"Tell me about your mother, Jiang Yuan." The policeman pulled a chair aside and sat down, his eyes never leaving Jiang Yuan.
Jiang Yuan put his hands together on the table, his delicate face was a little pale, and his eyes were red because he had been crying for a long time, "She is my mother, what can I say, I love her, she is perfect, but she is not a good cook, other than that she is good."
The policeman stared at Jiang Yuan seriously and nodded from time to time.
Jiang Yuan looked at the policeman's face and was stunned for a few seconds, as if he remembered something, and then fell into deep thought, his brows raised unconsciously.
The policeman had no reason to think that maybe he was overthinking it, but he always felt that Ms. Li's death had something to do with the child in front of him who was crying from time to time.
Even though the kid is only 14 years old.
Intent: Chasing light is the instinct of everyone living in darkness