Siheyuan: At the beginning, I can integrate everything!

Jia Zhangshi's piercing screams echoed through the courtyard.

The front yard was crowded with neighbors wearing cotton-padded coats and carrying flashlights.

Looking at the grotesque figure of Banggeng writhing in pain in a pool of blood, and the chipped iron axe...

Everyone's gaze involuntarily turned to the tightly closed door of the east wing.

"This...this door is too eerie!"

"Even an iron axe can't leave a mark, yet it can break a person's wrist?"

Suppressed whispers rose from the crowd, and panic spread like a plague.

If the previous door handle discharge could be explained as an "accident," then...

These unusual physical phenomena are simply beyond the comprehension of ordinary people.

This isn't a door, it's a hedgehog of iron spikes! Anyone who touches it will bleed!

Qin Huairu rushed over without even putting on her coat, wearing only a thin sweater.

Upon seeing Bang Geng's hands twisted at an eerie angle, her vision blurred and she nearly fainted.

"My darling! My heart aches for you, what happened to you!"

Qin Huairu collapsed onto the muddy ground, hugging the stick and wailing, tears streaming down her face like a broken string of pearls.

This time she really cried; her heart ached so much it felt like it was about to break.

"Sir! You have to stand up for the Jia family!"

Jia Zhangshi got up from the ground and clung tightly to Yi Zhonghai's arm as if grasping at a lifeline.

"That little bastard Zhang Huaimin cast a spell on the door, harming my grandson like this! He has to pay for it! He has to pay with his life!"

Yi Zhonghai's face was so gloomy it could drip water.

He glanced at the cast iron axe on the ground, then at the spotless wooden door.

I felt a chill run down my spine.

But he knew that tonight was the perfect opportunity to kick Zhang Huaimin out of the courtyard house.

Even if this method is extremely strange, as long as it confirms Zhang Huaimin's crime of intentionally injuring someone.

So, this house and this 500 yuan compensation are still up to Yi Zhonghai to decide.

"Huaimin! Come out here!"

Yi Zhonghai put on a righteous and awe-inspiring look and shouted loudly towards the east wing.

"How can you be so cruel at such a young age?"

"To install such a dangerous trap on the door, injuring Banggeng like this, do you have any humanity left?"

As he shouted, he gestured for Liu Haizhong and Yan Bugui to echo him, attempting to exert pressure through moral blackmail.

however.

The room was quiet, and there was no response.

Just as Yi Zhonghai was about to knock on the door again, and even considered having someone smash the window.

"Squeak—"

The door, which everyone in the hospital considered a terrifying forbidden zone, was slowly pushed open from the inside.

There was no sorcery, no lightning.

Only warm, dim light poured out of the room.

Zhang Huaimin was wearing a neat blue cotton-padded jacket and holding a white porcelain jar in his hands.

The aroma of hot milk was still wafting from inside.

He stood on the threshold, his clear, large eyes calmly scanning the group of cunning beasts in the courtyard.

"Sir, what are you shouting at my door in the middle of the night?"

Zhang Huaimin's voice was clear and crisp, and his tone even carried a hint of dissatisfaction at being disturbed.

When Yi Zhonghai saw Zhang Huaimin's calm demeanor, he became even more furious.

"You're still pretending!"

Yi Zhonghai pointed at the sticks on the ground and shouted angrily:

"Look what you've done! You installed a dangerous trap on the door, and it even broke the stick-wielding hand!"

"If you don't give me an explanation today, I'll have no choice but to report you to the police station!"

Madam Jia Zhang also chimed in, spitting everywhere.

"Yes! We must report him to the police station! Let him go to a labor camp! Make him pay compensation!"

Listening to these accusations that distort the truth.

Zhang Huaimin was not angry at all; instead, he couldn't help but laugh out loud.

The laughter sounded particularly abrupt in the quiet night, even carrying a hint of mockery.

"Grandpa, Grandma Jia, are you out of your minds?"

Zhang Huaimin took a sip of milk, licked his lips, and said slowly and deliberately:

"This is my front door; I sleep inside."

"Brother Banggeng came to chop down my door in the middle of the night with such a big iron axe."

"He wasn't strong enough to hold the axe properly, and it bounced back and injured his hand."

"Instead of blaming him for causing trouble in the middle of the night, you're blaming my door for being too hard?"

"What kind of robber logic is this?"

Zhang Huaimin's words were like a resounding slap in the face to Yi Zhonghai and the Jia family.

Yes.

In the middle of the night, you take an axe and try to chop down someone's door. After getting injured, you still have the nerve to blame the door for being too sturdy.

