I'm only five years old, how come I've become the military region's darling?

Just as Xing Yong was about to ask a question, a man with a serious voice entered the interrogation room at some point.

"Is this how your Tanshui City Public Security Bureau handles cases? What kind of place is this? How can children just come in like this?"

"Director Lu, this young comrade is a portrait consultant specially hired by our municipal bureau. He's one of our staff members, not an outsider." He then turned to Xiaochun beside him, "Xiaochun, this is Director Lu, the deputy director of the Criminal Investigation Department of the Provincial Public Security Bureau."

Xiao Chun was shielded behind Xing Yong like a cub, and peeked out half her head, "Hello, Director Lu."

Clearly, the other party wasn't buying it. Glancing at Xiaochun, they said sharply, "Comrade Xing Yong, I don't know why your municipal bureau brought in a child as a consultant. The suspect has already confessed and accepted punishment. What's the meaning of this portrait artist spouting nonsense? Is this a joke? Do you know how much importance the province attaches to this case!"

Xing Yong pressed Xiao Chun's head down. "Yes, the leader is right. This isn't because we had a witness say they saw the suspect's face, so we asked Comrade Xiao Chun to draw a sketch."

"Yes, boss, look, this is a portrait Xiaochun drew." Niu Qiaobao took out the portrait from earlier. "Look, it was drawn before he was caught."

Lu Qingyang glanced at it but didn't take it. "A portrait artist is a portrait artist, so what is this? She, an ignorant layman, says she arrested the wrong person based on half a shoe print?"

The atmosphere in the interrogation room suddenly became awkward.

Xiaochun pouted, her tense little face turning serious. "Xiaochun isn't lying. This shoe print was taken from the bedside at the scene of Chu Lixun's death. I just got it from the technical department."

Xiaochun held the half-shoe print in her hand. Since she acquired her drawing skills, she had become very familiar with human proportions. "A normal person's height is seven times the length of their bare foot. The width of the forefoot is directly proportional to the overall skeletal structure and weight. Zhuang Li is about 1.7 meters tall, so the width of her forefoot should be 7.6 centimeters. However, the forefoot of this shoe print is 9 centimeters. Based on normal circumstances, the murderer must be at least between 1.78 and 1.82 meters tall."

Xiao Chun rattled off a string of theories, "If you don't believe me, you can have a professional footprint expert come over, but Feng Yan knows these things too, you can call him as well."

"What if this is inaccurate?"

Xiao Chun pursed her lips, looking at Lu Qingyang with a mixture of frustration and innocence. "Everyone's footprints are different. Didn't your school say that when you were in school?"

Lu Qingyang was so cornered he felt like he was going to die, and his face turned ugly.

Xing Yong's lips twitched for a few seconds. Young and fearless, Xiao Chun probably didn't know that this Director Lu had never been to university and still used the old methods. Lu Qingyang probably really didn't know about new things like footprint identification.

Niu Qiaobao, suppressing a laugh, quickly broke the awkward silence, "I'll go to the technical department and call a technician over."

Before long, Wang Tao, Lu Shuang, and Feng Yan arrived. The three of them had different expressions. Feng Yan coughed lightly and said, "According to human proportions, Xiao Chun is right."

Lu Shuang: "That's not necessarily true. When I was studying, some people also had small feet and big feet. Comrade Ruan Xiaochun's opinion can only represent a part of the population. Maybe she was wearing big shoes to mislead the police?"

"Yes, I was wearing a pair of big shoes!" Zhuang Li, who was sitting next to him, said. "I was worried that killing him would dirty my shoes, so I bought a pair of big canvas shoes."

"I told you that footprints and the location of footprints can't be absolutely accurate. It's ridiculous and a waste of police resources."

"Comrade Ruan Xiaochun, the suspect has already confessed, so please don't interfere with the investigation." Lu Shuang couldn't help but speak sarcastically. She just couldn't stand the way this kid always wanted to meddle in everything.

