It's already 2026, how can we still talk about having many children and having many blessings?

Chen Mo and Lu Chen arrived at the Ningda faculty dormitory.

The person who answered was indeed a police officer from the Municipal Public Security Bureau, and he was even in charge of logistics.

The leader was a female police officer in her forties, with a kind face and gentle eyes. She was wearing a police uniform with a high rank on her shoulder insignia.

She was followed by a man and a woman, both dressed casually.

"Comrade Jiang Xue, we are from the Municipal Bureau."

The female police officer showed her identification. "My name is Zhou Hui, deputy director of the Political Department of the Municipal Public Security Bureau."

Jiang Xue stood up. "Director Zhou, it's so late, is there anything I can help you with?"

Zhou Hui looked at her, her eyes suddenly reddened, her lips moved, but the words stuck in her throat.

She just finished her postpartum confinement period... How am I supposed to tell her about Zhang Yan's sacrifice...?

[Zhang Yan, Zhang Yan, you have such a beautiful wife at home, just out of postpartum confinement, why are you working so hard...]

Chen Mo's heart sank.

My fears came true.

Damn it! Zhang Yan, do you know that Teacher Jiang is still waiting for you to come back and get a divorce?

Once you're divorced, you'll have no more burdens and can focus on your career.

As for Teacher Jiang and the children, do you think I would let them go hungry?

Damn it, I told you to come and work with me, but you wouldn't. With your status, I can't even give you money if I want to. What am I supposed to do?

You can come and be an undercover agent, that's fine too.

Zhou Hui took a deep breath, her voice trembling.

"Comrade Jiang Xue, on behalf of the Municipal Bureau, I am hereby formally informing you that this afternoon, Comrade Zhang Yan was shot by criminals while carrying out a border arrest mission in Fanggang City. He was seriously wounded and died heroically despite all efforts to save him."

Jiang Xue was stunned, her whole body stiffened, and she sat on the sofa holding her child, staring blankly out the window.

It's as if I didn't hear it, or perhaps I didn't want to hear it.

Zhao Siman exclaimed in surprise, "How could this happen? His colleague called at noon..."

"At that time, Zhang Yan had already been shot. On the way to the hospital, he asked his colleague Zhao Da to make a phone call... He spent the whole afternoon being treated at Fanggang People's Hospital, but ultimately he couldn't make it..."

Zhou Hui couldn't continue speaking and turned away to wipe her tears.

The young policewoman behind him also had tears in her eyes.

Jiang Xue still did not react.

Zhao Siman walked over, wanting to hug her, but dared not move.

"Teacher Jiang...please cry..." Zhao Siman's voice trembled.

Jiang Xue did not cry.

"I understand." She appeared calm, but her voice trembled. "Where...is he now? Can I go see him?"

Zhou Hui nodded. "You're at the Ningcheng Funeral Home, where they're preparing your body. We'll send someone to pick you up tomorrow morning. Get a good night's sleep tonight. Don't worry, we'll always be here for you. The organization will take care of everything."

"it is good."

Jiang Xue stood up and handed Yueyue to Zhao Siman.

"Siman, give me a hug."

Zhao Siman took the child, her eyes red and swollen, but she didn't dare to say a word.

Jiang Xue went into the bedroom and closed the door.

He used his X-ray vision to see Jiang Xue lying on the bed, covering her face with a pillow.

[Ding dong. 】

[The system detected that the offspring's biological mother, Jiang Xue, is experiencing extreme grief, which is severely affecting the quality of breastfeeding and endangering the offspring's health. It is recommended that the host immediately provide effective comfort and emotional support...]

Damn! Her husband died, how am I supposed to comfort her?

Zhou Hui sighed and looked at Chen Mo, "Are you Zhang Yan's friend?"

"Yes, he's also Teacher Jiang's student."

"Then please keep an eye on her. Things are most likely to happen at times like this. If anything happens, please call us. We'll be downstairs tonight."

"Know."

Throughout the night, Chen Mo and Zhao Siman did not offer any words of comfort.

At this point, any language is futile.

Jiang Xue needs to bear it herself and get through it on her own.

All they could do was quietly stay by their side and offer help.

……

The next few days were spent preparing for the memorial service.

Zhang Yan's memorial service was held in a small hall of Ningcheng Funeral Home.

Because the cause of the sacrifice involves border drug trafficking and human trafficking cases, it is not appropriate to disclose it to avoid targeting the family.

