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  In a small interrogation room, Yan Li flipped through the files in his hand and asked routine questions without any emotion. Xiao Liu from the new department next to him bowed his head and wrote hastily.

  Across the interrogation table was a woman with a dull and lifeless complexion, her face sallow and prematurely wrinkled at the corners of her eyes. She wore a tattered and patched cotton-padded jacket that seemed to have been worn for seven or eight years, although she was still in her prime, yet somehow already looked like she had reached the twilight years of her life.

  The prisoners who came here were either scolding or crying for mercy, but this woman kept her head down from start to finish and only occasionally nodded or shook her head in response, quietly cooperating with the interrogation.

  Yan Li didn't mind either.

  As the second-in-command of the Gui City Criminal Police Brigade, he handles thousands or even tens of thousands of cases every year. His heart has long been tempered into a hard and rough stone that is not easily shaken.

  What's more, he is a murderer who killed six people in one family.

  Yan Li thought of the Mid-Autumn Festival a year ago when he received the report and rushed to the scene. The six charred bodies that were pulled out from the ruins made him feel terrified.

  This is one of the rare major criminal cases in recent years.

  But thinking of the customs in Heyang County, I also feel that such a thing is inevitable. Especially in the southeast corner of Sangjiadang, nestled in the mountains, they rarely interact with the outside world and are still as poor as before liberation, every household's daughter-in-law relies on buying.

  After the incident, the men of Sangjiadang stood up indignantly and said that this wife who was bought home was a born white-eyed wolf. She had run away five or six times and even after being beaten by Quan Gen until her legs were broken, she still ran out with the goods. She was just a woman who couldn't be kept at home. A few gossiping women also indignantly said that this wife was a fox spirit who loved to seduce men onto the bed. They said it was inevitable that something would happen and now everyone has become a wise guy after the fact.

  A one-legged woman was wanted nationwide for a year, and somehow managed to conceal herself, hiding for a whole year until she surrendered today - making the entire Gui City police station almost a laughing stock in the industry.

  "After fleeing for almost a year, why did you suddenly think of surrendering?"

  Jiang Xi looked up at him with a glance.

  Yan Li only then realized that the woman had a pair of sparkling eyes, even with a large scar under her eye, and even if the sparkle was just a stagnant pool of water, it could still sense the former charm, making people unable to help but stop and think for a moment.

  "Officer," Jiang Xi's coarse voice was like sandpaper scraping against wood, as if he hadn't spoken in a long time: "What are you asking these people for?"

  "The case requires."

  Yan tightly handed over the file, and passed the mineral water on his side to the front. Little Liu also stopped writing, curiously looking over.

  Jiang Xi didn't respond, as if she had lost interest in everything in this world. After a while, she managed to say: "I... went back home for a bit."

  Yan Li suddenly understood.

  Last year, when the wanted notice was just released, he went to Shen City on purpose to catch people. During the investigation, it was found that within two months of Jiang Xi's kidnapping, her parents had died. It is said that his father was spiritually confused on the way to find someone outside, and was crushed to death by a large card, with extremely tragic death. Jiang Xi's mother could not bear the blow, suffered from depression, and jumped directly from the building.

  Yan Li could almost imagine that when Jiang Xi finally returned home after overcoming countless difficulties, he found that his parents had long since passed away due to the accident back then, and his heart was filled with despair.

  He suddenly felt a little sympathy for this murderer.

  Jiang Xi fell silent for a moment: "Being alive doesn't have much meaning either."

  "Why kill?"

  "If you can't live, then just die."

  Jiang Xi slightly closed her eyes, and only then did Yan Li notice that she still had a row of curled and raised eyelashes.

  He suddenly remembered the personal data belonging to Jiang Xi that came from Shen City, which was said to be able to reveal the true form of all demons and monsters. The ID photo showed a bright-eyed and smiling girl with a lively spirit, and just looking at it made him feel a surge of spiritual energy.

