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?
If the drug problem is solved, then the transportation method can be solved...
"If the Bodhi Heart Grass wants to survive, then I, its host, must not die either, right?" Jiang Xi tried to bargain. "Since it can't die, how about giving it credit first?"
Unexpectedly, the lead-printed characters that were slow just now reacted very quickly this time: "No, unless..."
There is a door.
Jiang Xi stroked the soft leaves in his palm, waiting for the printed words to continue.
"You owe me one hundred, pay me two hundred."
Jiang Xi has a slight toothache.
Popularity is something that cannot be seen or touched. How can she win the favor of so many people? She is not RMB, so how can she be loved by everyone?
In his previous life, Jiang Xi was trapped in a remote mountain valley for many years, but he didn't even have a rope to hang himself because he believed in the iron rule that "things will work out when the time comes". Now he is not worried about the debts he has and just wants to escape from this den of thieves first.
Sun Ting's light snoring beside his ear was annoying, so Jiang Xi turned over and closed his eyes silently.
conscience……
In many cases, conscience is something that can be less used.
Jiang Xi didn't want to look at Sun Ting's face, but for some reason, her heart felt heavy as if a stone was tied to it, making it hard for her to breathe.
Jiang Xi turned over again.
The sounds of playing cards could be heard outside the main hall. For these beggars, apart from negotiating with the buyers once every two weeks, they had nothing to do most of the time.
The effect of the drug gradually took effect. Jiang Xi closed his eyes slightly, thinking about his own things silently. Before he fell asleep, the door was pushed open from the outside with a "clang". A dark shadow staggered and was pushed in heavily. With a scolding mutter, he fell on the straw mattress beside Jiang Xi.
Jiang Xi suddenly opened his eyes.
It was a dark night, with only a tiny ray of light coming through the crack in the door.
The black shadow just now curled up into a ball, its body trembling slightly. If it weren't for the heavy breathing that still indicated signs of life, the whole person would be no different from dead.
Even after eating the porridge with "added ingredients", some children were still woken up by the noise.
They looked towards Jiang Xi as usual, then turned over and continued to sleep.
In this precarious place, no one has any extra kindness to share with others - even the innocent children are prematurely matured by fear and anxiety.
Logically, in the darkness of the past ten years that Jiang Xi had lived through, this memory was so insignificant that it should not have been remembered, but she found that she remembered it very clearly.
She knew very well who was being pushed in. It was a boy in his teens who should still be in junior high school. His face was delicate and pretty like a doll, but he was extremely unruly and disobedient, and was often called out by the group of beggars to be taught a lesson.
Needless to say, this child must have been severely scolded again outside, and he will probably have to lie down and unable to move for several days.
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