Reborn in the 60s, I hunt to support my family and even seduce the village beauty.

Ma Wencai's wife suddenly raised her head, her face as white as paper, her eyes wide open, and her pupils shrinking to a small dot.

She looked at Ma Wencai, then slowly turned to look at Sima Bin, her lips trembling, unable to utter a single word.

This was a complete shock. No wonder I often felt like I had blacked out at night and couldn't remember anything.

I initially thought it was because I was beaten up during the day and felt unwell, which is why I slept so soundly at night.

did not expect……

Just thinking about that image made her feel dizzy and nauseous!

His eyes turned to the two of them, and he wanted nothing more than to tear them apart!

It's one thing to be beaten and scolded normally, but to be humiliated like this is unacceptable!

Aunt Song stood next to Ma Wencai's wife, her arm around her, her fingers slightly tightening as if to prevent her from losing her balance.

Monkey King's eyes widened; Ma Wencai's words were beyond his imagination.

I never imagined that the world is so rich in species, and that such non-human beings could live right next to me.

Xiao Lü and Xiao Yu, who are not yet married, looked at Ma Wencai and then at Sima Bin, seemingly understanding but not quite.

This new section chief has some truly unusual interests; he likes to sneak into his brother-in-law's room in the middle of the night, which is really...

Chang Kun was also greatly impressed.

Even as a reincarnated visitor from the future, he was stunned by Ma Wencai's actions.

Offering her own wife to her brother-in-law for his pleasure?

This is truly the most bizarre of the bizarre, and the most bizarre of the bizarre!

There are simply no adjectives to describe these two!

Sima Bin's face was as white as plaster, and the color had completely faded from his lips.

His cheeks were clenched so tightly that the veins on his temples throbbed, and then his whole face turned purple, with the veins on his forehead bulging out.

His lips trembled several times, and he raised his finger, pointing at Ma Wencai. After trembling for a while, he finally managed to utter a sentence.

"You're insane! Insane!"

Those three words seemed to have been uttered with all his might.

Ma Wencai clung to the door frame, refusing to let go, his face bearing an expression that said, "Anyway, I'm finished, so you won't have an easy time either."

"Yes! I'm crazy!"

He glanced at Sima Bin, then at his wife; that glance said nothing, yet it said everything.

"You...you guys don't believe him! He's just crazy!" Sima Bin had long lost his leadership demeanor, and beads of sweat were pouring out of his forehead.

"He's talking nonsense! He'll say anything to shirk responsibility! You actually believe the words of a madman?"

No one responded to Sima Bin's words, and a buzzing discussion arose from every corner of the cafeteria, impossible to suppress.

A muffled thud came from behind.

Ma Wencai's wife finally couldn't hold on any longer. Her legs seemed to suddenly give way, her knees buckled, and she fell to the ground, collapsing.

Aunt Song quickly squatted down to help her up, but she slid down like a limp rag doll, curling up on the ground with a blank stare at a corner.

She didn't cry, she didn't even have any expression, her face was blank, as if her internal organs had been ripped out, leaving only a layer of skin.

Aunt Song grabbed her wrist again, trying to help her up. Her sleeve slid up, revealing her arm.

The buzzing in the cafeteria stopped instantly.

What an arm it was! Bluish-purple, brownish-yellow, dark red, new wounds piled on top of old ones, the old ones still fading as new ones appeared.

Pinching marks, stick marks, and round burn scars from cigarette butts, one after another, some already healed, leaving bright white scars, others not yet, just scabbed over, with blood still seeping from the sides.

Aunt Song paused, stared at the arm for a few seconds, and slowly rolled up the sleeve, from the wrist all the way to the elbow. There wasn't a single good spot on the exposed skin.

She ran her fingers over her other arm, and there it was, covered in a dense array of scars, like a painting filled with no blank spaces.

Her lips trembled a few times, but Aunt Song couldn't say anything. Her hand rested gently on the woman's arm, as if afraid of hurting her.

Ma Wencai's wife kept her head down, neither dodging nor shrinking back, just letting her watch, as if she had already gotten used to it all.

Sister Wu squatted down, her voice trembling, her eyes red-rimmed.

"Is he even human?" Her voice blared with barely suppressed anger. "He beats his wife like this, and then lets another man defile her—is he even human?"

Aunt Song spat out a chilling remark through gritted teeth: "Worse than animals! Even animals know how to protect their nests!"

Someone in the crowd shouted, "Officers, are you going to do anything about this kind of insult to women?"

The police officers exchanged a glance. Their expressions were subtle, and none of them spoke first.

I've never even heard of a case like this, let alone handled one.

I've seen thugs bully women, and I've seen hooligans harass young women and wives.

What do you call it when a man drugges his wife with sleeping pills and then gives her to his brother-in-law to abuse?

They had worked as police officers for half their lives, and they couldn't find this entry even after going through all the case files in their hands.

The young policeman opened his mouth and then closed it again, probably wanting to say something, but feeling that nothing he said would be right.

The square-faced policeman had a gloomy expression. After a moment of contemplation, his gaze fell on Sima Bin.

"Comrade Sima Bin, please come with us to the station for questioning."

Sima Bin's expression changed. He turned around abruptly, facing the policeman, hands on his hips, chest puffed out, his voice sharp and urgent.

"Do you know who I am? I'm the section chief of this railway line! What right do you lowly policemen have to arrest me? Even your station chief would have to be polite to me!"

The square-faced policeman's expression remained unchanged: "It's not an arrest, it's to ask you to assist in an investigation. We'll ask you a few questions, and once we've got everything cleared up, you can come back."

"What if I don't go?" Sima Bin's voice rose even higher.

Everyone in the cafeteria was looking at him, and not a single person spoke up for him.

The group stood frozen in place. Sima Bin stubbornly refused to leave, and the police officers couldn't easily drag him away.

After all, they are section chiefs, and their rank is what it is. It's easy to drag them back by force, but if you sue them for improper procedures, you'll be the one in trouble.

Chang Kun spoke up: "Comrades, how about I give Director Huang a call?"

Several police officers turned to look at him at the same time.

The square-faced policeman raised an eyebrow, hesitated, and asked, "Which Director Huang?"

"Director Huang of the Public Security Bureau," Chang Kun said calmly. "You should have heard about the operation at Qianmen Railway Station where they caught the mole a while ago. I was the one who assisted Director Huang in that operation, and we caught him red-handed."

The police officers exchanged glances, their expressions clearly changing.

The case at Qianmen Railway Station was being discussed throughout the public security system; the goal was to catch the mole, sweep everyone out of the system, and handle the situation cleanly and efficiently.

They had certainly heard of him, but they never imagined that the man in the railway uniform was the one who had made the difference.

"Didn't Section Chief Sima think your ranks were too low?" Chang Kun glanced at Sima Bin. "That makes some sense. This matter is different; we can't be careless. I'll have Director Huang come here personally to talk to him. That should be enough, right?"

Sima Bin's face was pale with a bluish tinge. His lips trembled twice as he tried to say something, but his throat felt like it was being choked, and he couldn't squeeze out a sound.