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Chang Shengli was about to reach out and continue hitting when Shen Qingzhou stopped him.

"Stop knocking, just go in."

As he spoke, before Chang Shengli could say anything, he pushed him aside, grabbed the doorknob, and gently pushed it in, opening the door.

"Isn't the door locked?"

Chang Shengli was somewhat surprised. He glanced down at the lock but didn't ask any more questions. He followed Shen Qingzhou inside.

Then, he also smelled the stench, and his expression changed slightly.

He was a veteran detective, so how could he not tell what the smell was?

This was a very ordinary two-bedroom apartment. Chang Shengli walked directly towards the room that emitted the stench, while Shen Qingzhou walked directly towards the table in the living room.

There was a cell phone and an account book on it.

The phone belonged to Accountant Jiang. It was unlocked and the battery was low. When I turned it on, I saw several missed calls, all from him.

He put his phone aside, opened the ledger, and found it filled with detailed records of all the welfare home's accounts. In addition, there were two letters, one addressed to him and the other to Grandma Song.

Shen Qingzhou picked up the letter written to herself, glanced at the cover, but did not open it immediately.

At this moment, Chang Shengli came out of the room, looking somewhat calm, and said, "The person is gone."

Although he had already guessed this outcome, Chang Shengli still couldn't hide a trace of sadness.

He used to visit the welfare home often and had dealt with Accountant Jiang a few times. He felt that she was a very good and gentle woman, but he never expected her to end up like this.

"I'll go take a look." Shen Qingzhou put the letter back into the account book.

"What's so interesting about a dead body? Besides, it's already rotting." Chang Shengli tried to stop Shen Qingzhou.

"Let's take a look anyway. I'm not afraid to tell you, but when I was little, I imagined her as my mother and wanted to call her 'Mom'."

Shen Qingzhou was smiling when he said this, but Chang Shengli looked at him with cold eyes, devoid of any emotion, like a venomous snake, making him extremely uncomfortable, and all the words of comfort he wanted to say got stuck in his throat.

Shen Qingzhou walked straight into the room. The room was very clean and tidy, with almost no furnishings. There was a bed against the wall, covered with a mosquito net, and a few flies were crawling on the mosquito net.

Shen Qingzhou walked over and lifted the mosquito net, startling the flies into flight, which buzzed loudly.

Shen Qingzhou looked at the person on the bed. Although the body was already decomposed, she could still see the familiar face. It was a gentle-looking old woman who was lying on the bed with a peaceful expression, as if she were asleep.

Shen Qingzhou only glanced at her before his gaze fell on her gray hair. This was different from what Shen Qingzhou remembered. He remembered that even though Jiang Cuiping was old, she didn't have much gray hair.

However, Shen Qingzhou didn't dwell on these things and reached out to pluck a small tuft of hair from Jiang Cuiping's head.

Then he lowered the mosquito net, looked around the room, but did not see Jiang Cuiping's soul.

Shen Qingzhou walked out of the room and found Chang Shengli holding the letter Jiang Cuiping had left for him.

"Should we open it and see what she has to say?" Chang Shengli said.

"No need. What could she possibly say? She could only repent for her mistakes. But will saying that get her money back?"

"You little rascal," Chang Shengli sighed, putting down the letter in his hand and looking at another one.

"And this one, should we give it to your grandma? She's getting old..."

Chang Shengli didn't need to explain himself too clearly; Shen Qingzhou understood what he meant.

This is what's troubling him; he really doesn't know how to tell his grandmother about this.

"Well, let's talk about it later. Let's find someone to dispose of the body first." Shen Qingzhou didn't want to discuss this topic anymore.

"You don't need to worry about that. I'll have someone handle it. We'll just take the ashes back with us," Chang Shengli said.

"Take her back? Where would we put her? She's come all this way, she must like this place. In that case, let's just throw her into the sea," Shen Qingzhou said.

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Upon hearing this, Chang Shengli couldn't help but roll his eyes. "Didn't you say that Accountant Jiang is like a mother to you?"

"Oh, my mom doesn't love me either, otherwise why would I have grown up in an orphanage? So I don't love her either," Shen Qingzhou said calmly.

There was no anger or sadness, as if they were talking about someone else's story.

"You little rascal, I've told you before, there might have been some special circumstances back then, it's not necessarily that they abandoned you."

Chang Shengli tried his best to keep a sliver of beauty and kindness in Shen Qingzhou's heart.

"Oh, I listened to you a few years ago and had my DNA tested and entered into the database. Has anyone contacted me since then?" Shen Qingzhou asked in return.

Chang Shengli was speechless upon hearing this.

The two left without saying another word, and soon returned to the Coconut Breeze Hotel, where they booked two rooms.

After putting down his backpack with his change of clothes, Chang Shengli said, "I'm going to find some friends to take care of the rest of things. It's a rare trip for you, so you can go and take a walk around the neighborhood."

As he spoke, he opened his wallet, took out a few hundred yuan, and was about to hand it to Shen Qingzhou.

Shen Qingzhou quickly declined, "No need, you go ahead with your business. I'm a grown man, don't worry about me."

Seeing this, Chang Shengli didn't insist any further and left the hotel to find his friends.

Not long after he left, Shen Qingzhou also came out of the room with a cigarette in his mouth. After asking the boss for directions to the beach, he left the hotel directly.

Despite its dilapidated appearance, this hotel has a pretty good location.

After walking two or three kilometers, a wide and beautiful coastline came into view.

As evening approached, the beach was full of tourists.

Couples posed for photos with their backs to the setting sun, children squatted on the beach digging in the sand, fathers played with their children in the shallow waves, and girls in swimsuits walked slowly along the beach, splashing in the waves.

Shen Qingzhou avoided the tourists and found an old coconut tree where no one was around.

He took out three incense sticks, lit them, and stuck them under the tree.