Priceless Baby: 101 Bedside Stories

He Chunwang's death was quite bizarre. The data provided by the laboratory Department proved that neither cup of water was poisonous. The only explanation was that he Chunwang had hidden poison in his body.

Mu Yuan thought of a television drama that he had seen before. Someone had smeared poison on the edge of the blanket, and someone had hidden poison on their nails. These were all places that were easy to hide poison and would not be discovered. An inspection might not be able to check everything thoroughly. Once he Chunwang died, the clues that Jack wanted to find were gone. It was almost impossible to confirm Roosevelt's crime.

He Chunwang was not in the interrogation room and had not revealed mu Yuan and Jack's affair. He was already protecting mu Yuan. It was even more impossible for Jack to use him to deal with Roosevelt.

Mu Yuan asked,"can you give I he Chunwang's corpse?"

Jack's face was cold."He's already dead. What do you want his body for?"

"Cremate him and find a place to bury him. As you said, he's already dead and can't come back to life. There's no point in keeping his body."

At the entrance of the hospital, Jack's face was as cold as ice, and he did not answer mu Yuan's question.

In the past, the only way to deal with corpses was to cremate them and throw them away.

"He Chunwang didn't give you what you wanted. Don't be angry, okay? he's dead. All grudges are gone. There's nothing to pursue." Mu Yuan said earnestly,"why are you fussing over a dead person?"

"As you wish!" Jack said coldly,"you're really attentive to he Chunwang!"

He flicked his sleeves and left. Mu Yuan was extremely helpless. He Chunwang did not reveal anything about him and Jack even at the last moment when he died by his side.

He had been thinking about he Chunwang's smile. He had died with a smile and no longer had any grievances. Before he died, he didn't want to betray anyone or say a word. He had only seen him once and he had brought all his secrets to his grave.

It was just a corpse. It was not difficult for mu Yuan. The anti-terrorism team had specially sent someone to keep an eye on this matter. He Chunwang was cremated. Mu Yuan held a box of ashes and planned to bring he Chunwang back to his hometown and bury him beside He Jing. It was also considered a return to his hometown. The Chinese people valued returning to their roots the most, and mu Yuan was no exception.

He Chunwang's funeral matters were settled, and some of the cases that mu Yuan was involved in were also closed. His mission in New York was basically over. In the future, things here would be handed over to the undercover agents, and it would not be convenient for him to contact them again.

Mu Yuan planned to treat Jack to a meal before he returned to the country as a form of farewell. He did not expect to receive an unexpected call and was invited to a small villa in the suburbs.

Outside the door, the security guards were all patrolling, and people were coming and going.

They were all Special Forces soldiers with loaded guns.

Mu Yuan was not afraid that Roosevelt would force him to stay in New York. He had a location tracker on him. If Roosevelt was not stupid, he would not do anything to him. He could probably guess the purpose of this famous person looking for him. Thus, he calmly drank tea and played with his phone under the watch of a group of special agents.

The group of White Secret agents did not look at him, but they were all looking at him from the corners of their eyes. Many of them were unfamiliar with mu Yuan. Most of them were transferred from the seals and rarely heard of mu Yuan. Recently, mu Yuan had been doing well here. He was also involved with he Chunwang and Jack, and he was gradually becoming famous. He Chunwang was secondary, but Lieutenant Colonel Anderson was the main person.

A mysterious rumor had spread a long time ago. It was said that there was an unclear relationship between the major and Lieutenant Colonel Anderson. It was said in an extremely ambiguous way, and any man would understand what it meant.

At this moment, he was sitting on a European-style sofa with his legs crossed. He was drinking tea and playing games. He didn't look like a top special Forces soldier at all. Although this group of Special Forces soldiers were under Roosevelt, they were all Lieutenant Colonel Anderson's fans. In terms of individual combat, no one could compete with Lieutenant Colonel Anderson. No one could compare to his outstanding military achievements. He was the idol of all Special Forces soldiers.

It would inevitably cause some suspicion. Was the young man sitting on the sofa really related to Lieutenant Colonel Anderson like the mysterious rumors?