionally. But if they can repent, why don't we give them a chance? Do we have to kill them once and for all? We are law enforcers. But for whom do we enforce the law? If we don't give her a chance, who else can give her a chance to repent? The law is nothing more than human feelings. The existence of the law is to punish and restrain, but also to give the criminals a convenient door to start all over again. "

"Ma Yi, I understand!" The young police officer looked like he had learned something.

Ma Houde glared at him, "You know nothing! I'm going to retire soon, don't learn from me! Hurry up and take these things away! "

"I, I know!" The young police officer quickly carried the box and ran out.

Seeing the young police officer leaving in a hurry, Ma Yi sighed, "But only when the criminals are willing to open this door, it has the meaning of existence."

Ma Houde suddenly spat, looking at this small clinic, "Pooh! If they don't want to open it, I'll shoot them! "

With a beer belly, Officer Ma Ma Houde, who would retire in a few years, still had a hot temper.





In the lawn observation deck connected to the holiday house, Luoqiu was sitting on a wooden bench near the guardrail facing the sea. She lowered her head, drawing on the bench with a pen.

Beside her was a teapot and teacups. The servant girl was standing beside her.

This was what Lui Yiyun saw … Although she knew they came here together with Ren Ziling and Lizi, she also knew they seemed to be from different worlds.

Even though she had experienced the incident on the Hear-The-Sea Cliff, the little girl still had awe rather than gratitude when facing them.

The little girl hesitated, finally walking over, "Luo, Mr. Luo, You Ye, Miss. Ye."

"Do you want some snacks?" Luoqiu didn't raise her head, "You Ye made cookies, they taste good."

"No, no need, I'm not hungry." Lui Yiyun quickly waved her hands.

If she felt it was hard to get close to him when she received him a few days ago … then now it was a huge sense of oppression.

"I heard the boss's wife left?"

Lui Yiyun nodded, "Mom … she couldn't stay here any longer. Everyone in the village knows about her relationship with the village head. Last night, he left quietly and didn't take anything with him. My dad said he married her just to take care of me … Now, just let her go. She's at this age, she won't have a good life in the future. "

Luo Aiyu's question was Lui Hai's private matter. Luoqiu didn't have the interest to inquire further.

At this time, Luoqiu stopped, looking at Lui Yiyun, "You Ye attacked you twice that day, dispersing the foundation of the demon in you. And you also got rid of the demon in you. Basically, it won't relapse. But you'd better be careful, excessive pain may cause the demon in you to reignite. "

"I, I know."

Luoqiu smiled, "Are your wounds better?"

Lui Yiyun touched her belly subconsciously, "It's fine if I don't move."

"I see …" Luoqiu nodded, standing up and glancing at the little girl. He didn't say anything, but walked back to the holiday house.

The little girl looked at the things on the bench, saying, "Mr. Luo, you didn't take your things."

"Your grandpa asked me to give it to you, take it."

"Grandpa …"

The little girl gave a start, picking up the things on the bench subconsciously. It was a sketch on white paper.

In fact, it wasn't a simple white paper, but a yellowed drawing paper … It was one of the many drawing papers in her grandpa's room.

It was just that those paintings that only had a simple outline without a face had now become complete, and that was the appearance of the little girl.

On the drawing paper, there was a freshly picked blue star flower planted in the courtyard.

Lui Yiyun read the words beside the sketch silently … the words written by the mysterious man.

"The life span of blue star flower is only one day."

"The flowers seen every day are different from yesterday's. They are all new flowers."

"But their roots are still the same as yesterday's."

"Blooming again after decaying, death, new life, one day after another."

"So the blue star flower has a second language: Embrace the present."

Looking at the sea in front, the little girl hugged the blue star flower in her palm. She walked two steps forward, standing closer to the guardrail.

The little girl closed her eyes, holding the flower in her palm gently with her fingers closed, as if praying.

Then she hummed softly.

That was the song of the mysterious song that was recorded and put on the Internet. But this time, she didn't sing it, only humming the melody of the song.

There was no wonderful power to make people absent-minded. Maybe it was because there were no lyrics, or maybe it was because she couldn't sing those lyrics anymore.

But.

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