Yan Li glanced at him but didn't scold him.
"Four, ah, no, later there was one more, his old, damned father."
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?
What they saw almost overturned Jiang's father and mother's entire outlook on life. Growing up under the red flag, they had the most steadfast materialistic values, did not believe in gods and Buddhas, and were convinced that all ghosts and monsters were feudal superstitions. But then something as mysterious as the Bodhi Heart Grass appeared...
When Jiang's father reached out his hand, Xiaoqian's mind jumped: "Men are disgusting and dirty clay things, dirty! Don't touch Ah Xin!"
Jiang Xi's eyes turned cold.
The Bodhi Heart Grass seemed to sense the low pressure coming from its host, and it stretched out its leaves aggrievedly, touched Jiang's father, and then pulled them back like lightning.
Jiang's mother's focus was elsewhere, "So Xixi...what kind of popularity do you need to use to grow this grass? What if, I mean what if," Jiang's mother stammered, and finally did not dare to say it out loud.
When a magical object appears, children often take it for granted that they are the center of the world and that all magical objects in the world belong to them and serve them. Adults, however, are more realistic and consider more; they don't believe in miracles.
As people get older, the weight of adventure and curiosity in their blood becomes lighter and lighter, while cowardice and reality become heavier and heavier.
Jiang's mother had to consider for Jiang Xi, what if this grass was an evil thing?
The Bodhi Heart Grass took root in Xixi's palm. If it continues to grow, its roots will spread to the blood throughout the body. At that time, will Xixi become the nutrient of this grass, or will the two of them become twins?
Jiang's mother is not a child, she is just a mother.
Like millions of other mothers in the world, she is willing to overcome all difficulties and risk her life for her children.
"Yes, or why don't you ask this grass if it is willing to be transplanted to the palm of its mother's hand?" Jiang's mother asked tentatively, but was directly rejected by Jiang Xi.
Jiang Xi is not a real high school student, so he naturally understands Jiang's mother's concerns.
But her life was given away in vain. It was a blessing in disguise that her parents were safe and sound now. As for the future, who could guarantee it?
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