Zhang Yan is an orphan. Most of the people who came were leaders and colleagues from the Municipal Bureau, as well as a few of Zhang Yan's old comrades-in-arms from the army.

The venue was simply decorated with black gauze drapes and a portrait of Zhang Yan in the center.

In the photo, he is still wearing his police uniform, smiling broadly and showing off his white teeth.

Chen Mo stood at the back of the crowd, wearing a dark jacket, watching the eulogy, the moment of silence, the bows on stage…

The process was very standard: the leader read a eulogy, colleagues recalled his life, everyone observed a moment of silence, and finally, there was a flower offering ceremony.

As he walked over to offer the flowers, he sensed several people staring at him, with words above their heads.

[Is he Chen Mo? A suspect highly suspected of being involved in the deaths of Zhao Yifei and Huang Xianshan?]

[He seems quite ordinary... Is the Ningcheng Night Watch really related to him?]

He remained calm and observed secretly.

There were two men and one woman.

One was a young man in his thirties with a buzz cut and sharp eyes.

A woman in her early thirties, with short hair, a cool and aloof face, and sharp eyes, as if she was used to scrutinizing others.

There was also a middle-aged man in his fifties, wearing frameless glasses, standing between the two young people, as if he were the leader.

Chen Mo walked over expressionlessly, placed the white flowers in front of Zhang Yan's portrait, and bowed.

Sudden.

[Ding dong. 】

He paused for a moment, and a message popped up in the system.

[Biological mother of the child: Ye Qingning, 32 years old...]

[Offspring's gender: Male.]

[Date of birth: February 8th.]

This…

Where will I meet my eighth mother?

He returned to his original position.

Open the offspring map.

Holy crap! How did I end up in Kyoto?

No, it's only a month old. Why aren't you in Kyoto taking care of the baby? What brings you here?

Following the system's instructions, he looked at the short-haired woman.

She is Ye Qingning.

Is the child's mother a police officer?

Could it be the criminal investigation expert that Zhang Yan mentioned, transferred from Kyoto?

He kept a straight expression, as if nothing had happened.

At that moment, a man walked up to him.

It was Zhao Da, Zhang Yan's colleague, who had attended Yueyue's one-month celebration.

Zhao Da's eyes were red-rimmed, and his mouth moved, but he couldn't say anything.

Chen Mo, however, read the text above his head.

[Fuck you... Brother Yan is a bastard... I told him to back down, but he said if he did, the guy would escape across the border, making it even harder to catch him... He forced his way in... They caught the guy... but he got shot too...]

"Brother Yan, it's my fault... I failed to keep up... Damn it, I'd rather be the one who died..."

Zhao Da took a deep breath and looked at Chen Mo, "Brother Chen Mo... you and your wife are your wife's students, right? Could you... perhaps take better care of her?"

Chen Mo nodded. "Recently, Si Man and I have been taking care of Teacher Jiang and Brother Yan's child, so don't worry."

"That's good..."

[Hey, why is he a suspect? If Brother Yan hadn't refused to go undercover, he wouldn't have been sent out...]

He's Yan Ge's brother and also his sister-in-law's student; he's supposed to take care of her... We still need to investigate him...

Chen Mo felt a tightness and pressure in his chest.

Damn it, is this a cycle of cause and effect?

Damn! People like Zhao Yifei are still living perfectly well.

Why should Zhang Yan be buried with him after he dies?

But he knew that Zhang Yan's death was the result of many factors working together.

The biggest factor is Zhang Yan himself.

He was just wondering if things would have turned out differently if he hadn't gone to the hospital to donate and hadn't been there for them.

The same applies to Xiang Nan, and also to Zhang Yan.

He lowered his voice and asked Zhao Da, "Brother Da, who's that beautiful woman over there? Is she also from the Municipal Public Security Bureau?"

Zhao Da followed his gaze and glanced at him.

Should I tell him that Ye Qingning is a criminal psychology expert from Kyoto who came specifically to investigate him?

He hesitated for a moment before speaking, "Not from the Municipal Bureau, but from Kyoto, a well-known criminal investigation expert, specializing in psychological profiling, and here specifically for the murder cases of Zhao Yifei and Huang Xianshan."

Chen Mo nodded, his expression unchanged.

But my mind was in turmoil.

Holy crap! It really is my child's mother checking up on me?

How did you, a native of Kyoto, come to Ningcheng to conceive?