A three-year-old child dragged his sister's coffin and cried out for justice in the military re

The prosperity of the capital city carries a suffocating sense of oppression.

Sui Sui walks along the edge of Wangfujing Street.

This is the commercial center, teeming with people.

She didn't want to go this way, but it was the only route to the North City Military Region.

"Sizzle—sizzle—"

The broken wooden crate scraped against the expensive floor tiles, making a teeth-grinding sound.

The sound seemed so abrupt and out of place amidst the cheerful pop music and noisy voices.

It's like a crow suddenly cawing in the middle of a grand symphony.

The crowd parted automatically like a tide.

Centered on Sui Sui, a vacuum zone with a diameter of three meters was formed.

"Oh dear, where did this beggar come from?"

A fashionable woman in a mink coat exaggeratedly covered her nose and took several steps to the side, as if afraid that something dirty on Sui Sui's body would brush against her.

"What bad luck to see something like this during the Lunar New Year."

"What's wrong with this child? Where are his parents? Are they running around like they're dragging a coffin lid around?"

"Stay away from her. Look at her eyes, they're like a wolf's, it's creepy."

The murmurs buzzed like flies.

No one came forward to ask.

No one bent down to hand her a tissue.

No one even treated her like a child.

In their eyes, she was just a piece of moving garbage, a stain on the city's appearance.

Sui Sui kept her head down, focusing only on the road beneath her feet.

Her ears automatically blocked out these sounds.

In the laboratory of "Ren'ai Hospital", she heard words a thousand times more vicious than this.

These cold words won't hurt her.

She just wanted to walk over there.

Once you cross this street, the main road leading to the north of the city will be right ahead.

However, the world doesn't seem to intend to let her off easily.

"stop!"

A sharp shout rang out from ahead.

Three men in dark blue uniforms blocked the way.

They wore red armbands on their arms—"Urban Management".

The leader was a fat man with a face full of scars. He was holding a walkie-talkie and staring at Sui Sui with hostile eyes.

"What are you doing? Who gave you permission to haul trash here?"

The chubby city management officer pointed at the wooden crate with a look of disgust. "Do you know where this place is? Foreign guests are about to pass through this street, and you're just putting this piece of junk around here, deliberately tarnishing the reputation of Beijing, aren't you?"

Every year, I pause my steps.

She looked up, her small face, covered in soot, expressionless.

She pointed ahead, then pointed to the box, and made a "go" gesture.

It means: I'm just passing by and will be leaving soon.

"And he's mute?"

The chubby city management officer frowned, becoming even more impatient. "Get out of here! This box is being confiscated! It's an eyesore!"

As he spoke, he gave a wink to his two subordinates beside him.

"Take this junk away and throw it in the garbage dump."

Two urban management officers immediately stepped forward and reached out to grab the rope on the wooden box.

"Buzz—"

In Sui Sui's brain, an alarm bell rang instantly.

That's my older sister!

That was her fate!

Nobody is allowed to touch it!

"ah!!!"

Sui Sui suddenly let out a hoarse scream.

Like a cat whose tail has been stepped on, she pounced on the box and clung tightly to its corner with her thin arms.

"Let go! You little beggar!"

A city management officer reached out and grabbed her.

Every year, it opens its mouth and bites.

The bite was extremely fierce, piercing right through the man's thick cotton glove.

"Oh my god! Damn, is he a dog?"

The city management officer screamed in pain and shoved him away forcefully.

Sui Sui was thrown out and crashed heavily to the ground.

My palms are scraped, and my knees are bruised.

But she was like a spring without pain, bouncing up the moment she landed.

This time, she had something extra in her hand.

That rusty scalpel blade.

Although rusty, the blade still gleamed with a chilling light under the neon lights.

Sui Sui held the blades in both hands, lowered her body, and assumed a very standard fighting defensive stance.

That's not how kids fight.

That's the gesture for killing someone.

