Wang Hanshuang felt relieved that the question was over, but Tang Tianbao was still standing there and punching hard.

"If you don't mind, there is one more thing, Mr. Wang Hanshuang. Regarding Qingzhu Pharmaceutical Group and Qingzhu Daily Chemicals Company, this Chinese company is currently the largest investor in Africa."

Listening to Tang Tianbao's words, Wang Hanshuang's sitting still.

"The advertisement can be seen everywhere in the city. 'Qingzhu, run for Africa!' Headquarters is on the street, and the newly built Bourbon building looks like a huge mirror."

"So what are they doing? What is the connection with the case?" Wang Hanshuang was puzzled.

"We just brought up the profile of their company last night, right, Officer Jin? You don't know, this company is amazing. Every benefit of Africa is related to them, but it is a thorough capital enterprise company in its core."

"There are endless talks about hotels, travel agencies, newspapers, security companies, banks, companies that need to refine gold, coal, copper, and imported cars, ships and trucks. There are also a series of very good medicines. 'Qingzhu runs for your health.' We saw it on the way here this morning, right, Officer Jin?"

"Yes, it's on the way over there." Jin Liyan echoed. The two of them cooperated with each other, which put a lot of pressure on Wang Hanshuang. "And they are also called brothers and brothers to the men of the Kenyan President. As far as we know, private jets and various beauties will let you play until you have fun."

"Probably this clue is very dispelled." Wang Hanshuang smiled bitterly.

"It may not be. I just want to see what reactions you have on your face when I say this. I thank you for your patience after I finished speaking." Jin Liyan was still busy putting the things back into the bag. Although she was very interested, she might not even listen.

"A person like you should be arrested, Mr. Wang Hanshuang." Jin Liyan said to herself, and her wise head shook and expressed confusion. "You think you are solving problems around the world, but you are the crux of the problem."

"She said you are a shameless liar." Tang Tianbao explained. After saying this, the two police officers left Wang Hanshuang's office.

The police are the judicial department, talking about the law and social morality. The embassy belongs to the civil servant group, talking about the conflict between political interests and power needs is already very large. No wonder Jin Liyan looks down on cowardly foreign officials like Wang Hanshuang.

This time, Wang Hanshuang did not accompany them to the door. He sat in the back of his desk and listened to the footsteps of the visitors gradually moving away. Then he called the counter to ask in the most casual tone. Please inform them after they left the building.

As soon as he heard that the two police officers had left, he quickly came to Han Weixing's private office ◆ Han Shuang had already known that Han Weixing was not in the office and was having a meeting with the Kenya Ministry of Foreign Affairs.

Pang Fan was making an inside phone call, looking relaxed but uncomfortable.

"The situation is urgent." Wang Hanshuang said, which was exactly the opposite of what Pang Fan thinks he is doing.

Wang Hanshuang sat at Han Weixing's empty desk, watching Pang Fan pull out a white diamond-shaped thing from the senior commissioner's personal safe and insert it into the digital phone with an overly attentive attitude.

"What the hell are you?" Pang Fan asked. His tone was arrogant and unique to the low-level private secretary of the big man.

"Get out of here." Wang Hanshuang said bluntly. He might be afraid of Han Weixing, but he was not yet at the point where even Han Weixing's subordinates had to flatter.

When Wang Hanshuang was left alone, he immediately called the headquarters of the Ministry of Foreign Affairs far away in Nanjing.

After that, I didn't know what he reported, but after returning home, Wang Hanshuang met Sun Xuyuan. They sat on the balcony, and two colleagues from the Ministry of Foreign Affairs enjoyed the bedtime drink after dinner under the ruthless night lights.

"Xuyuan, no matter how you say this," Wang Hanshuang began, "so I just said it out. Very likely signs show that Yiping was raped during her lifetime. I feel very, very sad about it, to her, to you and me."

How could Wang Hanshuang not be sad? Sometimes you don’t even have to feel it, just know that you have that feeling. Sometimes your senses are severely trampled and destroyed. When you get another horrifying news, you also feel that it is just a boring detail.

"Of course, it was the statement before the autopsy report was released, so the case has not been finalized and it will not be included in the record," Wang Hanshuang continued to avoid contact with Sun Xuyuan's eyes, "but they seem to have no doubts."

Wang Hanshuang felt the need to provide substantial comfort, "The police felt that it was actually clear now, and at least found a motive. When handling the case, it would not be like finding a needle in the seabed, even if it could not be identified as a murderer."

Sun Xuyuan sat down and listened carefully, holding the brandy glass in front of him with both hands, as if someone had just handed him the glass as a prize. "It's just possible?" Sun Xuyuan finally refuted, "It's really strange, how is this possible?"

Wang Hanshuang did not imagine that this reaction would make him the object of questioning again, but a strange feeling in his heart welcomed this reaction. "Yes, obviously they really have to ask whether this situation is a mutual love. "You often have to make such assumptions first."

"Who are you in love with?" Sun Xuyuan asked, with a look of confusion.

"Do not care who that person is, who the police are suspicious of, we can't help them with the case, right?"

