"several?"
Xiao Liu's throat tightened.
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?
"Twenty-eight."
Inside the small interrogation room, Yan Li flipped through the files in his hands, conducting routine interrogations without any emotion. Beside him, Xiao Liu, a new recruit, lowered his head and wrote furiously.
Across from the interrogation table was a lifeless woman with a sallow complexion and wrinkles appearing prematurely at the corners of her eyes. She was wearing a gray, tattered cotton-padded jacket with seven or eight patches on it. She was clearly still in her prime, but seemed to have already entered the twilight years of her life.
The prisoners who came here either cursed or cried for mercy, but this woman kept her head down from beginning to end, only nodding and shaking her head occasionally in response, and her quiet cooperation was too much.
Yan Li didn't care either.
As the second-in-command of the Gui City Criminal Branch, he handles thousands, if not tens of thousands, of cases every year. His heart has long been tempered into a hard, smelly stone that is not easily shaken.
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