When Shi Xi arrived, she was worried that the crows would also throw stones at them, but she didn't expect that these crows were very intelligent and the falling stones deliberately avoided them.
Without further hesitation, he pulled Ji Ruwen over.
"We're here to help!"
As Shi Xi spoke, she raised the clothes rack in her hand and slapped it at the target she had locked onto—
"You rascal! I told you not to throw stones at people! I told you not to throw stones at people!"
Before the blond guy closest to him could even feel happy, he felt a burning pain in his butt.
"Smack!"
"ah!"
"Don't move! You missed! Let's try again!"
"Slap! Slap!"
"Ah! Ah!"
The blond-haired man clutched his backside and tried to run, but then he heard a pleasant yet menacing voice—
"stop."
Huang Mao watched as Shi Xi, who resembled Satan, carried a clothes hanger and walked towards him step by step.
Hearing his accomplices' groans, he couldn't tell if they were being hit or beaten. At this moment, how could Huang Mao listen to Shi Xi? He turned and prepared to run away.
But just then, a familiar figure suddenly appeared directly in front of him.
The person slowly turned around, gradually revealing their full appearance—it was Xiao Can, who had been bullied to death by them.
"!"
"I'm sorry, I know I was wrong..."
Before he could finish speaking, Shi Xi pressed down on his shoulder, rendering him unable to move.
"See? He's come to repay your kindness."
Before Shi Xi could continue speaking, the blond-haired man under his command rolled his eyes and fainted from fright.
Shi Xi: "..." was startled.
The villagers who were watching went from thinking, "Holy crap, who's so saintly as to help these murderers?!" to thinking, "Wow, you can help like this? I've learned something new!"
...
Upon hearing the news, the bureau chief rushed over and looked up in disbelief at the flock of crows carrying pebbles in their beaks. He then walked to Qin Budu's side and cautiously asked, "Mr. Qin, what about these crows?"
He remembered that a crow had landed on Qin Budu earlier, and that was also mentioned in the other person's words.
He felt that tonight's strange phenomena were related to this Mr. Qin.
Faced with the bureau chief's probing, Qin Budu simply sat quietly in his chair, his gaze passing through the window as he observed the radiant Shi Xi, a smile playing on his lips.
"Come and have some water."
"Huh?" the bureau chief said, frowning. "But there's no water here either."
There isn't even a small river in this village, let alone the people they were chasing, who weren't wet at all.
"Bad ideas in his head."
Hearing Qin Budu's almost mocking tone, the bureau chief paused, then suddenly recalled the words Huang Mao had said in the interrogation room: "Have you heard the story of the crow and the pitcher?"
A conclusion immediately formed in my mind.
The two culprits returned one after the other, and Shi Xi overheard their conversation.
He had, of course, noticed the crow that had landed on Qin Budu's shoulder earlier... He had initially thought it was just a coincidence, but now it seemed it certainly wasn't.
He had heard rumors about Qin Budu, but he hadn't taken them seriously. He didn't expect it to be true.
Shi Xi put down the clothes hanger in her hand and looked at Ji Ruwen beside her.
Ji Ruwen didn't speak, but he didn't seem surprised by what had happened tonight.
Ji Ruwen adjusted her glasses, which had slipped down due to the exercise.
He was right.
Being with Xu Youchu is indeed very interesting.
The bureau chief's gaze lingered on the bent and deformed clothes hanger for two seconds.
In his mind, feng shui masters were either jumping rope with yellow paper or acting mysterious and otherworldly in TV dramas.
I never expected that Master Qin's two disciples would be so...unusual.
Especially that little guy named Xu Youchu.
He's utterly cunning.
However, he also felt a sense of relief watching it.
...
With the enthusiastic help of concerned citizens, the suspects returned to the police station less than six hours after they left.
However, unlike last time when they couldn't wait to leave, this time they practically crawled into the police station on their own.
The night shift officers were taken aback by the chaotic scene and the way the two men were crying and walking right into their trap.
"Officer, I want to turn myself in!"
Recalling being chased by crows and pelted with stones, that despairing and suffocating dream, and the haunting ghost of Xiao Can he had just seen, the man pointed a trembling finger at an unconscious man on the ground—
"It was him! He's the one who told us to seal the well with stones!"
"It was also because his son led the way that my son Xiaohu made a mistake in a moment of confusion!"
The person he was pointing to was Huang Mao's father.
He was still a father after all. Even though things had come to this, he still wanted to protect his child, so he pushed all the responsibility onto Huang Mao and his father.
The police officer's expression turned serious, and he said righteously:
"Please come into the interrogation room and tell us everything in detail."
...
Once he regained consciousness, the blond-haired father cried out, "I'm innocent!"
He didn't understand why Xiao Can would still appear in his dreams and demand his life, even though incense was always burning in the house.
"Stop shouting, everyone else has already confessed." The officer slammed his fist on the table. "Confess and you'll be treated leniently; resist and you'll be punished severely."
Shi Xi stood in the interrogation room, watching the man confess his guilt with a dejected expression through the one-way glass.
The blond-haired boy next door, having recovered from his shock, remembered what his father had told him: those under eighteen are not criminally responsible, and felt relieved.
As for Xiao Can's ghost, we'll find someone to make him vanish into thin air after he gets out.
That good-for-nothing dared to scare him!
He confessed to everything when questioned by the police, saying, "Yes, I did it."
He thought he would at most be sent to a juvenile detention center for a few days of education and would not go to jail.
The police officers were at a loss for words regarding his arrogant attitude.
It wasn't until the police officers escorted the blond-haired man to await court judgment that he realized something was wrong.
"I'm not an adult yet, so I won't be held responsible even if I kill someone. Please let me go!"
The police officers were so angry they laughed. They kindly explained the law: "Anyone who is 12 years old but under 14 years old and commits intentional homicide shall bear criminal responsibility."
The blond-haired man was completely stunned, and only then did he truly begin to feel afraid.
...
With the truth coming to light, these people will eventually reap what they sow, and they will face severe legal punishment.
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