Siheyuan: At the beginning, I can integrate everything!

The biting wind, carrying scattered snowflakes, lashed against the gray-white exterior walls of the Hongxing Police Station.

Inside the interrogation room.

A dim light bulb hung overhead, illuminating Banggeng's face, which was blackened and distorted by electricity, making it appear deathly pale.

"Speak! What were you trying to do, climbing through the window of a martyr's family's home in the middle of the night with lock-picking tools?!"

Zhou Jianguo slammed his hand on the table.

"Bang!"

The powerful slap made the enamel mug on the table vibrate loudly.

It also shattered the last shred of hope in Bang Geng's heart.

Bang Geng was handcuffed to the interrogation chair, his wrists still throbbing.

The tingling, electric sensation seemed to linger in his bones, making him shiver uncontrollably.

Spoiled by Jia Zhangshi since childhood, he was used to running rampant in the courtyard and was known as the "Holy Thief".

Where have I ever seen such a powerful and imposing display of real guns and ammunition?

He originally wanted to grit his teeth and stick to the story his grandmother had taught him, saying he was just curious and wanted to take a look.

However, when he looked up, he met Zhou Jianguo's sharp eyes, which were as keen as those of a hawk.

Then I thought of that deep blue, almost soul-stealing electric light.

The stick-shaped stylist completely broke down.

The aftereffects of bad luck and electric shock erupted in full force at this moment.

"Wow—I confess! I'll tell you everything!"

Banggeng burst into tears, his face covered in snot and tears, pouring out all the bad things he had inside him like beans spilling from a bamboo tube.

"My grandma told me to go..."

"She said Zhang Huaimin was a childless man, but his family had twenty yuan from the neighborhood committee and a gold medal that could be exchanged for meat..."

"She made me break in through the window and steal the things... Waaaaah..."

As Zhou Jianguo listened to this chilling confession, his face turned ashen, and his teeth clenched so tightly they rattled.

"Anything else?!"

Zhou Jianguo shouted sternly, pulling out his notebook.

"Did you steal the old hen that went missing from Xu Damao's house in the compound?"

Startled, Banggeng nodded repeatedly, like he was pounding garlic.

"It's me! It's me! I sneaked in and grilled it to eat."

"And the peanuts from Uncle San's house, the flour on Zhang Huaimin's windowsill..."

"I did it all! Officer, I was wrong, I'll never do it again!"

The evidence is irrefutable, and he has no choice but to confess.

This little wolf, spoiled and indulged since childhood, finally revealed his ugly and cowardly true nature under the iron fist of the law.

Outside the interrogation room.

The long corridor echoed with Qin Huairu's suppressed sobs.

Her hair was disheveled, and she looked like a madwoman as she knelt at the door of the reception room.

in the door.

Zhang Huaimin sat quietly on the bench, holding a cup of hot water that Zhou Jianguo had personally poured for him.

Chen Bing stood beside him like an iron tower, expressionless.

"Huaimin... Huaimin!"

When Qin Huairu saw Zhang Huaimin, it was like seeing her last straw.

She scrambled forward, trying to grab Zhang Huaimin's leg, but Chen Bing ruthlessly pushed her away with a kick.

"Don't touch him." Chen Bing's voice was icy cold.

Qin Huairu dared not force her way in, so she could only kneel on the ground and bang her head against the ground repeatedly.

"Please, auntie! Please save the sticky rice cake!"

"He's still a child! He can't go to jail!"

"If you're willing to write a letter of forgiveness and tell the police you were just joking, this old lady will be your slave for life!"

Qin Huairu cried her heart out, trying to win sympathy with her best-kept tear offensive.

Zhang Huaimin took a small sip of hot water.

The warm water flowed down my throat, dispelling the winter chill.

He slowly raised his head, his clear eyes looking down at Qin Huairu kneeling at his feet.

There was no pity, no wavering.

There was only a chilling coldness.

"Aunt Qin."

Zhang Huaimin's voice wasn't loud, but it sounded exceptionally clear in the empty corridor.

"If today, there were no mechanism on my door."

"If Bang Geng succeeds in stealing my father's martyr's medal and my living expenses."

He leaned down slightly, looking at Qin Huairu's deathly pale face.

"Would you and Aunt Jia return my things just because I'm a poor orphan?"

Qin Huairu was stunned, her lips moved, but she couldn't utter a word for a long time.

She knew it very well.

If they managed to steal it, the mother-in-law, Jia Zhangshi, would simply use the money to buy large pieces of fatty meat.

They would only mock Zhang Huaimin as a good-for-nothing who couldn't protect his family fortune.

How could I possibly return it?

So that's why.

Zhang Huaimin stood up and handed the water glass to the policewoman next to him.

"Evil people deserve their fate."

"If you do something wrong, you have to be punished."

He took Chen Bing's rough hand and didn't look at Qin Huairu again.

"Brother Chen, let's go home. I'm sleepy."

Zhang Huaimin turned his head and walked towards the police station gate without any hesitation.

All that remained for Qin Huairu was a resolute and cold silhouette.

Qin Huairu reached out, trying to grab something, but only grasped a handful of cold air.

"No...no..."

A few hours later.

As dawn broke in the east, the sun, on the first day of the Lunar New Year, struggled to pierce through the clouds.

At that moment, the police station's verdict was officially issued.

Zhou Jianguo took the document stamped with a bright red seal and walked into the hall.

Looking at Qin Huairu, who was slumped on the bench.

"Jia Geng, eight years old. Repeatedly committed theft, the circumstances of which are serious."

Zhou Jianguo spoke in a loud voice, announcing the legal sanctions.

"On the first day of the Lunar New Year, he conspired with his elders to break into doors and locks with weapons, attempting to steal the belongings of key national protected personnel and martyrs."

"The nature of this act is extremely heinous, and its social impact is extremely negative!"

"With the approval of the higher authorities, the judgment is hereby rendered as follows:"

"Jia Geng is being sent to the Beijing No. 1 Juvenile Detention Center for labor reform, with a three-year sentence!"

Three years!

These three words struck Qin Huairu's chest like a heavy hammer.

Juvenile detention centers are no good places.

Spending three years in there, even if you don't die, you'll be severely injured.

Bang Geng's life was completely ruined.

The first backbone of the Jia family, that is, this only son on whom Jia Zhangshi placed high hopes.

It was broken completely by Zhang Huaimin with such nonchalance!

"No... my stick..."

Qin Huairu gripped the thin judgment document tightly in her hand.

His eyes rolled back, and he collapsed limply onto the cold terrazzo floor of the police station, completely unconscious.

At this time.

In the Hongxing Courtyard.

Jia Zhangshi was temporarily released to collect evidence.

With bloodshot eyes, like a wild boar cornered in a corner, he ransacked the Jia family's house.

She found a pair of rusty scissors.