Siheyuan: Hang Jia Dongxu, smash Banggeng to death!

"Director Li," Qin Huairu suddenly spoke, her voice trembling, "we...we should look elsewhere...Bang Geng isn't here..."

She was scared.

She was afraid that if she stayed any longer, she would see something even more terrifying.

Madam Jia Zhang was unwilling to give up: "Impossible! The stick must be here, it must have been hidden!"

As she spoke, she suddenly rushed towards Tangtang on the kang (a heated brick bed), reaching out to grab the child: "Did you hide my grandson? Tell me!"

Lin Tian's expression changed, and he suddenly stepped in front of his sister, his eyes instantly turning cold: "Don't touch my sister."

That look in his eyes was as cold as ice.

Startled, Jia Zhangshi took a step back, then flew into a rage: "You little bastard! How dare you glare at me!"

"Enough!" Chief Li shouted sternly, "Jia Zhangshi! What do you think you're doing!"

Madam Jia reluctantly withdrew her hand, but her eyes still glared fiercely at Lin Tian.

Seeing this scene, Director Li's doubts deepened.

This Lin Tian...

There's definitely something wrong.

But he only had a vague idea of ​​where the problem lay.

"Alright," Director Li ordered, "Go search outside the compound again."

He left the room with his men.

Before leaving, he looked back one last time.

Lin Tian stood at the door and watched them leave.

That small, thin figure looked exceptionally lonely.

It was also particularly... eerie.

Director Li shook his head, banishing the absurd thought from his mind.

He's a policeman; he shouldn't let his mind wander.

But that thought, like a seed, took root and sprouted in his heart.

Lin Tian closed the door, a cold smile curving his lips. "Jia Zhangshi, you dare touch my sister? Then your grandson won't be coming tomorrow either."

Director Li became suspicious.

It's okay.

He turned around and walked to the edge of the kang (a heated brick bed).

Tangtang had a sweet smile on her little face.

"Brother..."

Lin Tian gently touched his sister's face, his eyes softening.

As soon as the group stepped out of the backyard, Jia Zhangshi's heart-wrenching wails rang out:

"My dear grandson, where are you? Come out quickly, Grandma will buy you meat. You can have as much as you want, okay?"

Qin Huairu was almost exhausted from crying. Supported by Sha Zhu, she called out in a hoarse voice:

"Bang Geng...you brat...stop playing hide-and-seek with Mommy...Mommy gives up...come out now..."

She shouted as she looked around, her eyes unfocused, as if she were about to collapse at any moment.

Director Li stood to the side, his face so solemn it seemed to drip water.

Three lives lost in one day, a child goes missing...

This case is huge, and he, a mere police chief at Hongxing Police Station, is under immense pressure.

Sha Zhu supported Qin Huairu with concern, whispering comforting words, "Sister Qin, don't worry, Bang Geng will definitely be alright... maybe he just ran off somewhere to play..."

He wasn't sure himself when he said that.

Yi Zhonghai originally wanted to go forward to comfort Qin Huairu, but when he saw that Sha Zhu was already there, he stopped.

He turned to Director Li and asked, feigning composure, "Director Li, how is Liu Haizhong doing?"

Director Li glanced at him and said in a deep voice, "Liu Haizhong is guilty of intentional homicide, even if Liu Guangtian is his son."

Murder is murder, and that's a crime. He's currently in criminal detention and awaiting trial.

Got it...

Yi Zhonghai nodded, but his heart tightened.

He then asked, "Director Li, can we retrieve the body of my apprentice, Jia Dongxu?"

After all, respect for the deceased is paramount, and we want him to rest in peace.

Director Li thought for a moment and said, "Not now, the case is still under investigation. How about tomorrow afternoon? You can go to the police station to complete the formalities."

"Okay, okay." Yi Zhonghai got the answer he wanted and didn't ask any more questions.

