Chapter 205 Suspect Dongbao
"Don't hit people! Listen to Grandma!" Grandma Tong tried her best to stop Dongbao, but she couldn't, and was pushed aside by the angry crowd.
The middle-aged man being choked felt like he had been bitten by a wild beast; he couldn't shake off Dongbao's hand no matter what he did.
Many people rushed forward to stop Dongbao, shouting, "Lock him up! Put him in a cage!"
"Don't lock Dongbao up!" Dongbao let go of her hand and swung her fist high into the air at the crowd!
Suddenly someone shouted, "Stop, Dongbao!"
Dongbao paused, then looked down at Chen Zhenzhu: "Mother, they bullied me, they want to lock Dongbao up."
Grandma Tong, Lao Jiang, and the others were all surprised to see Dongbao stop.
Grandma Tong said excitedly, "Look, he can control himself. He's sensible. He knows to listen to the police."
Chen Zhenzhu patted Dongbao's arm and said, "It's none of your business. You stay here with me. I'll ask you something later."
Dongbao said excitedly, "Mom, Mom."
Shen Zhenzhu did not correct his form of address. Seeing the officers rushing over, she instructed, "The suspect is familiar with the terrain. I suspect that the suspect in the missing persons case is the same as the suspect in this case. He may be hiding in the alley of the tenement. First, check the footprints to see if anyone appeared in the alley of the Fortune Hotel last night. Also, look for carts, bicycles, and other means of transportation that match the tire tracks."
Groups of officers entered the alley, and the bustling crowd immediately became uneasy. Someone muttered impatiently, "We're not prisoners, what's going on?"
Xiao Bai said to him, "Since this involves a criminal case, we have the right to require your cooperation. If you don't cooperate here, we can cooperate somewhere else."
These words sounded familiar, and Shen Zhenzhu subtly curled her lips into a smile. Back when she joined the criminal investigation team and was still in her probationary period, she had learned these words from Gu Yanzheng.
"Good grief, we can't afford to mess with them, we'll go back and wait." Sure enough, the grumbling people followed the instructions and went home one by one to wait for the inspection, no longer making a fuss or resisting.
Shen Zhenzhu called to apply for a search warrant, starting with the first courtyard to inquire and search: "Have the photos been developed yet?"
Xiaobai said, "They're washed and already sent out."
The resident of courtyard number one was none other than Old Zhang, who had been making the most noise earlier. Following the officers' instructions, Old Zhang's wife brought out both Old Zhang's and her own shoes.
The agents checked the photos of the shoe soles taken by the surveyors and searched around the house for any means of transportation.
Now that the situation had fallen on him, even if it was just a preliminary investigation, Old Zhang was already sweating profusely. Compared to the big scene earlier, this was no joke; one wrong move and he could get shot.
He carefully changed his shoes and walked back and forth across the white paper. Chen Zhenzhu pulled out a sheet, glanced at it, and said to Xiaobai, "The forensic doctor sister I mentioned to you before taught me that when looking at shoe prints, you first need to look at the size to analyze the suspect's height. According to statistics, the length of the shoe print multiplied by 6 to 7 centimeters is roughly equal to the height. Also, look at the pattern on the sole. You see, this is the pattern of a sneaker, with wavy patterns and other anti-slip marks. This is the pattern of a leather shoe, usually straight lines or a checkered pattern."
Chen Zhenzhu picked up another piece of paper and said to Xiaobai, "These kinds of shoes with fine textured soles are usually handmade cloth shoes."
Old Zhang swallowed hard and said flatteringly, "You're absolutely right. I was just walking around in the cloth shoes my wife made."
Shen Zhenzhu then said to Xiaobai, "Another thing to consider is how long and how these shoes have been worn. If the pattern is clear and sharp, they are new shoes; if the pattern is worn smooth, they are old shoes. This can help investigate the suspect's financial situation, but it doesn't rule out the possibility that they bought new shoes to commit the crime. Also, look here. The outer side of the heel is severely worn, which is a clear case of pigeon-toed gait. If the inner side of the forefoot is severely worn, it indicates pigeon-toed gait."
Old Zhang quickly said, "The analysis is absolutely right, I was born with pigeon toes!"
Nothing helps one grow faster than in-person instruction. Xiaobai tried hard to remember the key points Chen Zhenzhu mentioned and asked, "What if it's asymmetrical?"