This is because they took advantage of the fact that Zhang Huaimin was a five-year-old orphan.

If it were any other family, they would have already rushed out with a cleaver and fought to the death.

The neighbors around the area thought there was some truth to what Zhang Huaimin said.

The emotions that Yi Zhonghai had stirred up gradually subsided.

Yi Zhonghai was speechless, his face turning bright red.

"You...you're just making excuses!"

He stammered in rebuttal.

"Even if the stick-shaped mechanism is wrong, you can't put that kind of bouncing device on the door!"

"This is clearly intentional assault!"

"Intentional assault?"

Just then, a cold, deep voice suddenly came from behind Zhang Huaimin.

A tall, imposing figure slowly emerged from the shadows.

It was Chen Bing, a special bodyguard specially appointed by the top leader to protect Zhang Huaimin's safety.

Chen Bing was dressed in civilian clothes today, but he still exuded the iron-blooded killing intent unique to soldiers.

But at this moment, it was released without reservation.

He strode up to Zhang Huaimin.

He suddenly lifted his shirt with his right hand.

Under the light of a flashlight.

A Type 54 pistol, jet black and shiny, radiating a cold metallic luster.

It was prominently displayed at his waist!

"hiss--"

Upon seeing the real gun, everyone in the hospital gasped in shock.

Yi Zhonghai and Liu Haizhong were so frightened that they backed away repeatedly, their calves twitching.

Jia Zhangshi shut her mouth completely, not daring to utter a single word.

This is the real thing!

These days, unauthorized possession of a gun is a capital offense, but this person dared to brandish it.

That means they have a legal gun license!

They have absolute connections and privileges!

Chen Bing coldly surveyed the crowd.

Finally, his gaze settled on the chipped iron axe on the ground.

"You guys just said that this kid chopped down the door with an axe in the middle of the night?"

Chen Bing's voice was like ice shards in the dead of winter, devoid of any emotion.

"Comrade Zhang Huaimin is a key scientific research orphan under the highest level of national protection."

"His residence is located in a key national protected area."

"Anyone who dares to bring a weapon and attempt to break in without permission."

Chen Bing paused, his tone turning extremely cold.

"This is not called vandalism."

"This is called a 'violent attack on the residence of security personnel'!"

"This is called 'attempting to steal state-protected property and martyrs' pensions'!"

"In accordance with the national wartime secrecy regulations..."

Chen Bing suddenly drew his pistol, chambered a bullet, and made a crisp "click" sound.

"Shooting him dead on the spot is the best he could do!"

boom!

These words were like a thunderclap from a clear sky, exploding directly in the courtyard.

Everyone was stunned by the huge hat that had fallen from the sky.

Violent attack on security personnel?

Attempting to steal state property?

This isn't just kids being naughty; it's clearly enemy agents causing sabotage!

Qin Huairu was terrified when she heard this.

She could no longer pretend to be pitiful; she scrambled to Chen Bing's feet and frantically kowtowed.

"Comrade! Comrade! You've misunderstood!"

"Banggeng is still a child, he's just naughty, he doesn't know any better!"

"He absolutely had no intention of damaging state property. Please, have mercy and let him go!"

Chen Bing looked down at Qin Huairu and snorted coldly.

"Whether it's a misunderstanding or not, it's no use telling me."

"I have already notified the local police station."

"Save what you have to say for the police officers."

The voice just fell.

A piercing police siren blared outside the courtyard house.

Followed by.

Several blinding beams of flashlight light illuminated the front yard.

Zhou Jianguo, the director of Hongxing Police Station, strode in with several armed police officers.

As soon as Zhou Jianguo entered the courtyard, he saw the sticks and the axe on the ground.

He glanced at Zhang Huaimin standing in the threshold, his brows furrowing tightly.

"Comrade Chen, what's going on?" Zhou Jianguo stepped forward to ask.

Chen Bing recounted the events that had just occurred in detail.

After hearing this, Zhou Jianguo's face darkened completely.

He glanced coldly at Banggeng, who was lying on the ground groaning.

Then he looked at Yi Zhonghai and the Jia family mother-in-law and daughter-in-law, who were trembling with fear beside him.

"In the dead of night, carrying weapons, they attempted to violently break into the homes of martyrs' orphans and special security personnel."

Zhou Jianguo's voice was stern, leaving no room for negotiation.

"This is already a serious attempted criminal offense!"

"Someone come here!"

Zhou Jianguo waved his hand.

"Take this Jia Geng and this murder weapon with you!"

"Take him to the district hospital to treat his injuries first."

"After he recovers, he will be transferred directly to the detention center in preparation for prosecution!"