The villagers of Shenjia Village stared wide-eyed at the scene before them, their faces filled with anger.
"What on earth is going on? What are these people trying to do?!" someone in the crowd couldn't help but shout.
The village chief stepped forward with a serious expression. His gaze swept over everyone present, and he said loudly, "Alright, stop arguing with these guys. Tie them up and take them straight to the police station!"
Before the words were even finished, two or three strong villagers immediately sprang into action, dashing towards the brigade headquarters like arrows released from a bow. A short while later, they returned to the scene carrying a bundle of thick rope.
Then, several agile villagers quickly tied up the perpetrators.
The village chief carefully selected a dozen strong and powerful men, four of whom were responsible for lifting the cold corpse, while the others surrounded it. The group set off for the town in a menacing manner.
Seeing that things were not going well, the people from Majia Village kept pleading and begging for forgiveness along the way.
However, the village chief remained unmoved. He waved his hand, signaling everyone to ignore the people's pleas for mercy.
Everyone remained silent and quietly quickened their pace.
After an hour's journey, the villagers finally arrived at the police station.
At this moment, the police officers on duty at the gate were quite frightened when they saw such a large group of people coming in.
"Hey, what are you doing?" the police officer asked loudly, looking at the crowd warily.
Without hesitation, the village chief strode forward. When he reached the policeman, he straightened his back and solemnly introduced himself.
"I am the village chief of Shenjia Village. Today, these people from Majia Village came to our village to cause trouble and tried to extort money and kidnap people, so we kidnapped them and brought them here. Please, officers, handle this matter properly!"
"Then come in with me." The young policeman waved his hand sternly, signaling the people behind him to follow him.
He strode confidently through the police station's gate.
At this moment, the police officers who were busy packing up and preparing to go home heard a series of noisy footsteps and commotion coming from the doorway and looked up towards it.
When they saw such a large group of people rushing in, they couldn't help but feel a sense of vigilance and immediately became on guard.
Just then, an older-looking policeman strode out from the crowd. He was tall and upright, with sharp eyes like an eagle, exuding an imposing aura.
He stared directly at the group of strangers and asked loudly, "What exactly are you doing here?" His voice was loud and authoritative, as if it could intimidate the souls of everyone present.
Faced with the older policeman's questioning, the village chief, who was leading the crowd, stepped forward without hesitation and answered indignantly.
"Officer, we are the victims! These people came to our village and caused trouble, making the village a mess."
"I came here specifically to report this to you, hoping you can uphold justice!" As he spoke, the village chief angrily clenched his fist to express his anger and dissatisfaction.
After listening to the village chief's explanation, the old policeman nodded slightly, indicating his understanding.
Then, he turned to his colleagues behind him and instructed, "Come on, take them to the interrogation room to get a detailed understanding of the situation. Be quick about it!"
After saying that, he personally led the group of people toward the recording room.
After entering the interrogation room, the veteran policeman looked around and then pointed to several tables in the room, saying, "Alright, everyone, stop standing there. A few of you, sit down separately and give your statements. Remember to truthfully recount the events and details."
After everyone had sat down as instructed, the old policeman scanned the room with keen eyes, finally fixing his gaze on the village chief and asking directly.
"So, who is the victim here?" This question is like a sharp sword, piercing straight to the core of the incident.
Just then, Shen Xiaoxiao took a deep breath, bravely stepped forward, and shouted, "Officer, it's me!"
Her voice was clear and firm, instantly attracting the attention of everyone present.
The experienced old policeman looked up, his gaze falling on Shen Xiaoxiao. He nodded slightly and said calmly, "Then come here and tell me the details of what happened."
Shen Xiaoxiao obediently walked up to the old policeman and slowly sat down in the chair opposite him.
The old policeman had already prepared paper and pen, ready to write down every word she said.
Shen Xiaoxiao composed herself and began to recount the whole story in an orderly manner.
She first recalled her initial encounter with that group of people, who approached her anxiously, begging her to help treat their patients.
She then described the scene of the village chief's sudden appearance and the series of conflicts that followed.
She vividly described everyone's words, actions, and even the subtle changes in their expressions, leaving nothing out.
Meanwhile, in another interrogation room, the village chief sat upright, earnestly recounting the events to the police officer in charge of the questioning.
What he said was exactly the same as what Shen Xiaoxiao wrote, except that he heard the villagers talking about carrying people from Majia Village to see a doctor, and remembering what happened three days ago, he was worried and came to check.
As for Dai Xingyun and Xiahou Jie, they arrived later.
Subsequently, seeing that the situation was not good, Dai Xingyun told the village chief to rush out to find people to come and help, and they eventually succeeded in bringing the situation under control.
Meanwhile, the bound villagers of Majia Village, who were in the interrogation room, were already pale with fright.
Faced with the police's stern questioning, they dared not hide anything any longer and honestly and truthfully confessed their every word and deed.
Time flew by, and soon everyone was gathered in the lobby of the police station.
The old policeman held a thick stack of records and carefully flipped through each page.
He sometimes frowned, sometimes nodded slightly, clearly carefully comparing whether each person's statement matched the others.
Finally, after reading all the statements, a satisfied smile appeared on his face.
Because the contents of these transcripts are basically the same, even the accounts of the Ma family are identical.
"I'll lock these people up. You're done here now, you can go home!" the old policeman said.
The village chief quickly stepped forward to express his gratitude and led a group of people out of the police station.
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