"What are you all standing there for? Hurry up and come in!"
"Oh, oh, oh!" Han Chengshan and Little Fatty slunk into the room.
Uncle Tie yelled outside, "Get out of here! What are you all looking at!"
With a loud bang, the door was slammed shut.
Back in his room, Han Chengshan cautiously glanced at Uncle Tie, but when Uncle Tie looked at him, he pretended to look away.
Uncle Tie was amused by his furtive appearance: "Do you think I have any other choice?"
Han Chengshan hung his head and said, "I'm sorry, I couldn't keep my promise."
"Actually, I didn't lose out either. Leaving that stingy boss who could only give 9,999 yuan, I can still get 28,000 yuan here, which is almost three times more."
"So you've agreed to be my bodyguard!" Han Chengshan's eyes lit up.
“I couldn’t find a dumber employer than you, daring to keep two murderers around you. You’re really bold.”
Little Fatty lowered his head and rubbed his hands vigorously on his pants, as if trying to wipe something away.
Han Chengshan didn't understand at first, but when he saw Xiao Pang's unusual behavior, he remembered that Xiao Pang had stabbed Sang Biao to death.
He grabbed Little Fatty and pulled him to the door, muttering, "Little Fatty, did you have a nightmare last night?"
Little Fatty shook his head.
"You're really amazing. I saw on TV that the protagonist had nightmares all night after his first murder."
Little Fatty sighed: "Brother Shan, I didn't sleep all night, how could I have had a dream?"
Are you afraid of having nightmares when you fall asleep?
Little Fatty shook his head: "No, I was just scrolling through my phone, wanting to see what other earth-shattering things those people could do."
Yesterday, Han Chengshan watched them at the police station, seeing their awkward expressions as they either committed crimes, surrendered, or were arrested. He got firsthand information about everything.
"Little Fatty, someone has already taken the blame for this, so don't tell anyone." Han Chengshan lowered his voice, his eyes warily glancing in Uncle Tie's direction.
"Tsk! This is such a small room, do you think I'm deaf? I won't tell anyone about this!" Uncle Tie sneered.
Han Chengshan knew that he already knew, otherwise he wouldn't have said that they were two people who had killed people. He only said that to test Uncle Tie.
With Uncle Tie's assurance, Han Chengshan breathed a sigh of relief and continued whispering to Little Fatty:
“I saw the person who set fire to the school at the police station. He took all the blame, so just pretend you know nothing. Sang Biao’s body was burned to a crisp, and nobody knows he died before the fire.”
"Brother Shan, I feel really bad about it. He's taken the blame for everything."
"Whether that brother burned so many people to death or burned one more or one less, it doesn't matter in the end, so you don't need to feel bad about it."
Will he be sentenced to death?
"Well... I can't say for sure. He's already thirteen years old, and the new regulations on juvenile delinquency are very unfriendly to him. This matter has become such a big deal, with so many eyes in society watching. We'll see which side public opinion will ultimately take."
Little Fatty looked terrified: "If it weren't for this fire, and Sang Biao's body hadn't been discovered, I... would definitely have gone to jail."
"Even if you are discovered, it will be considered self-defense murder! There are no 'what ifs' anyway. The matter has been suppressed now. Don't show your face or be foolish enough to confess. No one can trace it back to you."
"Brother Shan, does he still have any family? Is there anything I can do for him? I feel like I owe him something, and I want to do something for him."
"He initially infiltrated the internet addiction school for revenge. His brother and father died because of the school, and his mother went insane. You can visit his mother often, which can be considered as fulfilling your filial duty to him."
"Hey, hey, hey, that kid might not necessarily die!" Uncle Tie interrupted. "Even if you're in jail, you can be released early for good behavior. If you have significant achievements or merits, such as submitting research that is useful to the people, even a murderer can be released directly."
"Such a thing exists?" Han Chengshan's eyes widened in surprise.
"What? This is outrageous!"
This was the first time Little Fatty had ever heard of such a good thing—that a murderer could be released early.
“Back when the death penalty still existed, there was a prison prodigy,” Uncle Tie said slowly.
"Uncle Tie, hurry up and tell me, stop keeping me in suspense!" Han Chengshan urged.
"Yeah, hurry up!" Little Fatty chimed in.
Uncle Tie's lips twitched: "Alright! I'm not here to be a bodyguard, I'm here to be the Third Young Master's storyteller, right?"
Han Chengshan chuckled sheepishly, "You're so knowledgeable, tell us about it!"
"There was such a person who had committed crimes and escaped from prison multiple times."
"Wait! Did I hear that right? A prison break?" Han Chengshan exclaimed in surprise.
"Yes, it's about escaping from prison! Don't change the subject!" Uncle Tie glared at Han Chengshan.
"Okay, Uncle Tie, please continue." Han Chengshan quickly covered his mouth.
"This person is known as a prison prodigy in our country. Why is he called a prison prodigy? Because he went from being a death row inmate to a scientist overnight."
"What! A death row inmate becomes a scientist? Are scientists that amazing? They don't even have to die?" Little Fatty's eyes lit up as he excitedly asked.
"Tsk! Can't you let me continue? You keep interrupting me. I'm not saying anything more!" Uncle Tie said, pretending to be angry.
The chubby boy rubbed his hands together, his face pleading, "Please, uncle, I won't interrupt, just tell me!"
"The prison prodigy and his friend were preparing to start a business. At that time, they had written their project proposals and business plans, analyzed the market prospects, and taken care of their network of contacts. However, they discovered a fatal problem: they didn't have any start-up capital."
"Pfft! A genius, huh? He's broke and he's planning to start a business? What an idiot!" Han Chengshan couldn't help but complain.
Uncle Tie pursed his lips and looked at Han Chengshan, who quickly covered his mouth: "I won't say anything, I'll zip up my mouth, I absolutely won't say a word!"
Uncle Tie snorted before continuing, "The prison prodigy came up with a way to solve the funding problem, which also started his criminal path. They planned to forge a bank seal so they could withdraw money from the bank and deposit it into their own private account, thus obtaining the start-up capital."
"This was an illegal and criminal act, and the prison prodigy certainly knew that, but the restless man still chose this path of no return. At that time, they successfully defrauded a bank of 80,000 yuan. In the 1980s, it was rare to have 10,000 yuan, so 80,000 yuan was a huge sum of money."
"However, justice prevails, and the two were caught when they went to withdraw money for the second time."
"When ordinary criminals are caught by the police, they either feel remorse or panic. But the prison prodigy is obviously not an ordinary criminal. He is a high-IQ criminal with excellent psychological qualities. He did not think about what he was about to face. Instead, he calmly reviewed the crime. Therefore, the most terrifying criminals are the high-IQ madmen."
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