A young boy from the 1970s, separated from his family, fled famine and led his younger brother into

"It was her...it was that little bitch...she cut me with glass..."

This hoarse accusation was like a boulder thrown into a calm lake, instantly stirring up ripples in the carriage that had just calmed down!

All eyes turned once again to the closed door of the train police station.

A five-year-old girl used a shard of glass to sever the wrist artery of a grown man.

This claim is so absurd and shocking that most people's first reaction is disbelief.

"Nonsense! He's definitely lost too much blood and his mind isn't clear!"

"Exactly! How could such a small child have that much strength and courage?"

"I think he just wants to take someone down with him before he dies!"

The passengers were buzzing with discussion, and almost no one believed the thug's words.

However, the captain of the train police, who was conducting an on-site investigation, frowned sharply upon hearing this!

He turned around, his sharp gaze sweeping over the bloodstains on the ground, finally settling on the small, blood-stained, gleaming shard of glass beside the pool of blood!

Murder weapon!

The weapon is right here!

Then, recalling that the girl did indeed trip and fall in the chaos, breaking a bottle...

An extremely bold yet logically sound deduction flashed through the mind of the train police captain.

Could it really be her?

If it really is her, then this child's scheming and methods are truly terrifying!

He calmly wrapped the shard of glass in a handkerchief, then stood up and walked step by step toward the police station.

Every step he took felt like stepping on Su Nianci's heart.

Through the crack in the door, Su Nianci clearly saw the entire series of actions performed by the train police captain. She knew that the crucial moment of confrontation had arrived!

She took a deep breath, suppressing all her tension and anxiety. Her face once again adopted that expression of fear and helplessness.

"Bang bang bang".

A knock came at the door.

"Young man, open the door. Uncle has a few questions for you." The voice of the railway police captain was unreadable.

Su Nianci opened the door lock with trembling hands.

As soon as the door opened, she saw faces outside filled with curiosity, inquiry, and doubt.

She immediately shrank back to Little Stone's side like a frightened little rabbit, huddling with him and trembling, as if the outside world were some kind of monstrous flood.

"Don't be afraid." The train police captain entered the cramped police station, closed the door, and blocked the view from outside. He squatted down, trying to make his line of sight level with Su Nianci, and then opened his palm, revealing the blood-stained shard of glass wrapped in a handkerchief.

"Do you recognize this?" he asked in a deep voice.

When Su Nianci saw the glass, her body trembled violently, and extreme fear filled her eyes. She shook her head desperately, "No... I don't recognize it... It's so scary... There's blood on it..."

"Is that so?" The captain of the train police force stared intently into her eyes like a hawk, as if trying to find even the slightest flaw in her face. "But just now, someone identified you as the one who used this piece of glass to cut his hand."

Su Nianci's tears welled up instantly.

This time, it wasn't an act.

I was genuinely frightened and also furious!

She raised her head, her bloodshot eyes filled with resentment, anger, and confusion at being wrongly accused.

"He's lying!" she screamed with all her might. "He's a bad person! He's a human trafficker! He fought with his accomplices to steal my things and capture me, and he got cut with a knife. Why is he blaming me for it?! Just because I'm small, does that mean I'm easy to bully?!"

Her voice, sharp with emotion, was filled with the hysteria of a child wrongly accused.

"Police officers! You're here to catch bad guys! You can't listen to the lies of bad people and frame us! My father was a soldier in the People's Liberation Army, a martyr! He taught me to be honest and not to lie! I didn't do it! I really didn't!"

As she cried out, she took out the letter she had kept close to her body again and clutched it tightly in her hand, as if it were her last lifeline.

"This is my dad's letter! Look! We're from a good family! We're not bad people! Waaah..."

This tearful accusation was both reasonable and deeply moving.

How could a martyr's orphan, a five-year-old child, possibly commit such a cruel act? On the contrary, it is the human traffickers who, in order to escape punishment, turn around and accuse someone on their deathbed—this logic is more in line with common sense!

Even Lin Wenjun and some other travelers who were eavesdropping outside the door couldn't help but speak up in support.

"Exactly! How can we just listen to the human traffickers' side of the story!"

"This child is so frightened, he must have been framed!"

The railway police captain remained silent.

Looking at the little girl crying her heart out, almost unable to breathe, and at the letter from the martyr in her hand that represented "glory" and "innocence," the scales in his heart began to shake violently.

Reason told him that the evidence at the scene pointed to the child.

But his emotions and experience told him that a five-year-old child could not possibly have such psychological qualities and abilities.

Whom should we believe?

Just then, Little Stone, who had been hiding behind Su Nianci and too scared to say a word, suddenly moved.

He stepped out from behind Su Nianci, spreading his small arms like a mother hen protecting her chicks, and stood in front of Su Nianci.

He tilted his head back, staring intently at the train police captain with his clear yet stubborn eyes. Though trembling with fear, he spoke clearly, word by word:

"No...you mustn't...bully...your sister!"

This was the second time he had spoken up to protect Su Nianci.

His voice, like the loudest slap in the face, struck all the doubters hard across the face!

If Su Nianci is truly the scheming and ruthless "murderer," then why would her younger brother, who is also a victim, stand up to protect her at this crucial moment?

The only explanation is that they are innocent and dependent relatives who depend on each other for survival!

Looking at the two children protecting each other, the last trace of doubt in the captain of the railway police vanished.

He sighed deeply, picked up the shard of glass, and a gentle smile appeared on his face.

"Good child, don't be afraid, it was Uncle's fault." He reached out and patted Su Nianci's head like an ordinary elder would.

However, Su Nianci seemed to be startled and suddenly shrank back, avoiding his hand.

"Officer, do you... still believe what the bad guys say? Are you... still going to arrest us?" she asked timidly, her eyes still filled with distrust and fear.

This action and this question completely dispelled all the doubts in the captain of the railway police.

This is the child's most genuine reaction.

"We won't arrest you anymore, we won't arrest you anymore." He quickly waved his hand, reassuring you, "The bad guys have all been caught. You are little heroes, important witnesses for our police. Uncle will protect you and reward you!"

The crisis was once again perfectly resolved by Su Nianci's explosive acting skills and meticulous psychological warfare!

She not only cleared herself of suspicion, but also, incidentally, nailed Scarface and Ma San's gang to the pillar of shame as "human traffickers" and "robbers," ensuring they could never rise again!

This is the true meaning of using someone else to do the dirty work, killing two birds with one stone!