Chen Zhenzhu picked up a pair of shoes, corresponding to the elderly man with a limp who lived there, and said in contrast, "That might mean he has difficulty walking, or he has a special occupation, such as long-term cycling, sewing machine use, or driving. The most crucial thing is the repair of the soles. The repaired soles and the nails in the saddles are individual characteristics that can serve as strong evidence. Finally, we can judge speed, limping, or weight-bearing based on stride length, stride width, and stride angle. In addition, we can look at the pressure surface and accompanying movements by looking at the marks on the edge of the shoe print, such as cane marks, drag marks, and scratches from slipping."
Xiaobai nodded repeatedly, followed by two or three other operators who were "crashing" the class. Their envy for her being able to be personally guided by Chen Zhenzhu was palpable.
Old Zhang was quickly cleared of suspicion, just like the other suspects in the courtyard.
As Chen Zhenzhu and Xiaobai walked into Courtyard No. 2, Dongbao followed closely behind. Old Zhang and the group of well-meaning people who had finished their inspections also followed behind, moving from room to room.
Courtyard No. 2, Courtyard No. 3, and all the way to Courtyard No. 6, the number of people behind Chen Zhenzhu grew larger and larger. When they arrived at the gate, the onlookers knew not to go in and just watched from a distance.
Before we even entered, an investigator came out carrying a pair of shoes: "Sister Pearl, the shoe print on these shoes matches one of the shoe prints from last night."
Old Jiang, Aunt Liu, and the others in courtyard number six didn't dare to speak, secretly watching Grandma Tong, who was at a loss, and Dongbao, who had entered the house with Chen Zhenzhu.
Dongbao, unaware of the gravity of the situation, reached out to snatch the shoe, shouting, "It's mine! Give it back to Dongbao! Don't bully an idiot!"
The investigators quickly stepped aside and said through the pearl, "Please calm down and don't hit anyone."
Dongbao called out "Mother," but seeing that Shen Zhenzhu didn't speak, he looked around the courtyard, glanced at Lao Jiang and the others, and then looked into the south room. He said anxiously, "Big brother, help me get my shoes, he's bad."
It seemed that once Dongbao decided the other person was "bad," he had a legitimate reason to beat them up. He clenched his fists, ready to strike, and made a "whooshing" sound, like an angry black bear.
"Listen to me, don't hit me." Chen Zhenzhu held Dongbao's hand and pulled Dongbao to a corner of the yard: "I'm going to ask you something, answer truthfully."
"Here, come here!" Dongbao pulled Chen Zhenzhu into the south room and pointed to other photos on the wardrobe mirror, saying, "This is Mother, Mother, look, this is Mother."
Chen Zhenzhu nearly tripped over the threshold when she saw the woman in the photo—an ordinary woman holding a baby boy on the grass in People's Square. She could see her radiant smile, bathed in the winter sun. However, the happy photo, which should have depicted a family of three, was now half-torn.
Xiao Jiang came in, glanced at the situation, and turned back to Lao Jiang with a helpless expression, saying, "Dad, you're doing this again."
Shen Zhenzhu turned around and asked, "What is this?"
Xiao Jiang said, "The photo is of me and my mother. Ever since the divorce, my father thinks about her every time he drinks. I always put the photo away, but he always finds it."
Aunt Liu followed behind and said, "They've been separated for so many years, and she's doing quite well, but Old Jiang still holds a grudge about how he wronged her back then. Otherwise, he wouldn't have lost an arm."
When Shen Zhenzhu saw that Lao Jiang's left arm was inconvenient, and after hearing the reason, she didn't ask any more questions since it involved his family affairs.
Instead, after Dongbao showed Chen Zhenzhu her "mother," she ran off to play in the yard.
Aunt Liu pulled Shen Zhenzhu aside and said, "You should be more tolerant of him, he's a simpleton, there are many things he doesn't understand. He's been without a mother since he was little, he treats other people's mothers as his own, he'll call any pretty girl 'mother', and he'll call anyone who's kind to him 'mother' too."
Xiao Jiang put the photos away again, not wanting Aunt Liu to talk about Dongbao like that, and defended Dongbao, saying, "He's not always that stupid, he knows what's going on. He knows who treats him well and who doesn't."
