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Chapter 235 Give Me Back My Hawthorns!

There is no basis for what you say.

Fortunately, the pharmacy also had surveillance cameras, which were always on.

The shop assistant immediately pulled up the surveillance footage of the boy buying medicine from the computer.

Even though the live stream was still censored, anyone could tell from the clothes on her body that it was exactly the same as what they had seen in the community's surveillance room.

Crucially, the surveillance footage also captured the injury on the boy's hand.

There are two locations in total.

One cut was on the back of my hand, about three or four centimeters long, which looked like it was from scratching or scraping something.

There was also a bloody hole on his index finger. The boy's fingers were fair, so the bloody hole looked very conspicuous. It was probably caused by being bitten.

It really is...

I find this hard to accept!

I just don't understand, why would a perfectly good student steal a cat?

Is it possible that the stress from studying is causing her to try something drastic to relieve it?

But what did the kitten do to deserve this?!

So, is the case solved now?

[We should be able to summon him as a suspect, but we still lack evidence to secure a conviction. We either need to find hawthorns in the boy's possession, or prove that the bloodstains Jiang Hanying found on the barbed wire belonged to the boy.]

[Just bring the person in for a blood test!]

[Maybe I can still make it back to the police station for lunch.]

A copy of the video was sent to her phone, confirming her suspicions. This time, after leaving the pharmacy, Jiang Hanying immediately took the cameraman back the way they came.

When Chi Song saw him return, she said, "We found out that person's destination. It's an office building; they're probably going to work." She then suddenly sniffed, "What's that smell?"

Jiang Hanying held up the steamed bun she hadn't had time to eat yet in her hand and handed him the thing in her other hand.

Chi Song took it, puzzled. "What's this?"

"A blood-stained napkin."

Chi Song: "..."

He almost threw it back.

"Where did this come from? Whose blood is it?"

"I found it in the trash can at a breakfast shop; the cat was stolen by someone else."

Huang Qian was speechless: "What?"

Jiang Hanying opened the video on her phone and handed it to Chi Song, saying, "You can watch it yourselves."

Everyone quickly gathered behind Chi Song to look at the phone screen in his hand.

While everyone was watching the surveillance footage, Jiang Hanying found an empty chair, sat down, put on the disposable gloves given to her by the proprietress, and began to enjoy eating xiaolongbao (soup dumplings).

By the time everyone finished watching the video, she had almost finished off the xiaolongbao.

"Let's go to school!"

Jiang Hanying stuffed the last xiaolongbao into her mouth, swallowed it in a few bites, and took the phone, just in time to meet Huang Qian's gaze.

"I want to go with you!"

"Row."

The school is not far away; it only took less than ten minutes by car.

Upon arriving at the school, I first sought out the school leaders, who then went to call the homeroom teacher.

Finally, the homeroom teacher led the student to the office.

Neither the teacher nor the student knew what had happened. When they knocked on the office door and entered, they saw a few people standing or sitting besides the school leaders. The homeroom teacher was stunned, and the boy panicked, instinctively putting the hand with the band-aid on it into his pocket.

Huang Qian lunged forward and grabbed the boy's arm. "Where are my hawthorns? You didn't do anything to them, did you? Give them back to me! Give them back to me! How could you steal my hawthorns!"

The voices grew increasingly shrill, and coupled with Huang Qian's almost crazed expression, no one dared to step forward to stop her. The homeroom teacher, who had initially intended to protect his student, couldn't help but frown as he listened to the accusations that grew louder and louder.

Although he didn't know what the girl meant by "hawthorn," he clearly heard the word "steal."

"You stole someone's things?"

"No, I didn't!"

Huang Qian pulled his hand out of his pocket. "The injury on your hand was from a hawthorn bite. You even accidentally smeared blood on the wire mesh of my balcony. The security camera also caught you buying medicine. You still want to deny it! Give me back my hawthorn. Where is the hawthorn? Tell me!"

The tall young man, who was 1.8 meters tall, was being swayed by a girl who was only 1.6 meters tall. He was so flustered that his eyes darted around and his face turned pale, but he just gritted his teeth and didn't say a word.

Jiang Hanying rubbed her ears, which were itchy from the noise, and walked over to Huang Qian, reaching out to press her shoulder.

Huang Qian suddenly felt as if a mountain was pressing down on her shoulders, and she became much more awake.

Seeing that she had calmed down, Jiang Hanying turned to the boy in front of her. "I have several clues that point to you. You stole someone else's cat under the cover of night. Where is the cat?"

The boy lowered his eyes, avoiding Jiang Hanying's gaze, and repeated, "I didn't steal it!"

Tsk, they're really trying to deny it to the death!
Jiang Hanying then looked at the homeroom teacher, who was standing to the side with a very grim expression, and asked, "Excuse me, could you please bring this student's schoolbag over here?"

Huang Qian nodded vigorously in agreement, "It's shedding season now, he put the hawthorns in his backpack and took them with him, there must be cat hair in them!"

The homeroom teacher's heart sank as she watched her student's reactions. Faced with this request, she could only nod and go back to get her schoolbag.

A short while later, he returned, panting, carrying a black backpack.

Before he could even stop, Huang Qian snatched the backpack, unzipped it, and buried her head inside, rummaging through it.

Her cat isn't there!
But she felt cat hair.

Upon examining it, he saw that it was white on the bottom and orange on the top, and his expression immediately became agitated again. "This is the fuzz from the hawthorn berries! I usually collect it to spin into yarn for knitting sweaters. How dare you say you didn't steal my hawthorns! Where did you hide it? Tell me!"

The homeroom teacher looked at the cat hair still flying in the air, pinched his philtrum, and took out his phone. "I'll call your parents."

A student stole someone's cat, and the owner called the police and the school came to the scene. As the homeroom teacher, he had no choice but to notify the parents!

The boy suddenly raised his head: "No, I'll talk! Please don't let my parents know, okay?"

Jiang Hanying stopped the homeroom teacher's hand as she was about to dial, "Where's the cat?"

“An abandoned storage room next to the school’s sports equipment room.”

Without thinking, Huang Qian rushed out, but after running several steps, she realized she didn't know the place. She stomped her foot angrily and said, "Take me there now!"

Fortunately, it was still during class time, and the large group of people went straight to the storage room without attracting much attention.

The lock on the storage room was broken; pushing the door released a cloud of dust mixed with a cacophony of smells.

Jiang Hanying stopped in her tracks as soon as she reached the door; the smell was too intoxicating for her!
Huang Qian didn't care at all. She ran inside, coughing as she was choked, and shouted, "Cough cough, hawthorn! Cough cough!"

Seeing a cardboard box in the corner, she quickly went over and opened it, only to find it empty.

"no!"

"No, not here either!"

"still none!"

Jiang Hanying stood at the door watching her rummage around inside like a headless fly. She pointed to a few small plum blossom footprints on the windowsill and called out to her, "Look, aren't these left by hawthorn?"

Huang Qian ran over and glanced at it, "Yes, it's hawthorn's footprints!"

"Sure?"

"The size is exactly the same."

Jiang Hanying pointed to the broken glass above and said, "Then it must have escaped."

"They ran away?"

Huang Qian looked at the spacious campus outside, where the walls were nowhere to be seen, and her expression was somewhat blank.

How am I supposed to find something in such a big place?
The members of the Pet Home team exchanged glances upon seeing this.

After all this trouble, it's finally time for them to put in the effort!