The familiar policeman's skin tightened as he stood up. "We were just passing by and asked for a bowl of hot water."

Although I don't know how my great-aunt is doing, the police station is so busy that she's been working non-stop for six months, but given her position at the top, if she can say something, she must have a solution.

Everyone knows that the only people you can truly entrust with your life are Chinese soldiers.

public security?

A small portion of the time is spent on handling cases, while the majority is spent muddling through.

Who wants to create trouble for no reason?!

After finishing his sentence in a hurry, the man grabbed his colleague and left, afraid that if he stayed even a minute longer, the young lady would cause another problem!

I didn't bother Tingting. Since Ruan Xianxian has already said what she wanted to say, I figured I wouldn't get anything out of her anyway, so why bother?

Unless extraordinary measures are taken... but is it necessary?

Three days later, on the day the unrelated personnel were released, Hu Heshuo led a group of villagers to the bureau to prove that Hu Dabao himself was a violent madman.

Knowing full well what was going on, Hu Bin still handed the knife to such a mentally challenged child. Was there any difference between that and sticking his own head under a guillotine?

For various reasons, there are currently no clear criminal laws regarding murder committed by mentally challenged individuals, unlike those in later generations.

The death penalty is acceptable, confinement in a mental hospital is acceptable, and release under special circumstances is also acceptable.

Because he killed his own mother, the Shen police contacted Hu Bin and issued a letter of understanding. Hu Dabao was taken back to the brigade by Hu Heshuo that same day.

A cellar was dug under the Hu family's house. Hu Heshuo rearranged the interior, and Hu Dabao was locked inside by a group of people, his hands and feet tightly bound with hemp rope.

As for the limb necrosis that may result from poor blood circulation in the limbs, who cares?

Hu Heshuo knew that from now on, this fool, the heinous man who had utterly ruined his wife's life, was completely in his hands.

Lying flat on his back and tied to three wooden benches, Hu Dabao struggled fiercely and screamed in agony.

Hu Heshuo sent the villagers home for dinner, then took some waste newspapers he had bought from the recycling station and placed them on Hu Dabao's chest.

He grabbed a large sledgehammer from the corner of the cellar and smashed it heavily into Hu Dabao's chest.

With a bang—

Hu Dabao's eyes widened, and he was about to roar when his mouth was stuffed with a tattered rag that the Hu family had found.

Sitting in the villa, Ruan Xianxian watched this scene through the screen, petting the dog with her left hand and the monkey with her right, making clicking noises.

"The official torture method is to pad the chest with books or newspapers to ensure that the damage is not visible on the outside, but in reality, a few blows will have already damaged the internal organs."

It seems that Public Security Bureau Chief Shen has taught him a lot.

Half an hour later, Hu Heshuo emerged from the cellar, a smile on his lips and a gleam in his eyes, his spirits seemingly restored.

He shook his arm, which was sore and swollen from swinging the sledgehammer, and was very satisfied with Hu Dabao's physical condition. Hu Bin and his wife had raised this son very well!

That's good, since you're in good physical condition, you can persevere for a longer period of time.

Next, we'll move on to the Hu family clan!

A group of old guys, who had been detained and interrogated in the cell for several days, were finally able to see the light of day again. They were all in such a bad mood that they just wanted to go home and reunite with their wives and children.

When I walked out of the station and didn't see my son, I felt a little uneasy.

He kept reassuring himself that Heshuo had already issued a letter of understanding, and their son would surely be released without charge soon. Maybe something had delayed things?

Go home first, go home, etc.

Forget about oxcarts and tractors; a group of elderly people, supporting each other, struggled to walk into the village, only to be greeted by villagers' insults and children throwing stones at them without regard for their own weight.

There was a family whose children were getting engaged when they heard about the huge murder in Pingtou Brigade. The engagement was called off, and the family rushed up and kicked and beat the old man.

"You jinx, if you don't die when you're old, you'll become a thief. Why didn't you die inside that fence?"

"Do you know what people outside are saying about our village now? Murder village, evil village, girls would rather marry into the mountains than come to our village to die."

"You son of a bitch, if I were you, I wouldn't live to see tomorrow. When I get back, I'll find a belt and hang myself to atone for my sins."

The women cursed, the children threw stones at them in humiliation, and the old men, unable to protect their faces with their hands, fled in all directions around the village entrance.

The "welcoming ceremony" was only stopped when the reluctant children from each family came to pick up the elderly.

These days, only children are rare. Even if one of them dies, there are other children in the family, but everyone's face is grim.

His expression was worse than if he'd eaten two pounds of excrement.

Once the case reached the entire county, the brigade was secondary; those most deeply affected were their innocent children.

Some wives took their children back to their parents' home, saying they wanted a divorce. With a murderer as their father, the children had no hope for the future.

It's not just one family that's talking about divorce; almost every family has experienced either a daughter-in-law or son-in-law leaving.

That's just how the world is; one person's misdeeds bring suffering to the whole family.

To say that the other children are innocent? That's not entirely true, is it?

If the elders received benefits from the leader's daughter, have their other children not enjoyed the same benefits over the years?

They deserve it all!

All along the way, I was filled with complaints and rudeness; some people even muttered that they should just die.

When a person dies, their debts are wiped out; once they're dead, there won't be so many rumors and gossip!

The old men's lips were trembling, whether from the cold or from anger, it was hard to tell.

As October began, the temperature in Heilongjiang Province dropped lower and lower each day.

When they were arrested and taken to the station, they could say it was autumn, but after half a month of this, the temperature had already dropped to winter. The old bastards were shivering from the cold, and their children were only concerned with complaining, with no one paying attention to putting on more clothes.

Perhaps they noticed, but simply didn't want to.

It would be a lie to say that the elders, who used to be powerful figures in the village but are now treated like rats in the street, are not heartbroken.

But a sliver of hope remained in my heart.

It doesn't matter if other children are unfilial, as long as the son who went through imprisonment with them and was later released is filial.

Holding onto this belief, he endured his children's complaints and insults.

After finally arriving home, his wife rushed out and started scratching and biting Hu Tiezhu, yelling, "You heartless bastard, give me back Yangyang's life!"

You've lived half your life long enough, why don't you die in place of our son? Why can't you take all the blame and commit suicide out of guilt?

That way, even though I'm an old woman with one foot in the grave, I won't have to bury my child.

My son, how cruel you are!

Hu Yang's mother cried and wailed, nearly fainting several times. She pounded her fists on the man, wishing she could drink his blood and eat his flesh.

Hu Tiezhu stood there dumbfounded, letting his wife do whatever she wanted, his eyes wouldn't move.

After trembling for a while, he finally managed to ask, "Who was sentenced to death? Didn't Heshuo sign a letter of understanding? You must have misunderstood."

"Damn it!" the old wife cried out in despair. "You are the beneficiary of the letter of understanding. Hu Heshuo has forgiven you, but Yangyang is not included."

His sentence has been handed down; not only him, but all seven of the Hu family's children have been sentenced to death.

Why don't you old hags who've had enough of living take the blame for your children? Why?!

Hu Tiezhu stared intently at his wife, who was collapsed on the ground, slapping her thighs and wailing, his ears ringing.

How could this be? How could this happen?

If one marries an unvirtuous wife and has unfilial children, how can one survive after being branded with such shame?