  If fate hadn't taken a wrong turn, it would be too cruel to this woman. She should have had a bright and happy future instead of carrying an infamous name for the rest of her life.

  Yan Li felt a slight sense of regret.

  He thought of his own daughter who was in high school, full of energy and vitality, about the same age as Jiang Xi when she went missing. The mere thought sent shivers down his spine.

  "Can't live on? Did they beat you?"

  "Why not beat her? Every day, three meals a day, take the whip and hit. At any time, if she doesn't obey, also hit. In that place, wives bought are their own property, beating to death is not a problem."

  Jiang Xi rolled up her sleeves, revealing a small section of her wrist, and Little Liu let out a cry of surprise.

  A short paragraph, crisscrossing with no good flesh, all are potholed and layered scars, obviously left by years of flogging, a glance is frightening.

  "Doesn't look good? Nothing's wrong."

  Jiang Xi casually pulled her sleeve back down, but Yan Li noticed that her right thumb was slightly bent outward, as if it had been twisted and not properly reset.

  "Getting beaten is a daily routine, often being punished by going hungry and sleepless all day and night – it's nothing."

  Under the bright red flag and in broad daylight, Little Liu grew up luxuriantly, unable to understand that if this was nothing, then what was something. Soon, Jiang Xi let him know, the evil that could be spawned by the land irrigated with ignorance and poverty.

  "Where did Sang Quanguan get the money to buy me, do you know? He's the eldest, and there are three younger brothers under him. The four brothers pooled their money together to buy me. On the surface, I'm Sang Quanguan's wife alone, but do you know how many people sleep in this bed?"

  "How many?"

  Xiao Liu's throat is tight.

  Yan Li looked at him and didn't scold him.

  "Four, ah, no, later there was even one more, that old man who just wouldn't die."

  Jiang Xi's throat emitted a strange laugh, short and cold.

  It was as if he had stumbled into a bizarre reality that only existed in ghost stories told at night, leaving Little Liu stunned and speechless, his voice trembling: "Th-th-this..."

  He was at a loss for words.

  "Why didn't you call the police?"

  "Report an alarm?"

  Jiang Xi's gaze made Xiao Liu feel a wave of heat on his face, and for some reason, he suddenly didn't dare to listen anymore.

  Yan Li understood in Jiang Xi's silence.

  In that poor and remote Heyang County, where the sky is high and the emperor is far away, for the sake of local security management, most police officers turn a blind eye to this.

  Jiang Xi didn't say anything, but in her almost mocking gaze, it was as if she had said everything.

  "Officer, is there anything else you'd like to ask?"

  Jiang Xi was the kind of prisoner Yan Li rarely encountered.

  She is elegant and courteous, with clear speech, obviously well-educated. When confessing to the crime, her logic was still very clear. She confessed in great detail, from pre-incident preparations to post-incident escape plans, without any deceit or concealment. Her attitude was calm and composed.

  Yan Li was very clear, this is a person who seeks death with all his heart.

  She lost her footing in life.

  Life for Jiang Xi was nothing but pain and desolation.

  Yan Li felt a slight tingling in his nose, he rubbed his nose, and his voice became a bit thicker: "It's gone."

  He tucked away the file and as he stood up, seemed to have thought of something again. He turned his head and said: "If... there's anything or any letter that needs to be passed on, you can call Little Liu."

  Jiang Xi fell silent for a long time before suddenly bursting out laughing:

  "No."

  The case was approved very quickly from submission to issuance of the document, which was not unexpected. In any case, there is a justifiable reason, and what awaits Jiang Xi is only a bullet.

  In the midst of complex and complicated news events, even a piece of tofu can't get any attention.

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  "Hmm——"

  Jiang Xi suddenly opened his eyes.

  The back of her head throbbed with increasingly severe pain, and she dazedly thought: Didn't I die?