Little White wandered around the yard, occasionally checking the soles of the shoes. It discovered that Dongbao's tattered cloth shoes had the exact same shoe print as the one found last night. Because the soles were handmade with multiple layers, it took a lot of effort, making the difference easily identifiable.
Grandma Tong couldn't say for sure whether Dongbao had participated or not. She sat helplessly at the door of the small house, watching Dongbao follow Chen Zhenzhu around, and then, as if she had forgotten what had happened, she built a snowman in the yard.
Chen Zhenzhu returned to Dongbao's side and asked him, "Where did you go last night?"
Dongbao pointed to the small house: "It's locked up."
Shen Zhenzhu frowned and glanced into the dimly lit hut with the iron cage. Outside, Old Zhang shouted, "His grandma keeps sneaking him out; who knows if he's even inside!"
"That's right, always running around!"
"He steals chickens and dogs outside, and even robs other people's things."
"Sister Pearl!" Little White, who was wandering around the yard, suddenly shouted, "I've found something."
Xiao Bai emerged from the small house behind Grandma Tong, carrying a blood-stained iron axe. She walked heavily to the door of the south room, saying, "There's blood on it!"
"Put it here." Shen Zhenzhu quickly approached and squatted down in front of the iron axe to examine it.
Aunt Liu exclaimed, "Isn't this the axe that went missing from my house? Dongbao, what did you do with the axe?"
Dongbao pretended not to hear and continued squatting on the ground making snowballs.
Aunt Liu anxiously came to his side, grabbed his ear and said, "Tell me quickly, what did you do with my axe?"
Dongbao roared, "If it's given to me, it's mine!"
Aunt Liu retorted angrily, "I was just joking with you! Who told you to take it out and chop someone's hand off? Tell me, was that hand the one you put in the snowman?!"
Dongbao got angry too. When questioned by Aunt Liu, he actually shouted, "Dongbao put it there! So what if Dongbao put it there?"
Shen Zhenzhu was shocked, and Aunt Liu was so frightened that she backed away repeatedly: "You, you've really caused a huge disaster!"
Hearing this, Old Zhang and the others outside suddenly came to life, jostling and pushing their way in, shouting, "I knew it was him! There's no one else!"
"A fool killed someone! A fool killed someone!"
"He confessed it himself, officers, you should execute him immediately!"
"With witnesses and physical evidence, let's see how Grandma Tong can protect him this time!"
Xiao Bai whispered, "What should we do?"
Shen Zhenzhu squatted in front of the iron axe, frowning as she gestured lightly with her hand and said in a low voice, "You've observed the severed hand, so you should remember that the wound had a trailing cut, right?"
Xiao Bai nodded: "I remember." Chen Zhenzhu asked her to observe, and she looked at it carefully and even drew a simple diagram in her notebook.
Shen Zhenzhu then said, "This is because of insufficient strength, which required dragging and sawing back and forth, resulting in an uneven cut on the severed hand. In particular, the soft tissue was cut multiple times, showing messy and broken marks. The bone wound of the severed hand is also very uneven, with multiple chopping marks and bone fragments, showing a stepped pattern."
Xiao Bai didn't need Chen Zhenzhu to finish speaking, and continued, "But Dongbao is strong and used a sharp, heavy iron axe, so it's impossible for him to have such a wound. It should be neat, at least without so many bone fragments."
Shen Zhenzhu nodded and said, "Yes, it will be very neat, and the soft tissue will be separated cleanly and efficiently, with a V-shaped defect in the wound. It will definitely sever the bone completely in one blow, with a clean break."
Xiao Bai glanced at Dong Bao, who was the target of everyone's criticism, and understood what Chen Zhenzhu meant: perhaps the culprit was not Dong Bao.
Their discussion went unheard by others, while dozens of people outside were clamoring to get rid of Dongbao.
Dongbao stomped her feet angrily, behaving like a child throwing a tantrum.
Because of the small hammer that Chen Zhenzhu was carrying, he looked around and could only make snowballs and throw them outside. However, he was strong, and Old Zhang and others who were hit by the snowballs also joined in the battle, and in no time the yard was full of snowballs.
Dongbao got happier and happier as he played in the snow, thinking that others were having a snowball fight with him. He stood in front of Grandma Tong, arms outstretched, forming a "big" shape. Countless snowballs fell on him, but he didn't feel any pain. He even opened his mouth wide to catch the snowballs.
