After Shu Yan returned to the hotel, he opened the contents of the USB flash drive, which was a video.

In the video, the night is sporadic, as if it is all-encompassing, hiding all taboos and darkness.

The warm Song family fell into silence in the dark night.

A figure sneaked away from all the cameras and headed towards the planned destination. He threw the firelight into the burning objects prepared in advance and watched the firelight grow.

That night, Song Yu was not at home, with only one caregiver and two elderly people.

This fire burned everything.

The caregiver disappeared and the old man died in the fire.

Looking at the raging fire in the video and the old man who couldn't even walk out of the fire, Shu Yan's tears fell one drop at a time.

"Son of a bitch!"

Her memory of the old man was already a little blurry. She only remembered that the old man's hand that touched her hair was very warm, even warmer than Mrs. Song's hand.

And the candies that were secretly thrust into her hands from time to time.

All vague memories are sweet.

But the sweeter it was, the more bitter and hateful it felt in Shu Yan's heart.

She clenched her palms, closed the video with trembling hands, and then pieced together the account book she had copied from Lin Shiheng and the account book Wen Rong gave her.

Perfect chain of evidence.

Intentional homicide, commercial crime.

Enough to make Shu Changting die without a burial place!

With determination in his eyes, Shu Yan packed up everything and sent it to Wen Rong, along with the words, "I want him to get the punishment he deserves."

After doing these things, Shu Yan turned his back to the sky and lay on the bed in trance.

It seems that I have thought about a lot, but also seems not to think about anything. I just feel very tired of living.

Drowsily, Shu Yan fell asleep. In her dream, she was surrounded by endless snowflakes. The cold snowflakes fell on her hair, shoulders, and hands.

She saw that she was shaking, her face was pale, but her eyes were full of life.

"Don't sleep, don't sleep. I don't want you to sleep. Wake up. I will definitely take you out alive. You believe me. Okay, please don't sleep."

Shu Yan looked at the hopeful girl and suddenly lowered his head and slapped someone on the face.

That person's face was blurry, his face covered by the wind and snow. Just looking at his figure, he seemed to be a man.

Shu Yan felt curious and strange at the same time.

Why is she here? Why do you have to take this person out alive? Will two people die?

Shu Yan was like a bystander, watching the girl in the dream desperately dragging this man who seemed to be heavier than her, walking and walking, as if he was going to the end of his life.

"boom--"

Suddenly, the snow above the head hummed like a startled bird or beast.

Shu Yan subconsciously looked up and saw the snow pouring down from the sky. As soon as the word avalanche came to her mind, she was frightened and woke up.

The moment she opened her eyes, Shu Yan seemed to have not recovered yet. She was breathing heavily, and the shock was still in her eyes.

But when she came back to her senses, she frowned again. The scene in her dream seemed to be retreated, bit by bit hidden in the depths of her memory.

Half a cent can't be found.

"I just felt like I had a nightmare?"

Shu Yan frowned, thinking that he might have been under too much pressure recently, so he had nightmares.

She looked down at the time and saw that it was past dinner time, but she had no appetite.