Death sentence turned into acquittal? Who told him to be a detective!

Chapter 17 Case Study: '2546 Loops!'

Time: May 1997.

Weather: Cloudy
Example: '2546th loop'

I am trapped in June 1, 1997, a day that has been repeated 2546 times, for 61104 hours. I can never escape.

【forever.】

I am a criminal.

Of course, you can also call me Chen Dong.

I was born in June 1987, a summer in the countryside.

June is always a busy time in the countryside. The air is filled with wheat stubble, and large tracts of farmland are planted with golden wheat ears that are essential for survival. When the summer wind blows, the wheat ears become golden waves, swaying in the wind.

A shout rang out.

Your wife gave birth!

A man straightened up from the wheat field and poked his head out. He wore a straw hat and his dark face looked slightly confused.

Who gave birth?
After thinking for a moment, Chen Hua suddenly widened his eyes, realized what was happening, and then, ignoring the wheat, ran straight home.

Sharp wheat stubble pierced the skin, and the scorching sun caused the skin to peel.

The villagers harvesting wheat around him all looked at him and laughed.

According to my mother, my father was always like this, clumsy and impulsive. That day, when he came home, I had already been born. My father was covered in wheat stubble and still wanted to hold me. Fortunately, although my sister was young, she spoke up and reminded the midwife, and he didn't succeed.

Whenever my mother thinks about this, she always argues with him.

Dad didn't argue, he just scratched his head, chuckled sheepishly, and then patted my sister and me, saying:
"We should be magnanimous and not hold it against her!"

When my mother heard this, she was furious and grabbed his ear, displaying her shrewish nature.

"So generous! So generous!"

"Since I've been with you, I've been generous my whole life. When will I ever let someone else be generous like me?!"

Upon hearing this, the father fell silent and simply squatted by the door, smoking a cigarette.

My dad is a very easygoing person, what people commonly call an honest man.

Honest people are good; they have no bad intentions, a conscience, and are law-abiding citizens.

but.
They are also easily bullied.

When someone came to borrow something, my father would usually agree, but most of the time they would never come back. Whenever this happened, my father would think that perhaps they had encountered a difficult situation and would return it in a few days.

After waiting a few more days, the other party still hadn't returned the money.

The father would then come to their door to demand it back.

That's when things got ridiculous.

Those who come to collect debts seem to be the ones who borrow money, and those who owe money seem to be the ones who are the bosses.

I don't understand why this is the case. It's only natural that you should return what you borrow, but when it comes to actually returning it, it feels like tearing a piece of flesh off the other person!
At this time, Mother would give my sister and me some instructions:
"You two mustn't end up like your father!"

What kind of situation is this?
I was only seven years old when I understood.

But I think my dad should be a normal person.

He was kind to others and never took advantage of them. He would even come to their door to ask for things back if they were borrowed and not returned.

This is what a normal person should be like. Why won't my mother let me be a normal person?

I don't understand, but I'm good with words.

I told my mother:

"Mom, I'll listen to you. I definitely won't be like Dad!"

"When I grow up, I'll let you live in a big house, buy you beautiful clothes, and let you eat cake every day!"

Whenever she heard these unrealistic words, a smile would appear on her face.

"Okay, Mom will be waiting for you!"

Mother isn't really that cunning.

She has a sharp tongue but a kind heart; she'll always help out any neighbor who's in trouble.

Although I argue with my dad every day, I have never mentioned divorce.

Her greatest wish was to watch my sister and me grow up safely and peacefully, and to grow old together with my father, buried in the wheat field where we lived.

My dad was the same way; when he was trying to appease his wife, he would say:

"When the two kids grow up."

"I'll take you out of the village, let's take an airplane and go to the city to play!"

Mother is easily satisfied; upon hearing these words, her anger will subside by half.

If her father coaxed her a little more, she would lose her temper.

The days passed like this.

Though ordinary, it was a happy life.

until
That day, a notice appeared.

This made my dad realize that there might actually be a chance for me to get on a plane!

The village is going to be demolished.

The higher-ups want to build a factory here.

I don't know what demolition and relocation is, but it should be a good thing.

They said that after the demolition, we could live in a big house and my mother and sister could wear new clothes.

This is a good thing. But...
"The village chief wants to buy our land."

"how much is it?"

"One thousand dollars."

The conversation between the parents was so simple that they fell silent afterward.

After a moment, Mother suddenly spoke.

"You've been a coward your whole life, and you've finally made it out of this mess. Do you want to stay a coward forever?!"

"You're willing to let your daughter and son live here for the rest of their lives, but I'm not!"

Dad smoked his cigarette without saying a word.

The village chief has come to buy the land.

The other party came to buy before the announcement was even issued!
Dad used to wonder why he would buy this land, since the family's land was unwanted by others.
Now that the demolition notice has been issued, the other party is making no attempt to conceal it.

After a long while, Dad stubbed out his cigarette, his eyes hardening.

He said to his mother.

"Do not sell!"

They said they wouldn't sell, and they meant it.

Dad felt that this was his family's land, and he was entitled to the money.

Why should I give it to someone else?

so.
No, I won't sell! I absolutely will not sell!

"I'm going to buy two dogs for self-defense."

My father thought for a moment and then walked outside.

Shortly after, there was a knock on the door.

"Tuk Tuk Tuk!"

I thought it was my dad coming back from shopping, but the moment he opened the door...
"boom!"

A tremendous force smashed the door open, and before I could dodge, I was knocked aside.

Two people walked in.

I fell to the ground, not knowing what had happened; my mind went completely blank.

I watched my mother and sister walk out the door and argue with the two men.

I watched as the other party tried to get my mother to sign something, but she refused. The other party then knocked my mother unconscious and dragged my sister into the house. I could hear desperate screams all around me.

I wanted to step forward and stop them.

But it was no use. His weak body's resistance only met with brutality. He looked around blankly and helplessly.

I tried to climb over, but when I raised my hand, I saw a thick, bright red liquid flowing on the ground.

Looking ahead along the liquid, I saw my mother lying on the ground.

Blood was flowing uncontrollably from his head.

I froze, a roaring sound filled my ears. I crawled over and cupped my mother's face in my trembling hands.

Hearing my sister's screams beside me, my eyes were filled with confusion and helplessness, and my lips moved slightly.

"mother"

"Wake up. Wake up."

When his father returned home, he only saw the broken-open door and froze on the spot.

He walked slowly into the house, like a wooden figure.

In the courtyard, I was curled up in a corner, holding my mother's head, my eyes glazed over, my gaze filled with terror, like a vegetable.

The father felt the air around him freeze, and he gradually suffocated.

He dragged his trembling legs and used all his strength to step over the threshold and walk into the house.

My sister was lying on the bed in the room.

Her hair was disheveled.
He lay on the bed as if he were dead, his eyes vacant and numb.

"boom!"

Chen Hua was pale and collapsed to the ground.

Scenes from the past keep replaying in my mind.

It's like falling into a cycle of reincarnation; every time I close my eyes, the same thing repeats in my mind.

I was trapped in June 1, 1997, repeating that day 2546 times, for a total of 61104 hours.
But today.
I escaped.

June 4th, 11 PM.

Inside the detention center.

"Dingling~"

The crisp sound of iron chains rang out.

Wearing prison clothes, Chen Dong's dull eyes suddenly cleared up a little. He lowered his head and looked at his handcuffed hands.

These are handcuffs.

There was a police station nearby, and if nothing unexpected happened, he would be brought to trial in a few days.

He looks like he's going to die.

(Case closed)
(End of this chapter)