When there were fewer snowballs left, he quickly knelt down and vigorously made snowballs to throw, laughing as he said, "This is fun! Come and kill me!"
Grandma Tong was so angry she almost fainted. She tapped Dongbao's broad back with her cane from behind: "Don't say such things! Children say the darndest things, ptooey ptooey ptooey!"
Dongbao turned around smugly and excitedly said, "Dongbao won't die, Dongbao has a mother!" Then she taunted the crowd outside, "I did it, come on, come on!"
The noise outside grew louder and louder. Chen Zhenzhu stood up and looked at Dongbao, who was surrounded by police officers: "But we still can't completely rule out suspicion."
Dongbao finally got tired of playing. He foolishly lifted the large vat in the yard, used an iron ladle to break the ice, bit off a piece of ice, and chewed it with a crunching sound.
At this moment, he was the prime suspect, and he even confessed that he was the one who did it. The agents gradually closed in, preparing to receive orders from Shen Zhenzhu.
Just then, Old Zhang shouted from outside again, "Lock him up and take him away, cage and all!"
"Yes, get rid of that stinky, broken cage right away!"
"Lock him up so he can't escape."
Dongbao roared angrily, "Don't lock Dongbao up! Don't lock Dongbao up!" As he spoke, he looked around for something he could use to attack Lao Zhang.
Seeing that he could get agitated so easily, the operators quickly tried to control him.
Dongbao became even angrier at the sight, already imagining himself being locked in the iron cage again, counting down the hours. Usually, no one could help him at this point; even his beloved Grandma Tong would help open the cage door.
Dongbao looked around for a weapon to resist, and a feeling of helplessness welled up in his young heart.
Just then, Shen Zhenzhu suddenly said, "No need to lock him up, I'll take him away."
Dongbao stood there, stunned.
Shen Zhenzhu said to the other operators, "You guys stay away."
Dongbao watched helplessly as the "bad guys" were about to pounce on him. Hearing Chen Zhenzhu's words that she would no longer lock him up, he immediately ran to Chen Zhenzhu and hugged her arm tightly: "Mother, Mother!!!"
Shen Zhenzhu's ears were ringing from his shouts. She tilted her head and rubbed her ears, saying, "Stop yelling. Do you know where the others are?"
Dongbao looked around blankly, then pointed to Lao Zhang and the others and said, "Here."
Shen Zhenzhu said, "Don't play dumb, I know you're not that stupid. I'm talking about the women involved with the severed hand."
Dongbao shook her head, put down Chen Zhenzhu's arm, and whispered, "Dongbao doesn't know."
Grandma Tong walked with difficulty to Chen Zhenzhu's side and asked, "Police officer, will Dongbao ever come back?"
Shen Zhenzhu said to Grandma Tong, and also to the people causing trouble outside: "Although Dongbao has personally admitted that he placed the severed hand, he is a suspect for the time being. However, due to his mental issues, I will take him back for investigation. Please do not be anxious, and please remember that although Dongbao is a suspect, he has not been confirmed as the murderer. The police will solve the case as soon as possible and find the victims. Please remain calm and control your emotions."
Old Zhang and the others outside could tell that Shen Zhenzhu was a leader in the public security bureau and that her word carried weight. They looked at each other but didn't say anything.
Shen Zhenzhu called to Xiaobai and whispered, "I don't trust these people. Grandma Tong is old, so arrange for someone to keep an eye on her to prevent any problems."
Xiao Bai nodded and called over two operators to make the arrangements.
Shen Zhenzhu led Dongbao out by the hand. Dongbao was very happy that his "mother" didn't mind that he was dirty and was willing to hold his hand. He grinned and smiled brightly.
When Lao Zhang and the others saw Dongbao come out, they said all sorts of things. Fortunately, because Chen Zhenzhu was there, they didn't say anything too harsh, nor did they dare to provoke Dongbao.
Dongbao stayed quietly beside Shen Zhenzhu, grinning foolishly with his big teeth. Everyone thought they'd walk to the intersection and catch a ride, but then he suddenly shook off Shen Zhenzhu's hand and started running.
He ran ahead, with Shen Zhenzhu and a group of operators following behind. Shen Zhenzhu was bewildered by his antics and called out, "Dongbao, come back!"