"Yes, we really can't. Hanshuang, you are so pitiful, as if you have taken care of all the chores. Now I'm sure we should focus on future matters. Leave the case to the police, let's not cross the line." Sun Xuyuan was also worried about his sister's experience, but he had no choice.

Handling cases is the police's authority. He is a small clerk of the Ministry of Foreign Affairs who is about to resign. He has no ability to intervene at all, let alone help his sister revenge.

Two days later, the formal funeral was also held outside Nairobi. This time it was a funeral ceremony. It was carried out according to Chinese customs. However, Sun Yiping's body was not transported back to the country. Instead, it was buried on this land she fought for.

Sun Xuyuan buried his sister who had been murdered for a long time in a beautiful African cemetery, where she was buried under a lilac phoenix tree.

Tang Yixiu stood far beside Wang Hanshuang, wearing a solemn black uniform, leaning her head forward, holding her hands in front of her chest, and standing in a state of mourning that will last forever.

Standing beside Tang Yixiu were Han Weixing and his wife with a pale face. In Wang Han's eyes, they seemed to be pouring love for her. If it weren't for this, they would have poured the same care on their daughter.

The cemetery is located on a lush slope with thick grass and reddish clay and flowering ornamental trees, which look sad and joyful. It is two or three kilometers away from the city center. It takes a few steps to reach the larger slum in Kibera n Nairobi.

The area is vast, with brown spots of iron houses everywhere, with smoke coming from the roof, and a layer of lifeless African dust floating above it, squeezing into the Nairobi River Valley, the distance between the houses is less than a palm-wide distance.

Kibera's population is currently 400,000, and it continues to grow. The valley is filled with stinky ditch sediments, plastic bags, all kinds of old clothes, banana and orange peels, corn cobs, and everything that people in the city like to pour here.

Across the street from the cemetery is the neat office of the Kenya Tourism Bureau and the entrance to the Nairobi Hunting Park. Somewhere behind is the dilapidated building of Kenya's oldest Wilson Airport.

For many people who came to mourn Sun Yiping, as the time of infiltration approached, the loneliness that Wang Hanshuang and Sun Xuyuan showed made people feel both ominous and tragic.

Especially Sun Xuyuan, it seems that he is leaving not only his sister, but also his diplomatic career, Nairobi, and his life so far.

Sun Xuyuan stood very close to the edge of the tomb, and was in danger of falling down. This behavior seemed to show the above signs.

Another sign that it is difficult to pay attention to it shows that most of the Sun Xuyuan they knew would be buried with his sister, perhaps with her.

When Sun Yiping's funeral procession arrived, white door posts were erected at the entrance of the cemetery, and the path leading to her grave was lined with huge cactus and red clay trails. There were also rules-abiding hawkers selling bananas, bananas and ice cream.

The person who presided over the funeral was a Taoist priest who was very old and had gray hair.

The funeral of the Han people is still very complicated. It took an afternoon to finish it. Hanshuang and Sun Xuyuan were both full of muscles and returned home. They fell asleep.

The next morning, Wang Hanshuang went to the embassy by himself, while Sun Xuyuan was wearing formal clothes and wandering around in the restaurant, wanting to pick some flowers. What he wanted was not the flowers in Wang Hanshuang's garden, but his own home.

Sun Xuyuan wanted a fragrant yellow iris flower. He said that this flower was planted by him specifically for his sister Sun Yiping and bloomed all year round. Every time she traveled home, he would put a few flowers in the living room and wait for her.

Sun Xu Yuanxiao got at least two dozen and placed it on his sister's coffin. He was thinking about what method to pick it. At this time, someone called the Nairobi newspaper in a daze and claimed that Miao Huixiang's body had been found on a dry riverbed fifty kilometers east of Lake Turkana.

"Is anyone who wants to express their opinions?" The voice of inquiry came from the phone.

The servant roared at the microphone "Nothing to be told" and hung up the phone hard. However, he was hit hard and was in a dilemma. I don't know if he wanted to report to Sun Xuyuan now or wait until Sun Xuyuan's mood improved.

As a result, less than five minutes later, the servant received a call from Pang Fan, saying that Wang Hanshuang was in a meeting, but the rumors about discovering Miao Huixiang's body were actually a scam, which made the servant breathe a sigh of relief.

The Somalian bandits demanded a $10,000 redemption of the body, but the body has a history of at least a hundred years. The more appropriate number should be one thousand years. ∮Wan asked the indigenous servant again if it was possible to let him say something to Sun Xuyuan?

The conversation was nothing more than advising Sun Xuyuan to see what was going on. After the embassy work was over, Wang Hanshuang came back from get off work and planned to go out for a few drinks with his brother-in-law, just to relax.

His wife's death made him feel a lot of grudges and he felt more sincere about his relatives and friends.

"I guess what I'm really doing is to help Kenyans make good use of what we give them." After drinking a few glasses of water and wine in the tavern, Wang Hanshuang said loudly in an arrogant tone. To eliminate his own voice can overwhelm the music in the tavern.

"We didn't even give them a bird egg! They scooped it away! They snatched it away from the gun! We didn't give it to them! There were nothing!" Suddenly, a large number of shouts came from the local language.