  The sound of sobbing, like a symphony, made her "death" unsteady, Jiang Xi helplessly "resurrected", forcing herself to look ahead, and was immediately stunned:

  "Little, Little Ling?"

  A round-eyed and round-faced little girl asked her with a half curious and half naive expression: "Sister, how do you know Xiaoling's name?"

  Jiang Xi had an unconscious feeling that something was wrong.

  Propped up his body, behind him was a cold and hard earth wall, under him was a thick layer of straw mat, in the small room, dozens of big and small children were herded like pigs, the whole scene was bleak and desolate.

  In her tears, Jiang Xi squinted - wasn't this the room where she was temporarily placed for a period of time after being abducted all those years ago?

  "Sister, does your head still hurt?"

  Jiang Xi only felt a large bulge at the back of her head, and suddenly remembered that when she was first thrown into this room, she had a fiery temper and was indeed smashed against the wall by that woman with a handful of hair.

  "Sister doesn't hurt."

  Jiang Xi looked at his own excessively pale and tender hands, these hands had never had the calluses of middle-aged labor, nor any frightening missing fingers.

  It suddenly occurred to her: coincidentally, she... had been reborn?

  If the problem of anesthetic is solved, then solve the alternative transportation...

  "If the Boshencao wants to live, then I, its host, must not die either, right?" Jiang Xi attempted to haggle, "Since we can't die, let's settle the account first, how about that?"

  Who would have thought that the slow-moving lead type just now reacted extremely quickly: "No way, unless..."

  There is a way.

  Jiang Xi stroked the soft and fluffy leaves with her palm, waiting for the lead-printed words to continue.

  "Owe one hundred, repay two hundred."

  Jiang Xi has a bit of a toothache.

  Popularity is an intangible thing that can't be seen or touched, how did she manage to get so many people's liking? She isn't even a renminbi (RMB), yet everyone loves her.

  In my past life, I was trapped in a mountain valley where birds don't even shit for many years. The rivers and streams didn't even have a rope to hang myself with, all because I believed in the iron law of "the boat will naturally go straight when it reaches the bridgehead". At this time, I also had many debts but wasn't worried, just thinking about escaping from this den of thieves first.

  The soft snoring sound of Sun Ting by her ear was annoying, Jiang Xi turned over and silently closed her eyes.

  Conscience...

  It's better to have less conscience in many cases.

  Jiang Xi didn't want to look at Sun Ting's face, but somehow her heart felt heavy as if it was tied to a stone, making her pant uncontrollably.

  Jiang Xi turned over again.

  The sound of playing cards outside the hall is intermittent, for these flower boys, except for the work of negotiating with the next house every half month, most of the time is idle.

  The effect of the anesthetic gradually took hold, and Jiang Xi slightly closed his eyes, silently thinking about his worries. Before he fell asleep, the large gate was pushed open from outside with a "creak", and a black shadow stumbled in heavily, accompanied by a scolding voice, and fell onto the grass mat beside Jiang Xi.

  Jiang Xi suddenly opened his eyes.

  It was late at night, with only a faint glimmer of light shining through the crack in the door.

  The black shadow just now had shrunk into a ball, his body slightly trembling, if not for the heavy breathing that still showed signs of life, he would have been no different from a dead person.

  Even if they ate "added material" porridge, several children were still awakened by the commotion.

  They habitually glanced over at the riverbank and then turned over and continued sleeping.

  In this place where dawn and dusk are not guaranteed, no one has any extra kindness to spare for others - even if they are still innocent children, they have all been prematurely matured by fear and anxiety.

  Logically, in the darkness of Jiang Xi's past decade or so, this memory should be too insignificant to be remembered, but she found that she remembered it very clearly.

  She was very clear that the one who had been pushed forward was a boy of about ten years old, who should still be in junior high school, with a delicate and beautiful face like a doll, but with an extremely arrogant temperament, disobedient and often called out by those rascals to be taught a lesson alone.

  Needless to say, this kid must have been beaten up again outside and probably can't move for several days.

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