In the funeral home, Song Yuanlin paused.

　　He placed one hand on the cold cabinet door and took a deep breath.

　　"Why did that person kill her?" The female police officer who came together pursed her lips, and her gaze on Song Yuanlin carried a hint of different emotions.

　　After a pause, she said, "The killer's girlfriend recently ran away with a wealthy businessman.

　　He was already angry being cuckolded.

　　On the day of the crime, he had a few drinks and heard that the victim was an underground lover of a tycoon..." "He said that this kind of woman is unworthy of being human." After finishing speaking, the female police officer was about to leave, but when she reached the door, she seemed to think of something.

　　Taking a deep breath, she couldn't help but speak, "Mr.

　　Song, I don't know if you've heard of the term 'dehumanization.' When abusers believe that the victims have moral flaws, they subconsciously consider excluding them from the category of 'humans.' Torturing them is like crushing ants, without considering the other party's feelings, and hurting them won't bring guilt." She paused, her gaze meaningful.

　　"So, who is it that made the killer think that the victim is unworthy of being human?"

　　That day, Song Yuanlin sat outside the police station all night.

　　Jiqing called ten times, but they were all hung up.

　　In the end, he had to seek help from Secretary Yuan.

　　"President Song, you should go back first." Secretary Yuan brought a coat and draped it over Song Yuanlin, but suddenly heard his bewildered voice, "What was I doing when Lu Yang moved out? Why didn't I stop her?" Secretary Yuan didn't say anything.

　　Did President Song really not remember what he was doing? Not necessarily.

　　It was clearly written on the schedule.

　　He was accompanying Jiqing to choose a wedding dress.