Xiaochun bit her lower lip, looking at Zhuang Li not far away, and suddenly her voice became muffled and hoarse, "But if I were the murderer, I wouldn't let Huang Shan go. Why should the person who caused the pain be able to turn the page, while we who suffer the pain have to endure the torment over and over again?"

In an instant, Zhuang Li's face turned ashen, and her lips trembled rapidly.

Xing Yong, who was standing to the side, tensed up when he heard the little guy's words. Water droplets had already splashed onto the dry ground and spread out.

"Xiaochun, don't cry." Xing Yong bent down and picked up the little one, patting her back with his large hand. His face was darker than the bottom of a pot. For the first time, he felt serious dissatisfaction with Lu Shuang. He couldn't suppress his anger. "Technician Lu, it's normal procedure for Xiaochun to raise the issue. Everything hasn't been verified yet. How could you make a decision for our Criminal Investigation Department?"

Lu Shuang's face turned deathly pale. "But, but, she confessed."

"You admit it was her? You've been a police officer for so many years, how many cases of impersonation have you seen? Police investigations are based on evidence, not a market argument."

The police officers who had been following Xing Yong were somewhat stunned; it was the first time they had ever seen their Captain Xing treat a female comrade like this.

"Alright, this comrade isn't wrong. Now that the suspect has confessed, you..."

"If you're wearing big shoes, the shoe print will only be clear in the middle and empty on both sides, but this shoe print is completely full on the forefoot."

Lu Shuang's eyes fell on the shoe print that Xiao Chun had mentioned, and her face turned a little pale. She had read this theory in a book, and for a moment her throat felt like it was blocked.

Xing Yong looked at Lu Shuang with cold eyes. How could someone who disregards justice for personal grudges have the right to be in the technical department?

Just then, a young policeman rushed in from outside.

"Captain Xing, news has come from the hospital that Huang Shan is dead... in the same way as the previous victims."

Quiet.

The interrogation room was so quiet you could hear a pin drop.

Lu Qingyang's face was grim. Looking at Zhuang Li, who sat there as if struck by lightning, he gritted his teeth in anger, "Damn it, who exactly are you protecting?"

Facts speak louder than words; the real killer is someone else.

Xing Yong's expression was serious. "Niu Qiaobao, take your men to the scene. Director Lu, we need to re-interrogate Zhuang Li. Do you want to continue listening, or..."

"Captain Xing, you all go about your business." Looking at Ruan Xiaochun, whose eyes were red in his arms, Lu Qingyang's lips moved, and his old face turned a little red. "Young comrade, I'm sorry about what happened earlier. It was my fault."

Xiaochun's lips parted slightly, and she pouted, a hint of dissent in her voice, "Xiaochun doesn't blame you."

These words made Lu Qingyang blush even more. Looking at the small figure sitting on the stool, he felt a little guilty.

Wang Tao looked at Lu Shuang, who had left looking dejected, and sighed. Why did this person keep going down a dead end? The technical department always values ​​skills, not how high your education is. She wouldn't listen to any advice. What should I do?

In the interrogation room, Xing Yong looked at Zhuang Li, "Things have come to this point, and you're still going to cover for him?"

Zhuang Li lowered her head, looking dejected, and the interrogation reached a stalemate.

Xiaochun, who was sitting in the back, suddenly spoke up, "Actually, if you hadn't told him, he might have committed suicide."

Zhuang Li suddenly looked up at Xiao Chun.

Xiaochun's voice was crisp and clear. "Auntie, you're willing to take the blame for him. If he wanted to run away, he wouldn't have killed Huangshan. The fact that he killed Huangshan means he didn't want you to take the blame. Auntie, if he had no goal, he wouldn't want to live... If it were Xiaochun, Xiaochun wouldn't want to live either."

Zhuang Li's body stiffened, and panic appeared in her eyes.

Xing Yong glanced sideways at the little guy behind him, his heart pounding. "Zhuang Li, aren't you going to tell us? It's too late, we can't stop him now."

A moment later, Zhuang Li's shoulders deflated and slumped, her hands helplessly running through her hair. "I'll talk."