Soon, the police who received the report arrived in Lihua Village. When Heizi's mother saw the officers, it was as if she'd seen her saviors. She grabbed one by the sleeve, snot and tears streaming down her face, and begged him to find the murderer who had killed her son.
"My son! He was my only son!" Heizi's mother couldn't stop crying. "The son I risked my life to give birth to... He's just gone like that! If you don't find who harmed my boy, I'll never be able to rest in peace!"
Although many of the onlookers had a poor impression of Heizi's mother after she had lashed out so indiscriminately at Su Qing and Cheng Beilin, their eyes reddened now as they watched her weep with such sorrow. It made sense, after all. He was her only son. For a parent to have to bury their own child was a pain that was always hard to accept.
"We will do everything we can to find the culprit," the officer in charge of the Lihua Village case replied quickly to Heizi's mother's plea.
