I put you in charge of those rebellious female soldiers, how come they all became top special forces

An Ran quickly walked to target position number three, stretched out her intact left hand, and tried to help Shen Doudou, who had fallen and was sitting on the sand.

Ram followed closely behind.

Shen Doudou didn't take An Ran's hand. She just wiped her face haphazardly with her sleeve and stood up unsteadily, supporting herself on the ground with both hands.

He then waved his hand and said in a low voice, "Captain, Sister Ram, you two continue practicing, don't worry about me."

After saying that, he dragged his heavy legs and staggered toward the cooking squad.

Guo Huaiying looked at the thin figure from behind, scratched the back of her head, and turned to look at An Ran.

The latter sighed and could only wave to signal everyone to continue training.

The kitchen of the mess hall in the afternoon.

Shen Doudou moved a small stool and sat down in front of the mountain of potatoes.

All afternoon, the only sound in the kitchen was the soft scraping of a peeler against the skin.

Suddenly, the blade accidentally veered off course and sliced ​​off a piece of skin and flesh from the index finger.

Bright red blood seeped out instantly and dripped into the muddy water.

Normally, Shen Doudou would have already been yelling and asking Song Jia for a band-aid.

But at this moment, she didn't even frown, her empty eyes fixed on the reflection of the ripples in the basin.

I peeled 10,000 potatoes until my wrists were red, swollen, and numb.

It wasn't until it was completely dark that Shen Doudou was taken away by two military police officers.

In a corner of the military district, in a solitary confinement room where Jiang Nan had once been held.

Shen Doudou hugged her knees tightly and huddled in the deepest corner of the wall.

Even though my body was so exhausted, I still couldn't fall asleep.

Confined outdoors.

In the shadows at the end of the corridor, four heads were furtively piled together.

Ram muttered in a low voice, "Captain, why is it so quiet inside? Is the instructor really torturing us?"

An Ran's face darkened, and she kicked Ram's butt, signaling her to shut up.

Guo Huaiying squatted at the bottom as a base, holding a large watermelon she had somehow acquired. She scooped it out with a spoon while mumbling incoherently, "I think the instructor is such a nice person. At most, he'll make her do a thousand push-ups. He wouldn't really kill her."

Jiang Nan frowned slightly, instinctively sensing that this matter was not simple.

Just as the group was about to step forward to investigate...

Footsteps came from the direction of the stairwell.

The four female soldiers were startled and scrambled into the nearby blind spot.

Chen Zheng walked briskly down the corridor with one hand in his pocket and the other holding his thermos.

Arriving at the door of the solitary confinement cell, he pushed the iron door open, strode inside, and locked the door behind him.

Shen Doudou was startled and looked up at Chen Zheng in front of her.

The latter did not rush to speak, but walked to the center of the room and sat down in a chair.

"He peeled those 10,000 potatoes quite cleanly this afternoon, and did 200 squats very well."

"But... I can't go back to the team yet."

Shen Doudou swallowed hard, instinctively trying to avoid Chen Zheng's gaze.

He freed his right hand, reached into the pocket of his training uniform, and pulled out two drawings.

With a flick of his wrist, Chen Zheng slammed the two paintings onto the ground in front of Shen Doudou.

"Look carefully."

Shen Doudou was startled and instinctively looked down.

The first photo shows the wooden door to the Shen family's bedroom, with metal trim around the edges and a heavy-duty bolt lock installed upside down in the center.

The second photo shows the man wearing reading glasses and a supermarket apron.

With his powerful physical control and extraordinary memory, he can easily recreate everything he has seen through painting.

The moment Shen Doudou saw the contents of the photo, her mind went completely blank.

She screamed and instinctively shrank back into the corner.

Chen Zheng leaned forward and slowly said:

"Running away solves nothing."

"In a normal household, who would install a security lock inside out on their daughter's bedroom door, leaving no keyhole on the outside?"

Shen Doudou shook her head desperately, covered her ears, and tears streamed down her face.

Chen Zheng didn't stop; he stood up and walked over to her.

"And look at this father."

"He seems honest on the surface, but during the day he's timid and submissive, even watching his wife's expression before killing a fish."

"But on a night when his repressed emotions erupted, he attempted to assault his own daughter!"

"Yes or no?"

"Stop talking, please stop talking!" Shen Doudou quickly raised her fist, trying to stop Chen Zheng.

But the latter simply raised his hand slightly to stop her.

"If I'm not mistaken, he ultimately failed."

"Your mother drove that beast away."

"But for reasons such as maintaining the integrity of the family, and so that you wouldn't be gossiped about in the future, she didn't call the police or get a divorce."

"I just use a security door and sleep in separate rooms to keep an eye on my husband at all times."

Chen Zheng grabbed Shen Doudou by the collar and pulled her up from the ground.

"And you? You don't even have the courage to face reality."

"I can only numb myself by sleeping, to escape my psychological trauma!"

"I don't even dare to look at it normally. I get so scared when I get a phone call that I can't even hold the gun properly."

Those suppressed memories are constantly surfacing at this moment.

Shen Doudou stopped struggling and let Chen Zheng hold her, then burst into loud sobs.

"No, it wasn't like this before."

She sobbed as she shouted out the truth, her words broken and fragmented.

"My dad used to be very good to me. He loved me very much and would bring me candied hawthorns every day after get off work. My mom was also very gentle. Our family was very happy."

Shen Doudou's eyes were red as she gripped Chen Zheng's arm tightly.

"Until later, he was swindled out of all his money in business and ended up with a mountain of debt, and that's when he changed completely."

He comes home drunk every day, smashing things.

Her tears fell onto the back of Chen Zheng's hand.

That night, it was pouring rain outside.

"He was so drunk he could barely walk, and he collapsed on the sofa, reeking of alcohol, and vomited all over the floor."

"I felt sorry for him, so I went to the kitchen and made a big bowl of hangover soup and brought it to him."

"But he didn't drink it." As if subconsciously resisting that memory, Shen Doudou shook her head frantically, but still tried her best to tell Chen Zheng what happened that day, "Then...then he slapped the bowl over, grabbed my hair, and dragged me into the bedroom!"

"He grabbed my shoulders and said... that after raising me all these years, it's only right that he have some fun!"

"I struggled desperately, biting his hand, but I couldn't push him away."

"If my mom hadn't rushed in with a cleaver, held it to her own neck, and forced him to get out, I would have..."

By the end, Shen Doudou could no longer speak, only sobbing silently as she clung to Chen Zheng's hand.

Having finally learned the whole truth, Chen Zheng did not rush to put her down. Instead, he gently patted her head and pulled her into his arms.

Shen Doudou is really thin; you can feel her ribs with just a little pressure.

The person in his arms kept sobbing, and Chen Zheng remained silent, only offering quiet comfort.