Blessed To Have Each Other In This Life

Fu Chujun and the president of the federation inhaled together.

They all feel scared!

In my own home, without warning, without reason, suddenly lost two small lives!

The child who was conceived in October, and finally hoped to come, was in the arms of his mother for only a few months, and it was so dead! This is really weird.

"Why didn't the Duan family call the police!" Fu Chujun couldn't help being outraged. "Duan Yuhui himself is the judge. Can't you see the abnormality of this matter?"

"Perhaps the authorities were obsessed with it, or it was deliberately sheltering." Mu Zi said, "According to Xiang Qingluo, someone took the child out of the stroller after she fell into a coma, and threw the child down the steps to death. Duan Yuhui could hardly Accepting this statement, he is a judge and he is very empirical and motivated in everything. He believes that the Duan's servants are very loyal and will not be harmful to his wife and children."

"What about the baseball?" Fu Chujun asked, "At least the baseball can prove that Xiang Qingluo didn't fall by herself. Someone wanted to harm her!"

Mu Zi silently shook his head.

Fu Chujun understood, "Didn't find a baseball?"

"When the servant found out, he immediately called an ambulance to take the adult and the child to the hospital." Mu Zi sighed, "I didn't find a baseball nearby after the incident. In addition, Xiang Qingluo was very irritated at the time and spoke a bit incoherently... the psychologist She thinks she may have an escape mentality, because she can't face the death of her child, and imagines a murder story, which makes herself fall into a kind of pathological panic. The servant of the Duan family also thinks that it is Mrs. Duan who is holding the child and watching the tulips, accidentally The fall caused the death of the child."

"Is it possible... is she really sick?" the president hesitated, "After all, so far, we have no evidence."

The president of the federation is a good friend with Fu Chujun, but he is not familiar with Mu Zi and his trust is limited.

Mu Zi did not answer directly, but looked at Fu Chujun, pointed to the flower garden ladder drawn on the paper, and asked: "Mrs. Fu, what would you do if you brought your children to this place?"

Madam Fu frowned, "The stairs are too steep, I should push the stroller and leave directly."

"Xiang Qingluo thought the same way. She was just passing by at the time and didn't intend to stay there."

Mu Zi looked at the president of the Federation, and then said: "Our brain has a special area called the anterior cingulate cortex. It can detect subtle changes in the environment and act as an early warning to make us fear or premonition. For example, when we come to this kind of steep stairs, we subconsciously slow down and avoid falling down. This is a self-protection mechanism.

I specifically asked the servants of the Duan family. This ladder has existed in the Duan family for six years. In the six years, no one has fallen here except for Mrs. Duan. Instead, it is other inconspicuous places in the Duan family, where people often knock down. Or trip.

Mrs. Duan took the child at the time, so she should be more careful. Even if she was so careless and fell while holding the child down the steps, the final result should not be like this—"

Mu Zi focused on two places on the paper.

"The instinct of motherhood will make her subconsciously hug the child at the moment of a fall, but the location where she and the child fell is almost two meters away, which is very unusual."

After Mu Zi finished speaking, she raised the last question: "Not long ago, the house where Xiang Qingluo lived was broken by a baseball. She was basking in the sun with her child at the time. Fortunately, she used her body to protect the baby in time. Nothing happened."

The president was finally moved by her, and nodded: "I will prepare relevant materials immediately after I go back, and the day after tomorrow, I will arrange a place to live and an assistance lawyer for her."

"Thank you!" Mu Zi let out a long sigh of relief.

She finally lived up to Mrs. Duan's entrustment.