Chapter 53 Chapter 53 I don’t have any fever-reducing medicine
I stayed in the small dark room for a whole week.
During this period, apart from the prison guards who came to visit me three times a day, morning, noon and evening, there was no one else who could talk to me.
But even during the brief meal delivery, the guards were reluctant to give me a glance, their gaze filled with disdain and disgust for a serious murder suspect from the lower classes. The hand that handed me the plate quickly retracted, fearing it might be contaminated by the garbage from the lower classes.
I feel very proud every time this happens.
I'm dying of laughter. You don't think I'd feel ashamed, do you? Your conceit is in vain, because I, Xiaobai, have no dignity at all.
Not only do I have no dignity, I am also vindictive, ungrateful, and petty.
So one day when the prison guard brought me food, I pretended to accidentally touch his hand.
He quickly shrank back, his face full of fear.
I looked apprehensive and said, "Sorry, I bumped into you."
"I didn't mean to go to the toilet without washing my hands. It was just lunchtime and I was too hungry to wash my hands."
Prison Guard: ...
Me: Hehehe!
After disgusting the prison guard and leaving, I took my bowl of rice back to my little corner, squatted down, and stuffed a mouthful of rice into my mouth with a spoon.
The great thing about Uptown is that even suspects get to eat freshly prepared, hot meals. Unlike the slums, where you're locked up in a dark room and not even given a couple of pre-made meals, you're thankful to be given two compressed biscuits.
I have always been very pious about food. I chew slowly and use my tongue to carefully distinguish the texture and taste of the food.
When I eat something hard, I push it against my cheek without changing my expression and continue eating.
Not long after, the new prison guard came to collect the plates.
I looked at the familiar, handsome young beta officer and smiled with surprise. "It's you. It's been a while, and you look even better than before."
The handsome young police officer was stunned for a moment, then lowered his head with red ears, "I just came to help my friend deliver food once, and I won't come again."
"Is that so... But I still want to thank you for coming to see me." I looked sincere and gentle, then frustrated. "I've been staying here these days, and no one I know has come to see me once. You're the only one. I'm really grateful to you."
The young officer's face flushed. He put the plates back into the dining cart, nervously glanced around to make sure no one was around, and then whispered to me, "I, I believe you're innocent. You're a good person, and you definitely wouldn't kill anyone."
Then you guessed wrong, I was the one who killed him.
"Thank you for your trust." I rubbed my red eyes. "With your words, I will have no regrets even if I am really sent to the execution platform."
"Don't say that." The young police officer felt sad with me.
If time was available, he would have stayed and cried with me.
After watching the small window locked again and no longer hearing footsteps, I climbed back onto the small iron bed and covered myself with the quilt.
It is noon now, even the people watching the surveillance will have a brief moment of relaxation, which is just the right time for me to do something bad.
With the little light coming through the gap in the quilt, I took the thing out of my cheek, opened it, and tried to make out the tiny words on it.
The more I looked down, the more the corners of my mouth turned up.
I tried hard to suppress my excessive excitement, but the corners of my mouth couldn't stop rising. Finally, I thought that since I was in bed anyway, I might as well laugh silently and unrestrainedly, making my shoulders tremble.
"What are you doing!"
My eyes suddenly lit up, and the prison guard lifted my quilt with a look of suspicion on his face.
My eyes were red and tears were hanging in the corners of my eyes. I looked frightened by him. "Officer, what's wrong?"
"What are you doing hiding under the covers?"
I felt wronged and angry, but I didn't dare to lose my temper. I could only wipe my tears cowardly and said, "No, nothing, I just miss home."
The prison guard sneered, "You're an orphan, where can you find a home?"
“…The slums are my home.”
The prison guard rolled his eyes, pulled me up from the small, broken bed, handcuffed me and dragged me out.
He dragged me out of the small dark room. Thinking of a possibility, I resisted fiercely and stepped back in fear. "Officer, where are we going?"
The prison guard turned around and gave a malicious smile, "Of course I'll send you to where you should go."
I was dragged into the police car and driven towards a road that was becoming increasingly familiar.
The scenery outside the car window quickly receded, and the beautifully designed buildings gradually disappeared, replaced by lush plants.
But people did not disappear, but increased in number.
When reporters and photographers in various costumes saw the police car, they chased after it like vultures seeing carrion.
