After finishing his day's work, Fu Hanlin walked out of the spirit hall and to a willow tree in the courtyard. He took out a pack of cigarettes from his suit pocket and lit one.,He wasn't a heavy smoker, barely smoking a few cigarettes in a month. But after days of constant spinning, his nerves were frayed. The nicotine rolled through his lungs, bringing a brief sense of ease, but with it came the crushing weight of grief over losing a loved one.,"Well, besides Fu Hanlin, are there any suspicious people"。