That was an instinct she had honed through countless brushes with death.

The deathly stillness in her eyes had faded.

Instead, a frenzied, suicidal violence took its place.

Who dares to touch my sister?

Whoever does it will die.

"Holy crap, there's a knife!"

The surrounding crowd gasped in surprise and quickly retreated.

The two urban management officers who had just been about to attack were also frightened.

They dealt with countless small vendors and chased away countless beggars.

But I've never seen a look like that before.

That look seemed to say: Even if you are the King of Heaven, I dare to bite a piece of flesh off you.

"This is outrageous!"

Feeling humiliated, the fat urban management officer pulled out a rubber baton from his waist. "You dare to use a knife on Wangfujing Street? You're asking for trouble! Get him! Arrest this mad dog!"

Three grown men, armed with sticks, surrounded and attacked a three-and-a-half-year-old girl on this bustling street.

What an ironic scene.

The area was surrounded by people.

Some were taking pictures, some were pointing and commenting, and some were watching the spectacle.

The only person who stood up was someone who said, "Stop hitting her, she's just a child."

Sui Sui's hand holding the razor blade trembled slightly.

It's not fear.

It is exhaustion.

She has reached her limit.

Just then.

A black Hongqi sedan was slowly driving through the congested street.

The car window was half-rolled down.

In the back seat sat an elderly man with gray hair.

Although dressed casually, the authoritative aura of someone who had long held a high position could not be concealed.

The old man's gaze casually swept out the window.

Sudden.

His gaze was fixed on the small figure in the center of the crowd.

That little girl, covered in mud, clutching a razor blade, like a lone wolf.

Especially those eyes.

stubborn.

Fierce.

Yet it also exudes a deep-seated sadness.

The old man's heart skipped a beat.

That look... why does it look so familiar?

Who does he look like?

Like that hothead who served under him for ten years and ultimately sacrificed his life on the border?

Or is he still like that gentle and kind military doctor who plays the violin beautifully?

"parking!"

The old man suddenly shouted.

The voice wasn't loud, but it carried an unquestionable command.

"Sir, we can't park here, there are cars everywhere behind us..." the driver said with difficulty.

"I said stop the car!"

The old man suddenly pushed open the car door and tried to jump out before the car had even come to a complete stop.

But, in that very instant...

The green light is on.

The previously congested traffic began to flow again.

A double-decker bus happened to drive by, its massive body blocking the old man's view and also obscuring the small figure.

Wait until the bus passes by.

That intersection was empty.

We haven't seen each other for years.

In that brief moment of chaos, taking advantage of the city management officers being distracted by the loudspeaker behind them, Sui Sui dragged her suitcase into a narrow alley.

The old man stood by the roadside, staring blankly at the empty street corner.

The cold wind blew his white hair.

"Sir, what are you looking at?" The guard rushed over nervously.

The old man remained silent for a long time.

That feeling of palpitations is still there.

But he shook his head and gave a wry smile.

"It's nothing... I guess I just misread it."

"That person's child... if he were still alive, he would be this age by now."

"What a pity... not even their remains were found."

The old man sighed and sat back in the car.

The car window rolled up.

The Hongqi sedan slowly drove away.

And in a dark alley less than 100 meters from here.

Sui Sui leaned against the cold wall, panting heavily.

She looked at the tattered box.

Looking at the still-dripping scalpel blade in her hand—she had cut the hand of a city management officer during the chaos.

"elder sister……"

Every year, he would hide the razor blade back in his sleeve.

She looked up at the sky at the end of the alley, fragmented by the tall buildings.

There is a star there.

It's very bright.

Like the one on Dad's epaulettes.

"I'm not afraid."

Every year, she would speak to that star.

"Even if the whole world wants to arrest me, I will still stand before Qin Xiao."

She picked up the rope again.

That small, solitary figure once again disappeared into the darkness, moving resolutely toward the unknown north.