Wow, it seems that the deputy commander wants to quickly end the public opinion and even turn the tables.
Look, aren’t these reporters who smelled something rushing to come up and report?
I was pulled out of the car and was greeted by a flash of light as bright as the sun.
They pushed forward frantically, and the police set up a cordon around the area to clear a smooth path, and then pressed me towards the scene where the corpse was found.
It was an abandoned factory that had frequently suffered worker deaths due to inadequate safety measures in the early years, and these incidents were not properly addressed. Later, it was shut down because a wealthy second-generation worker who came to inspect was accidentally killed by a falling scalding water pipe.
Since then, the factory has been abandoned and no one has taken over.
As I walked forward, familiar white dots appeared in my sight.
The man had a blank expression, black eyes, black hair, and was wearing a mask and gloves.
There was a little dust on his white coat, but he just patted it off a few times and ignored it.
The reporters excitedly handed the microphone to him, trying to get something out of him, but he just answered with a few random words.
"Here we are," the officer said.
I looked at the forensic doctor in front of me with a panicked expression. I glanced at his work badge and said nervously, "Forensic Doctor Qi, I, I really didn't kill anyone! You have to believe me!"
"Your words don't count, only the evidence counts," said Forensic Doctor Qi.
Without giving me time to explain myself, they pushed me to a scene filled with mannequins.
Six human models were laid out in a row, even with photos of the deceased pasted on them.
No, how could this group of people take it upon themselves to assign identities to corpses?
Even I, a murderer, can’t tell the difference!
"What are you doing!" I stepped back. "I didn't kill anyone! Don't even think of making me admit to something I didn't do!"
Forensic Doctor Qi squatted in front of the first body and began to explain to the reporters the process and order of the killer's dismemberment.
"Analysis indicates the killer is an adult alpha or beta, between 175 and 180cm tall, very strong, brutal, and well-versed in human tissue."
"Since the victims were all alphas with high social status, we conclude that the killer's motive for murder was resentment."
"Everyone knows that mediocre betas always attribute their failures to their gender. But this society already favors betas and omegas enough."
"So you think the murderer is this beta woman from the slums, right?" a reporter asked impatiently.
Forensic Doctor Qi raised his eyebrows. "Until the truth comes out, I won't suspect anyone."
It's my turn.
"The murder weapon is a 20cm dagger with a slightly curved blade." As soon as Forensic Doctor Qi finished speaking, the prison guards stuffed the dagger into my hand and pressed it next to the model.
The camera was pointed at me.
I gritted my teeth, and my eyes were no longer filled with fear, but anger.
Facing the camera, I began my performance.
"Don't you think it's ridiculous? I was just involved in the Sinluoya murder case and was ready to seek justice for the hundreds of thousands of people who died, and now I've killed six people!"
"Is this possible? At such a critical moment, I would actually kill someone!"
The reporters were stunned by my question, and then a startling predatory light flashed in everyone's eyes as they surrounded me. "Are you saying someone is deliberately framing you?"
"But the slums are where the rebels gather. What evidence do you have to prove that you didn't learn the killing techniques from the rebels?"
"Do you really harbor resentment towards alphas just because you're a beta?"
One excited reporter even broke through the cordon and came to the front. "Are you trying to say that the deputy commander framed you to protect himself?"
As soon as the words fell, the whole audience exclaimed.
I threw the dagger to the ground and said, "I don't know! I just want justice. Why did you order the bombing of the slums?"
"I also want to ask you, why are you so indifferent to the hundreds of thousands of people who died, but instead care about an alpha who forced an innocent child to jump to his death three years ago!"
"I want to ask you, and the deputy leader who is watching right now, what exactly is in that box!"
The officers realized something was wrong. "The prisoner is agitated. Everyone, step back and pay attention to your personal safety!"
They pinned me to the ground again, just like they had done when they broke into the archives room at the courthouse.
However, the reporters did not retreat. Instead, they rushed to the scene, holding up their microphones and cameras, and broadcast all the records of the scene to major news media in Shangxing City.
This time I didn't let them suppress me. Instead, I tried to hold my neck high. "I didn't kill anyone! The one who killed people was the culprit who ordered the bombing of the slums!"
I don't know who it was, but a voice came through the crowd and asked me, "How do you explain being at the scene at 5:45 a.m. on July 29th?"