Dongbao ran without looking back. When they were still some distance from No. 6 Courtyard, Old Zhang, who hadn't had time to go back, was so frightened that he quickly grabbed the person next to him to block them in front of him.
Just then, Dongbao suddenly stopped, lifted the cat cage, picked up the ice cubes on the ground, and clumsily stuffed them into the water basin. Then he took a soft sweet potato out of his pocket and put it in as well.
Shen Zhenzhu ran to his side, quietly watching his actions, directing the others to step back, and then stepped forward herself, saying, "Dongbao, did you catch these cats?"
Old Zhang was punched by someone not far away. He covered his face and whispered, "He killed all the cats."
Chen Zhenzhu asked, "Did you see it with your own eyes?"
Old Zhang paused for a moment, then hesitated before saying, "Didn't he just admit it was him—"
Shen Zhenzhu said, "He has mental problems. Unless you witness it yourself and have sufficient witness testimony and physical evidence, his confession will not have any legal effect. As a mentally mature adult, you have repeatedly asserted that Dongbao's criminal behavior is correct. If it is correct, then of course there is no problem. If Dongbao did not do it, then you will be held legally responsible for your actions. I am warning you this time, do not spread rumors. It is not too late to speak after the facts are confirmed!"
Old Zhang was lectured by Shen Zhenzhu, who was the same age as his daughter. With all the neighbors present, his face turned bruised and he said sheepishly, "I know."
Dongbao pulled out the cardboard box that was hidden behind the cat cage. When Chen Zhenzhu saw it, she asked, "Did you hide this?"
"Dongbao stole it." Dongbao proudly beckoned with his finger. Seeing the kittens meowing and acting cute, they all ran over. He reached out and scratched them, then surrounded the iron cage with the cardboard box to shield them from the wind and snow.
Shen Zhenzhu laughed and said, "You're really great. Come on, I'll treat you to something delicious when we get to my place."
Knowing that the kittens belonged to Dongbao, they no longer harbored any resentment towards their owner. Chen Zhenzhu then instructed the other operators beside her, "Don't let anyone hurt them. Ask about the arrangements later."
"Yes, Sister Pearl."
Dongbao secretly held Chen Zhenzhu's hand, grinning foolishly with her big teeth: "Mom, Mom is so good."
Not only is he skilled with the little hammer, but he's also fast at picking up stones, preventing others from locking him up, and even managing to subdue bad guys without lifting a finger! In the end, he still cares about his friends.
Chen Zhenzhu didn't notice the admiration in Dongbao's eyes as she picked him up and put him in the police car.
In the car, Chen Zhenzhu asked Dongbao again, "You really don't know where the others are?"
Dongbao looked out the car window and exclaimed, "So fast, such fast wheels!"
Shen Zhenzhu frowned, knowing she couldn't be too harsh with the mentally challenged man; angering him might result in another beating, damaging the glorious image of the People's Police. But the injured hand belonged to a woman, whose life was uncertain, and every second counted.
The only person who might know is a mentally challenged person, which troubled Shen Zhenzhu. If he really knew where the victim was, how did he know? Did he imprison the victim, or did he discover someone else's crime scene? Was he instigated to participate in the crime?
Many questions swirled in Shen Zhenzhu's mind. But Dongbao was determined not to speak; no one could make him reveal his secret.
Just after the police car left, another group of people arrived at the courtyard.
They were Feng Le's mother and relatives who rushed over upon hearing the news, as well as Zhou Xiaoyang, Wang Jingjing's and their friends and family.
When Feng Le's mother heard from people in Beigang that the police had found clues, she went to the Beigang dock to inquire. She asked her way to the tenement, and when she got there, she heard that the murderer had been found. This prompted her to call over the others as well.
When they arrived, they were overjoyed, only to find that things were not as simple as they had imagined. With the help of some people in the tenement who didn't like to stir up trouble, they all flocked to the entrance of the No. 6 tenement.
The officers who were still investigating in the No. 6 courtyard surrounded them and shouted, "Please do not come in, family members of the victims. The case is still under investigation. Please remain calm!"
Feng Le's mother cried out in anguish, "Someone is dead! I know someone is dead! Who is it? Tell us who it is?!"
The remaining team leader quickly walked over and said, "It hasn't been confirmed that anyone has died yet. As the families of the victims, please don't panic and please remain calm."
