Jiang Xi let out a strange laugh from his throat, short and cold.
It was like an absurd reality that only appeared in the night talk. Xiao Liu was stunned and his voice was trembling: "This, this..."
He was speechless for a moment.
"Why didn't you call the police?"
"Call the police?"
Jiang Xi's eyes made Xiao Liu's face flushed with irritation. For some reason, he suddenly didn't dare to listen.
Yan Li understood what Jiang Xi meant from her silence.
In the remote and poor Heyang County, most police officers turned a blind eye to this for the sake of local public security.
Jiang Xi said nothing, but her almost mocking look seemed to have said everything.
"Officer, is there anything else you want to ask?"
Jiang Xi was the type of prisoner Yan Li rarely encountered.
She was polite and spoke clearly, obviously having received a good education. When she explained the facts of the crime, her logic was still very clear. She explained in great detail, from the preparations before the crime to how she escaped after the crime, without any pretense or concealment. Her attitude was frank and her expression was composed.
Yan Li knew very well that this was a person who was eager to die.
She lost the fulcrum of her life.
For Jiang Xi, life is nothing but pain and desolation.
Yan Li felt a slight lump in his throat. He rubbed the tip of his nose and said in a nasal tone, "No more."
He picked up the file and stood up, as if remembering something. He turned and said, "If... there's anything or a letter that needs to be passed on, you can call Xiao Liu."
Jiang Xi was silent for a long time, then suddenly laughed:
"No."
The case went from being submitted for trial to the approval document being issued very quickly, which was not surprising. No matter how extenuating the circumstances were, Jiang Xi was only greeted with a bullet.
In the complex and confusing news events, it doesn't even have a piece of tofu.
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"Bang——"
Jiang Xi suddenly opened his eyes.
The pain in the back of her head became more and more intense, and she thought in a daze: Am I not dead?
But the symphony-like sobs in her ears made her "die" feel uneasy. Jiang Xi had no choice but to "resurrect" and tried to look forward. When she saw this, she was stunned:
"Xiao, Xiaoling?"
A little girl with round eyes and a round face asked her half curiously and half innocently, "Sister, how do you know Xiaoling's name?"
Jiang Xi subconsciously felt that something was wrong.
He propped himself up and sat up. Behind him was a cold, hard earthen wall, and beneath him was a thick straw mat. The small room was filled with dozens of children, big and small, who were kept in a pen like pigs. The whole place was filled with bleak wind and rain, and gloomy clouds.
While crying, Jiang Xi narrowed her eyes - wasn't this the room where she was temporarily placed for a while after being abducted?
"Sister, does your head still hurt?"
Jiang Xi only felt a big bump on the back of her head, and suddenly she remembered that when she was first thrown into this room, she had a hot temper and was indeed hit against the wall by the female kidnapper by grabbing her hair.
"Sister, it doesn't hurt."
Jiang Xi looked at his overly white and tender hands. There were no calluses from middle-aged labor on these hands, and no scary broken fingers.
She realized belatedly and thought: What a coincidence, she... was reborn?
Everything seems hopeless.
It took Jiang Xi less than an hour to confirm that she was not hallucinating - she was indeed reborn.
There is still time for everything.
Jiang Xi didn't ask why the thief God didn't just be kind and send her to the time before she was abducted. Instead, she felt that the timing was just right, and she felt a little indescribable sense of security: perhaps after being abused for so long, being too lucky made her feel uneasy, and a little bit of luck was enough.
Jiang Xi had a deep memory of this tile-roofed house. During the countless days and nights she was beaten and abused in Sangjia Dang, she had simulated escaping countless times in her mind and knew the experience almost by heart.
"Xiaoling, go back and sit down, someone is coming soon."
Sure enough, not long after Jiang Xi finished speaking, the door was pushed open from the outside with a "clang", and the old wooden door in the countryside bounced on the wall.
A rural woman in her thirties with hair like a chicken coop came in, thrashing around: "What are you howling for? Are you all howling? If you howl again, I'll send you to see the King of Hell tonight!"
With a "clang", an iron basin fell to the ground.
Of course, it’s not like at home, where a meal of rice is served with several dishes, and you can pick and choose, and if you don’t like it, you can put down the bowl.
There was a big pot of thin porridge, made from old rice from who knows when, with a few rotten leaves floating on top. Occasionally, you could see the corpses of insects floating there dejectedly. It was common to get your teeth broken by stones when you took a bite.
I ate thin porridge every meal, barely enough to avoid starvation.
Don't want to eat? Sure.
I continued to be hungry for the next two meals.
The beggars will not feel pity for the poor and weak just because you are young - apart from the little bit of human skin on the outside to deceive people, the heart in your chest is probably rotten long ago.
When the iron basin came down, the children who had been crying just now all gathered around and waited to be served porridge.
Most of them were young children like Xiaoling, at the age when they could run and jump and be hated by everyone, but they were all as quiet as chickens and too well-behaved. There were not many children as old as Jiangxi.
There are certain rules for beggars when they kidnap people; they won't take just anyone.
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