"Someone sent me a message that day asking me to come over!" I shouted. "I arrived at the scene and saw them killing people! Six people were dead!"
"You can't prove that you didn't kill these six people!"
My chest heaved violently, my eyes reddened as I stared straight at the reporter, "I can!"
"Because the six deceased did not die in the same way at all!"
"They're not all alphas, there's a beta female too!"
I tried to prove myself at the top of my lungs.
When the police officers wanted to take me back by force, I struggled against the restraints again, picked up the dagger on the ground and threw it hard towards somewhere in the factory!
"Bang!"
The dagger hit the rusty iron can, the old screws loosened, and finally there was a loud noise.
“Crash—”
The foul-smelling water rushed out in torrents.
A female corpse that was severely decomposed by water was washed out by the current and caught the eyes of everyone.
The whole place was silent.
My hands were shaking, and the tears I had been holding back finally flowed. "I know her. She's my friend from the slums. She's not a rebel. She's a friend who's fighting for justice for hundreds of thousands of people!"
“Crack!”
The flash went off.
Immediately afterwards, a crowd surged and surrounded the corpse, devouring the scene with cameras and words, and couldn't wait to share the corpse with everyone outside the screen.
The police officers were busy maintaining order and no one cared about me as a suspect anymore.
Medical Examiner Qi stood beside me and, taking advantage of the brief period when no one was paying attention, he complained to me in a low voice, "Do you know how much trouble it is to move a body from the morgue?"
"Oh, is it more troublesome than destroying and falsifying the information about those six corpses? Ge Xin also helped you, so don't complain to me about being tired."
"I'm so annoying, you just order me around." Qi Yuan glared at me coquettishly, "And what's your relationship with Ge Xin? Are you interested in him again? You've really got an appetite, bringing anyone into bed."
I ignored Qi Yuan's complaints and didn't have the energy to explain.
Even when the camera wasn't on me, I didn't forget to manage my facial expressions. I felt the sadness and pain of my best friend's death and being falsely accused of murder, as well as the determination and relief of having made up my mind not to be a coward anymore.
In short, the image of a righteous and tolerant lower-class person is created.
But as I was acting, I found that I actually had similar emotions.
The tears kept falling down as if they were real.
I fuck all of their fathers and grandfathers, why should the whole world kiss me when a bitch dies?
Why did no one care when tens of thousands of people died in the slums?
I was so angry that I wanted to drag all the reporters who were busy taking pictures in front of me and kill them all. But the ones who should have died were not the reporters, but the people behind them.
Deputy Captain, do you like the gift I gave you?
I tried to play public opinion games with you, but you refused. You tried to kill me by cutting off my support. Not only did you fail to kill me, you also tried to use the evidence of my counterattack to harass me.
You are so patient that you sent six people to take turns.
I'm different. I'm just a rough, low-class bastard with only enough patience for one play.
Kirsty has already sent the bodies of the six people to the military area, and there is no way you can get them back.
As for the six bodies at the crime scene and the body just discovered?
This is also your fault for being so anxious to deal with me that you didn't realize how much the people below you can do to please their superiors.
What's more, the people who do this are mine?
"Bai Wuyong?" Seeing that I didn't respond, the person next to me poked me with his elbow.
I glanced over impatiently and saw that he had unbuttoned his shirt because he was too hot.
The collar was unzipped, revealing the skin underneath. Sweat flowed down the neck and fell into the milky-colored cleavage.
I almost whistled, "What are you doing!"
Qi Yuan covered his face with a folder in one hand and ripped open his collar with the other, revealing the red knot inside. "It's so hot, can't I get some fresh air?"
Seeing that I kept looking inside, he curled the corners of his mouth, pulled his little finger on the collar, picked up a thin rope, and then pulled it high.
“Bang!”
It was a small sound, like a crisp slap, as if it was hit by my hand.
I was wondering why this guy's shirt was of such poor quality, it turns out they cut corners!
"I can't solve it. Find some time and help me solve it." Qi Yuan said.
I turned my face away, but my hand quickly reached in and pulled the rope while no one was paying attention.
After hearing the crisp sound, I quickly retracted my hand and said righteously, "Your temperature is very high. Are you having a fever? I don't have any medicine to reduce the fever. Just hold on a little longer."
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