But Director Li countered with, "Yi Zhonghai, I heard... it was you who took Lin Tian to the crematorium?"

Yi Zhonghai's heart skipped a beat, but he remained calm and composed: "Yes, Lin Tian's mother just passed away the night before last, and we sent her to the crematorium early this morning."

I was thinking...since the child is gone too, I might as well send them over together to avoid the hassle of making another trip.

He paused, then added, "This matter has already been reported to the subdistrict office. It was only sent there after confirmation, and the subdistrict office can testify to that."

This is a clever way of putting it; it explains the reason while also absolving the person involved.

The neighborhood committee intervened on my behalf; Lin Tian was already dead at the time.

Director Li was certainly aware of these procedures; that was not what he wanted.

What he really wanted to know was how Lin Tian had "come back to life".

That child is acting very strangely.

He was calmer than an eight-year-old, his eyes as deep as an ancient well; he remained remarkably composed in the face of a series of deaths...

Moreover, all the dead were connected to people who had hit him.

What a coincidence!

The coincidence made Director Li uneasy.

He was about to ask something else, such as how Lin Tian "died," and the specific circumstances...

Just then—

"Bang!!!"

A loud bang made everyone's eardrums ache.

The sound was like something heavy slamming against the wall—dull, solid, and with a teeth-grinding, cracking sensation.

Time seemed to freeze for a second.

Then, everyone witnessed a scene they would never forget.

A thin, small figure flew out from nowhere and, like a tattered sack, crashed straight into the brick wall of the Jia family's outer wall.

"puff--"

The sound of a watermelon bursting open.

Red, white, and other indescribable colors splattered everywhere.

A hideous flower of blood exploded on the wall.

The figure slid down the wall and collapsed onto the ground.

It's a stick-shaped pun.

His watermelon had burst open, half of it was dented, and brain matter mixed with blood was gushing out from the crack.

One eye was open, the other closed, and the pupils were dilated.

The limbs were twisted at an eerie angle, clearly indicating that the bones were broken.

Director Li was closest, and a few drops of warm blood were splashed on his face.

He subconsciously reached out and wiped his hand, then froze when he saw the scarlet liquid on his hand.

"Ah—!!!! That's awesome!!!!"

Qin Huai broke free from Sha Zhu's support and lunged toward the bloody mess on the ground, but stopped a few steps away from her son's body.

His legs gave way and he collapsed to the ground.

"Stick...sticky..."

She reached out, wanting to touch her son, but hesitated, her fingers trembling in the air. "My son... my son..."

She looked up, her eyes vacant as if she had lost her soul: "Dongxu... Banggeng... are all gone... all gone..."

In one day, the husband died and the son died.

Her world collapsed.

Jia Zhangshi also saw it.

She froze for a few seconds, then let out a scream that sounded inhuman: "My dear grandson—!!!!!"

She scrambled over, grabbed her grandson's limp body, and shook him violently.

"Bang Geng! Wake up! Look at Grandma! Grandma's going to buy you meat! Lots and lots of meat!"

But the pheasant will never wake up.

"My son...my grandson..."

Holding the corpse, Madam Jia wept uncontrollably, "Old Jia, the Jia family... the Jia family line has ended..."

In a single day, both the son and the grandson died.

The Jia family line has truly ended.

Sha Zhu stood there blankly, staring at the pool of blood and flesh on the ground, then at the distraught Qin Huairu, his mind completely blank.

He was just comforting Sister Qin, saying that Bang Geng would definitely be alright...

Now...

Yi Zhonghai was so frightened that he sat down on the ground with a thud, his face turned pale and his whole body trembling.

He looked at Banggeng's corpse, then at the hideous bloodstain on the Jia family's wall, and his already nauseous stomach churned even more violently.

"Ugh—" He couldn't help but gag.

When Yan Bugui came over after taking the statement and saw this scene, his legs went weak.

He held onto the door frame to keep from collapsing.

……