C243 Gratitude to the Murderer!

In the living room, on the sofa, Helian Yichen rushed forward anxiously, the bright red blood staining the marble in front of the sofa.

"Dad … Mother, who is it? Who killed you? " Helian Yichen stretched out his trembling hand. If one only looked at their faces, they would think that the two old men were asleep, but looking at their faces, one would know that they were not asleep