I'm only five years old, how come I've become the military region's darling?

Xiaochun's question stunned the woman, and even the police officer interrogating her was taken aback.

Suddenly it dawned on them that they had made a common-sense mistake: their attention was entirely focused on the identity of the murder suspect, while they ignored the most basic logic.

At midnight, without close contact or any light, how could this woman describe the other person's appearance so accurately?

Xing Yong took a step forward, his gaze pressing down on the woman. "Are you really sure you saw it clearly?"

The woman stammered, "I... I only saw a rough outline and guessed."

"You didn't guess." Xiaochun's face was tense. "If it's three meters away and at night, a normal person's judgment of vertical height will be compressed. They will usually subconsciously estimate 5 to 10 centimeters higher. You said 1.8 meters. It's not a guess, it's what you said directly."

"That's right. At midnight, without any light source, it's just the moon. A person's eye sockets, nose, and chin would form obvious shadows, and the edges of short hair would be blurred and blend into the darkness. It's impossible to see that clearly." Feng Yan walked in from outside the door.

He stared intently at Xiaochun, "Xiaochun is absolutely right. Everything you said from the beginning was fabricated beforehand."

The woman's expression went blank for a moment, as if a taut string in her heart had suddenly snapped. The change was too fast, happening in just a second, but Xing Yong and the others still noticed these instinctive reactions.

"I... I just guessed."

Xing Yong's eyes darkened little by little. He knew from that instant that the woman in front of him was not telling the truth.

This woman has something to hide.

He didn't have time to waste on people like that. "Did you kill Peng Sifang?"

The woman shook her head in terror, "No, no, I didn't kill him."

"Then why did you lie? Or do you know the person who killed him?" Xiaochun's clean, childlike voice seemed to scrape the woman like a knife, causing her to convulse. She unconsciously clenched her fists, her palms sweating profusely.

"If you don't tell me, then you're an accomplice to the person who killed him." Xiaochun knew this woman wasn't the murderer; every expression she made was genuine. She seemed to have something to worry about, but mostly fear. That meant the woman was hiding something—she probably thought someone had killed Peng Sifang.

[Ding~ Basic logical reasoning ability proficiency +10]

The woman's back was covered in cold sweat, and she clenched her fists tighter and tighter.

"Xiao Qin, just lock her up and leave it at that." Xing Yong reached out to carry Xiao Chun away, but the woman suddenly burst into tears, "Officer, I didn't do it, it really wasn't me, I did it, I did it..."

"What? Who are you covering for?"

The woman's face drained of color. "I was just guessing. I didn't say it was definitely him."

Her mind confessed before she could, leaving the woman frozen in place.

"Last night, I didn't expect Lao Peng to come back. He rarely comes over this late. My girlfriend came to my place, and the two of them ran into each other. Lao Peng was furious and cursed at my girlfriend and me, calling us sluts who were raised by prostitutes. My girlfriend was not satisfied when he left, so she chased after him a while later."

"You didn't go out to look for him when he didn't come back all night?"

The woman's shoulders slumped. "My relationship with my boyfriend was just about keeping each other company when we were lonely. I'm heartbroken about losing a sugar daddy like Lao Peng, why would I look for someone else?"

"I heard that someone had died at the intersection in the morning, so I went to take a look. I didn't expect it to be Lao Peng who died. I was shocked. I was about to leave when the police officer found me."

"What's your partner's name?"

"Deng Lixia".

The interrogation room lights flickered coldly, and the woman's face was somewhat pale. "Officer, I really didn't kill anyone. I lied because I was afraid you would think I killed Lao Peng."

Xing Yong tapped his fingers on the table repeatedly, creating a sense of suffocating pressure.

"So you think Deng Lixia killed him?"

The woman's lips moved a few times. "I... I don't think he'd dare."

Deng Lixia is a smooth talker who can only make her happy; she doubts he has the guts to actually kill someone.

Xing Yong got up, picked up Xiao Chun, and walked out of the interrogation room. Qin Yuezheng's expression was complicated. Xiao Chun had just discovered the problem in the suspect's mouth, which made his awkwardness seem somewhat ridiculous.

He thought Xiaochun was useless, but it was precisely she who discovered the problem and brought a new direction to the investigation, which saved them a lot of trouble.

"Xiaochun, you're amazing."

"What are you doing?" Xing Yong shoved away Niu Qiao's face, his full beard seemingly unafraid of poking the child. "Go find someone."

"Go, go, go right away." Niu Qiaobao grabbed Qin Yuezheng's arm, "Stop looking, the captain is protecting his daughter now."

After everyone left, Xing Yong still wanted to talk to Xiao Chun. Feng Yan looked a little nervous and asked, "Captain Xing, may I say a few words to Xiao Chun?"

Xing Yong frowned, feeling the little guy's chubby hand on his arm nod. He also had something to do anyway, so he said, "Then take good care of Xiao Chun."

"No problem, Captain Xing, I'll take good care of Xiaochun."

Feng Yan was a little nervous and didn't know how to get along with a five-year-old child. Xiao Chun took the initiative to grab his arm in a very friendly manner, "Brother, let's find a place to sit down and talk."

"Do you want me to carry you?"

"No need, Xiaochun can walk by herself."

Feng Yan looked at the little girl swaying in front of him, her pigtails bobbing back and forth, and his heart melted. He took a quick step and followed her. "Xiao Chun, you're amazing. You know more about painting than I do."

"Brother Xiaochun thinks you know more."

Feng Yan led Xiao Chun to his office, where the two discussed the portrait with great interest.

Meanwhile, Su Mei was extremely anxious. After Fu Chen resigned, he moved out of the military region, but the three children were still attending school in the military thanks to the mediation of their mother's maternal grandfather's family.

She's currently under a soft lockdown and can't get out, which is practically killing her.

She planned to see if she could submit an application or something, but she didn't expect to hear as soon as she arrived at Director Wang's office door, "Police officer, Fu Chen left after resigning. I just called to ask. He is now living at No. 10 Biluo Lane, Kaiping District."

"Hey, officer, is Peng Sifang dead because of Fu Chenqian?"

"Director Wang, thank you for your cooperation. We cannot disclose any details about the case."

Su Mei panicked and quickly hid, her heart pounding wildly.

Peng Sifang?

The name seemed so distant, but it suddenly came to mind. She remembered reading this report in her past life. The man had been murdered, and the killer hadn't been caught. However, the investigation into his case uncovered bribery and corruption. She remembered that it was from the health bureau, which was why she had noticed it.

Suddenly, Su Mei felt as if she had been struck by lightning. Fu Chen's move there was also related to Peng Sifang. If they investigated, wouldn't Fu Chen be in trouble?

Su Mei panicked immediately. No, Fu Chen absolutely cannot be harmed.

She turned and ran away. She needed to tell Fu Chen about this beforehand so that he wouldn't get arrested.