Wang Hanshuang suddenly turned around, and Sun Xuyuan beside him made the same move, and the same was true for a white couple sitting on the other side of the aisle.

A scream came from outside the tavern, followed by a loud sound of many bowl-like things breaking.

From the open door, Wang Hanshuang saw that the front yard door was dragged and closed by two black suits. The frightened officer was dragged and closed. At this time, the policemen wearing steel helmets formed a human wall along the railings, waving their hands with riot batons made of metal at the tip, just like the ancient soldiers doing warm-up actions before the battle.

On the street, a student was dragging a tree, but when it burned, there were several cars facing the sky, and the people inside were so scared that they dared not climb out.

Aroused by the crowd, a shiny black Volvo sedan was very similar to Wang Hanshuang's car. It was lifted up from the ground by a group of young men and women.

The car rose, rushed forward and overturned, first overturned, then turned four legs to the sky, and finally fell down, making a loud noise, "dead" beside the owner.

The police began to fight back. No matter what they had been waiting for so far, it had happened now. "For a second they were still idling. Now they are fighting a bloody road and beating the fleeing mobs.

The move forward was to stop to continue attacking the people who were knocked to the ground. A car with a packaging armor drove over, and six or seven bleeding bodies were thrown into the car.

"Brother, the situation in college is about to break out." At this time, Xue Qing, who had just walked into the tavern, said this to Wang Hanshuang. Wang Hanshuang had asked him about the danger level before.

Xue Qing ordered a glass of German beer for himself, and then said the situation outside: "The funding was suddenly stopped, the staff had no salary to receive, and the vacancies were all given to the rich and stupid people, the dormitory and classroom were all full. The toilets were blocked, the doors were all broken, and there was a risk of fire everywhere. They were still cooking with coal in the corridor."

"These African students, they have no power. They have no electric lights and no books to read. The poor students took to the streets. Because the Kenyan government decided to open up the higher education system to private management without asking anyone for advice, and education became a patent for the rich."

After drinking the golden liquid in the cup, Xue Qingcai continued to talk with ventilated: "The exam list is also fake. The Kenyan government wants to force students to study abroad. ◎ Local police beat two students to death. That's it. Their friends refused to accept it. What else do you want to ask?"

The door of the tavern opened and the piano music sounded again. The best people who wanted to spend their lives could start doing their business again.

After all, his arms could not twist his thighs. These East African students who started the riot were severely suppressed by the military and police. They carried shields and batons in their hands, and pushed past the crowd like iron walls.

The police are well-trained, not those poor students who can't even eat enough to compete with them. The anger will not provide additional strength to humans most of the time.

After everything was calmed down, Wang Hanshuang, Xue Qing, and Sun Xuyuan escaped and left the tavern. It was too dangerous to stay outside.

Two more days passed, and the riots gradually subsided, and nothing happened in the Buddha. Kenya was still as dirty, chaotic, poor, and full of sin as ever.

Like other African countries, upper dictators oppress the lower gentry, men oppress women, adults oppress the elderly and children, and weak people, here, the jungle law that is only reflected in wild animals can be used for humans themselves.

At noon, the doorbell rang. The driver of the embassy drove a red car equipped in the embassy. The license plate of the diplomats was very conspicuous at the airport. The driver sat listlessly in the front seat, holding a face and staring at the front. Nirvana seemed to be a portrait of himself.

Woodrow explained, with a slight smile on his face, "Keep in touch, Ao Won."

"Okay, thank you again, Hanshuang."

At this time, the two men who had originally hated each other reached a reconciliation because of the passing of the most important woman in their lives.

"Are you sure you don't want to hold a welcome party for you there? They all want to show off their best." Wang Hanshuang said of the staff in the embassy.

"I'm very sure, thank you. In China, some friends are preparing to pick me up." Sun Xuyuan declined his colleagues' kindness.

Immediately afterwards, Sun Xuyuan walked down the steps and towards the red car. On one side, the driver helped carry the suitcase, and on the other side, Sun Xuyuan was carrying the gray suitcase himself.

"I handed all the letters to you to Mr. Wang Hanshuang." As the car was moving, Sun Xuyuan said to the driver, "This letter will be handed over to Ms. Tang Yixiu in private. Do you know what I mean by private."

"We know you are always a good person, sir." The driver said in a prophetic tone, putting the letter into the pocket of the cotton jacket, but his tone did not forgive Sun Xuyuan's actions of leaving Africa.

Despite the recent major renovation, the airport is still in chaos.

The boats and cars were in a long queue, and the tourist team was so hot that they shouted at the guide and tied up their huge backpacks in a hurry.

The ticket operator looked puzzled at each ticket and held the phone and said endlessly. The loudspeaker played incomprehensible information, causing a commotion, while the porters and police watched coldly.

However, Wang Hanshuang had everything arranged. Sun Xuyuan had just stepped out of the car before he stepped out of the car. A male employee of China Airlines took him into a small office to avoid everyone's attention. (To be continued., vote for recommendations, monthly tickets,.
Chapter completed!