"No!" the principal and instructors screamed in terror, their voices filled with despair.
The lighter in the boy's hand instantly ignited the liquor on the ground, and flames leaped up like a ferocious beast, baring their fangs and claws in the darkness.
"Bye-bye, enjoy this feast!" The boy waved arrogantly at them, then turned and left resolutely.
The flower bed, which was hiding in the shadows, turned and ran in fright: "The fire is too big!" Han Fei also grabbed his precious granddaughter and ran for his life. He never expected that this young man would be so crazy.
Ten meters away from the school, he gazed at the school burning fiercely in the darkness, and the initial excitement on the boy's face was gradually replaced by a deep sense of desolation.
He had achieved his revenge, using the very thing that had killed his father to set those guys ablaze. But revenge brought not happiness, but a profound loneliness that seeped into his very bones.
Originally, revenge was his mission and his obsession, but when it all ended, life seemed to have lost its purpose.
He slowly walked to the police station entrance and stood there for a long time. The police officer on duty saw him and noticed something was wrong, so he quickly went up to him and asked, "Young man, why aren't you home so late at night? What are you doing standing in front of the police station?"
The boy looked up, and the policeman was startled when he saw the shocking burn scars on his face: "Kid, what happened to the scars on your face?"
The boy shook his head: "It's okay, it's already scabbed over, it doesn't hurt anymore." A few days ago, when the instructor punished a student for stealing a cigarette butt by setting the student on fire, he went to save the student and was unfortunately burned.
"Uncle, I'm very hungry. I haven't eaten in a long time," he asked in a hoarse voice. "Could you treat me to a meal?"
The police officer paused for a moment, then looked at the child, who was about the same age as his own, and his heart softened: "Come on, I'll take you to eat fried noodles. The fried noodles across from the police station are delicious."
"Thank you, Uncle." He smiled shyly.
The boy had an astonishingly large appetite. He ate one bowl of fried noodles, then two bowls, and finally three bowls before he was finally full.
"Thank you, Uncle. Uncle, I want to give you a reward." With that, the young man stretched out his hand: "Please arrest me. I committed arson and murder."
"What!" The policeman was startled. "Kid, you can't just say things like that."
Just then, a fire truck drove by on the road, and the policeman's expression grew even more serious as he heard its siren.
The young man smiled with relief: "It's too late to go now, they're all dead."
The police looked at the child in shock. His face was so innocent and childlike. What had this child gone through?
The police officer didn't handcuff him, but just sighed and said, "Come back to the police station with me. If you have any grievances, we can talk about them there."
He simply couldn't believe that such a child could commit arson and murder.
Until the police received news that a school had been burned down and everyone inside had been burned to death—no students, only school staff.
To the firefighters' disbelief, when they entered the fire scene and extinguished the fire, they found a blackened iron cage containing a group of people whose faces were burned beyond recognition.
They were locked in iron cages, so when the fire started, they couldn't escape and were essentially burned alive.
Based on the on-site investigation, the fire was arson, originating from the iron cage, with the clear purpose of burning the people inside to death...
Police officers quickly arrived at the scene. Several officers recalled taking statements earlier, in which a teenager turned himself in, claiming that he had committed arson and murder, killing dozens of people.
At the time, they thought the boy had mental problems and was talking nonsense, but when they saw the horrific scene before them, they had to believe that a boy of only thirteen years old had committed such a heinous crime.
The group of people who escaped from the school searched everywhere for Han Chengshan, but to no avail. In the end, they could only wander the streets like a group of unemployed people.
Some elderly women who were dancing in the square were terrified when they saw this group of thin, destitute teenagers, several of whom had tattoos. They immediately called the police, fearing that these homeless people might harm passersby.
Tang Shan, known as Brother Shan, was covered in tattoos. He said with a stern face, "I can't rob people. If my grandfather finds out I robbed someone, he'll definitely hang me up and beat me for ten days and ten nights!"
"What should we do? We can't find our benefactor, and we have nowhere to go. Are we really going to become vagrants?"
"Let me think of something, please stop arguing!"
Ten long minutes passed, and everyone lost patience, urging, "Brother Shan, have you thought of a solution yet?"
Tang Shan said sullenly, "If all else fails, let's go to the police station."
"Go to the police station? Yes, we can go to the police station to report the case!"
"That school doesn't treat us like human beings at all; we should report it to the police!"
"But how do we report it to the police?"
"We don't have cell phones!"
Just as they were fretting over this, a police car suddenly appeared.
"Police car! Stop it!"
"Yes! Wave and stop it!"
"It stopped on its own, but why are the police walking towards us with batons in hand?"
"Could it be that those school instructors were released and then called the police to arrest us?"
"That principal seems to have some connections. Could it be that he's contacted someone to arrest us?"
"Run! Don't let these policemen catch you!"
The group scattered like birds and beasts, running for their lives.
They were filled with fear; if they were caught and taken back, they couldn't imagine what they would face.
They might not even survive, and could end up buried in the mountains behind the village, fed to the dogs.
"stop!"
"Don't run!"
These teenagers were already too hungry to run, and they had already used up a lot of energy fighting the other person. They couldn't run at all, and they were all caught by the police after only a short time.
"Officer, please, I don't want to go back to school!"
"We'll be killed! Don't take us back to school!"
The boys cried and screamed, their faces covered in tears and snot.
At this moment, the police were also very confused. They had received a report that there was a group of unemployed people behaving strangely and looking dangerous.
When they arrived, they found that the teenagers were indeed acting strangely. They were all gathered together and looked like destitute and listless young men. They even dared to stop a police car, which was highly suspicious.
Before they could even ask what was going on after getting off the bus, the teenagers scattered and ran away. What else could this be but a guilty conscience?
So they gave chase and caught them all. They were worried that a few might escape with so many people, but who would have thought that these teenagers, though young, were actually very weak and ran out of energy after only a short distance.
"Tell me honestly, what are you all doing here?"
"Are you plotting something?"
"Tell me, why did you run when you saw the police!" the police officers demanded.
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