Fan Jia, Xu Mengshan, and others had been waiting for a while. They exchanged glances with You Mingxu, who nodded, signalling to let the boy in directly.
When the morgue door was pushed open, three beds were covered with white cloth, outlining the figures of adults and children. Everyone looked at Li Biran. He was stunned as if he didn't quite realize what he was confronting. Fan Jia guided him to Xie Huifang's body and said in a low voice, "Your aunt, your cousin, and your younger cousin were killed at home yesterday afternoon. Please accept our condolences. Do you... want to see them?"
Li Biran's face turned red, his eyes were shimmering with tears, and he couldn't speak a word as his lips were trembling.
Fan Jia gently lifted the white cloth.
Li Biran still looked dazed, staring blankly at Xie Huifang, then around at the police officers, seemingly lost in thoughts.
Fan Jia didn't want him to see the two children. He remained motionless.
