My Mother Is a Detective

“Brother, mother isn’t moving at all. Is she dead? Boo hoo, I don’t want—don’t want mother to die. Er Ya wants mother…”

What’s that sound?

So noisy.

Yun Shuang frowned slightly, struggling to climb out of the deep darkness. As her eyes first fluttered open, the dazzling morning sunlight stabbed at them, making her wince. Instinctively, she turned her head, closed her eyes for a moment, then slowly opened them again. At last, Yun Shuang could see everything before her.

In the shabby, battered house, the walls were mottled and worn. Aside from a crooked table and chairs, there was not a single proper piece of furniture. By the wall, a few bamboo baskets lay scattered, misshapen and cracked, and—

Two tiny children clinging tightly to each other beside the baskets.

Skinny and filthy, they looked like two little mud monkeys just rolled from the puddles, their eyes wide in terror as they stared at her, as though witnessing a zombie leap from its coffin in broad daylight.

No, she ought to be the one shocked!

Even Yun Shuang, renowned as the Iron-Blooded Policewoman, was stunned for quite a while. She blinked her eyes several times, thinking she must be hallucinating.

Yet, even after the third time she opened her eyes, nothing had changed.

The little girl’s face lit up as if she wished to rush over, but the boy tugged her back, his expression wary and vigilant.

She remembered, only moments ago she was chasing a criminal. Who could have guessed the scoundrel had somehow acquired a gun? As she turned away, he fired