"It's not your family member who's missing, of course you're not panicking!" Wang Jingjing's husband, his eyes swollen, pushed aside his brother's support and rushed forward angrily, saying, "The culprit has already been caught, why don't you find out where the victim is? Why are you stalling for time?!"
The team leader explained, "There are procedures for handling cases, and the circumstances are special, so we can't use the usual procedures for interrogation. Our team discovered this place very quickly; the case is progressing faster than expected, and things are developing in a positive direction."
"What's so good about it? Just because not everyone is dead is good?!" Not only did Zhou Xiaoyang's family members come, but also some of the students' parents, who had received her care on a regular basis, also came.
Wang Jingjing's husband shoved the team leader and pointed at the people in courtyard number six, saying, "You are all accomplices. How could so many grown men be caught by an idiot? They must be hiding. Yes, you are all definitely accomplices!"
"Go inside and look!"
"Charge in and find them!"
More than twenty angry people ignored the officers' attempts to stop them and rushed into courtyard number six. They searched every room, and someone saw Guan Dongbao's iron cage. Standing at the door, he pinched his nose and said, "There's a stinking iron cage. They must be locked up here!"
Feng Le's mother stepped forward and saw the empty iron cage. She staggered, knelt on the ground, and wailed, "Where are they? Where have they all gone?"
Grandma Tong was dragged out by them, and a group of people interrogated her, surrounding her and questioning her: "You are a relative of the murderer, tell me, where did you hide them?"
Grandma Tong's pale face was almost the same color as her white hair. She was old, and her lips trembled as she murmured, "I don't know, I don't know. Please believe Dongbao. He's a good boy. I told him not to do bad things."
"Who would believe a fool? You've been aiding and abetting evil!"
"What could an idiot know? I heard they used to kill cats and dogs for fun. Now they've killed people for fun, are you happy?"
"My poor daughter, is she dead or alive?"
The angry relatives of the victims stormed into Grandma Tong's north room, ransacking the place and throwing everything out into the yard, searching for any possible clues.
After the team leader finished his call with Chen Zhenzhu, he saw that they were pressuring the elderly woman, so he quickly helped Grandma Tong, who was sitting on the ground, and persuaded the family members not to get agitated.
But the family members were blinded by days of panic and anger and wouldn't listen to anything. They continued to surround Grandma Tong and smash the things she had used all her life.
If it weren't for Grandma Tong's advanced age, they would have interrogated her thoroughly!
Just then, Old Jiang rushed out from behind the house with a shovel! He waved it wildly and shouted, "You dare to bully people in my yard? You've all had enough of living!"
Xiao Jiang also found a table leg, rushed up to Grandma Tong, pointed at Wang Jingjing's husband and the others who were leading the group, and said: "You broke the law by trespassing, so you deserve to be beaten!"
Aunt Liu carried the frail Grandma Tong into her room. The woman in the next room, a family of four with their child, dared not utter a sound.
Old Jiang walked forward with a shovel in his hand. He seemed to really want to hit someone, slamming the shovel hard on the ground, causing sparks to fly.
Wang Jingjing's husband was pulled back a few steps. The victims' families were intimidated by Lao Jiang's attitude and nervously retreated towards the door under the guidance of the officers.
The officers couldn't very well use restraints or guns on the emotionally charged victim's family, so they gave Lao Jiang and his team a grateful look. Even though it was a public dispute, it was better than the police physically assaulting the victim's family.
After the victims' families left the courtyard, Lao Jiang tried to rush over to grab a shovel and hit them. The team leader, trying to protect Wang Jingjing's husband, took a blow to the shoulder and, clutching his shoulder, said, "Lao Jiang, put the shovel down!"
Xiao Jiang quickly hugged Lao Jiang and said to the team leader, "My dad was so angry that they bullied Grandma Tong, so he put it down. Here, take the shovel."
Xiao Jiang patted Lao Jiang on the back, and seeing him let out a deep sigh, said helplessly, "Go inside and rest, look how angry you are. I'll help Grandma Tong clean up."
Grandma Tong sat weakly in Aunt Liu's house, looking at the mess of her precious belongings in the yard, and said in a low voice, "How can I live like this? How am I supposed to get by?"
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Author's Note: Little Jiang's real name is Jiang Yuan'an.
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