Reborn in 1977, I will no longer be my brother's blood bag.

The tea in the office had gotten a little cold.

The complaint letter sat in the center of the table, consisting of only two pages. Its content was similar to the previous one—questionable identity, questionable eligibility for registration, and a request for reinvestigation.

This time, however, no one paid attention to the content.

The head of the Women's Federation pushed the paper forward: "Do you recognize this character?"

Lin Xiuhe did not immediately turn the pages.

Lin Xiuhe first took out the second registration form from the envelope and placed it aside. Only then did she look at the letter of complaint again.

The character "资" (zī) is missing a stroke on the right. It's exactly the same as last time. The same thing happened with the whistleblower letter from the supply and marketing cooperative warehouse.

The Women's Federation director asked, "Do you remember?"

"have."

"Who?"

"No rush." ​​Lin Xiuhe carefully put the letter of complaint back into the envelope. "How will the county handle this?"

"Let's hold off for now." The Women's Federation director took a sip of tea. "The mock exam results just came out, and the Education Bureau doesn't want to affect the students' preparation. However—" She pulled another sheet of paper from her folder and placed it on the table, "This time it's more complicated than last time."

Lin Xiuhe looked down.

The investigation application has entered the registration process. This means that someone has filed two consecutive reports, and the reports are becoming increasingly formal.

The director of the Women's Federation continued, "The county suspects it was a malicious report, but to determine its nature, we need to find out who wrote it first."

Outside the office window, the evening breeze rustled through the courtyard, making the leaves whisper in the breeze.

Just then, footsteps sounded outside the door. Zhou Zhiyuan had arrived.

As soon as he entered, the director of the Women's Federation handed him the letter of complaint: "Take a look."

Zhou Zhiyuan took it, glanced at it for only a few seconds, and then frowned: "It's still this person."

"You recognized me too?"

"Um."

The three people in the office didn't continue speaking. The answer was becoming increasingly obvious; they were just one final step away.

Half an hour later, at the supply and marketing cooperative warehouse.

Li Hongmei was organizing the order slips when she saw several people come in, and she immediately gave up her seat.

"What did you find?"

Zhou Zhiyuan took out an old folder from the cabinet, which contained the letter of complaint from some time ago. The two letters were placed side by side, and the handwriting was almost identical. In particular, several habitual handwriting patterns made them easily recognizable.

Li Hongmei suddenly slammed her hand on the table: "I remember now!"

Everyone turned to look at her.

"I've seen this character before!"

"Where?"

"Supply and Marketing Cooperative Credit Ledger!"

The sounds of goods being moved came from outside the warehouse, and wooden crates made a dull thud as they hit the ground.

Li Hongmei rushed to the cabinet and pulled out an old account book. The pages were yellowed. She turned to one page and pointed it out to everyone.

"here!"

Name field: Lin Weidong. The handwriting is clear and legible.

The character "资" is also missing a stroke. The character "格" always has its last horizontal stroke pointing upwards. Exactly the same.

Zhou Zhiyuan placed the account book and the whistleblower letter together and compared them page by page. The more he looked, the more complete the evidence became.

Li Hongmei slammed her fist on the table in anger: "It really is him! Last time we reported him, this time it's all his fault!"

Zhao Xiaomei, standing to the side, also changed her expression: "Why? Second place in the mock exam isn't enough? What exactly is he trying to do?"

No one answered.

But the answer is already there—because he wasn't in first place.

As dusk approached, the investigation materials were reorganized. The two complaint letters, the debt records, and the handwriting comparison pages were all placed into a file folder. The head of the Women's Federation personally took them back to the commune.

Meanwhile, on the other side, the Lin family.

Dinner had just been set on the table when Wang Xiulan's smile returned—although she only got second place in the mock exam, in her eyes, second place was still a respectable achievement in the whole county.

"Weidong, if you work hard for a few more days, you'll definitely surpass her in the college entrance exam."

Lin Weidong sat at the table, his chopsticks untouched.

The afternoon's results list felt like a thorn stuck in my heart, impossible to pull out no matter what I did.

Just then, there was a knock on the courtyard gate.

Bang. Bang. Bang.

The voice was calm but steady.

Lin Jianguo got up and opened the door.

Two people stood outside the door—one was the director of the Women's Federation, and the other was an office clerk from the commune. Both were holding file folders.

Is Lin Weidong home?

The air in the courtyard seemed to freeze for a moment.

Lin Weidong looked up. When he saw the file folder, his expression changed instantly.