It seems that the villain is targeting me.

The self here—specifically her younger self—turned her head and looked at me, her expression normal and without hostility, like a silhouette left from a happy moment in the past.

She admitted that she was in a trance for a moment.

This feeling is really strange. The two people looked at each other silently, as if the past and the future were examining each other.

Chen Xiaoyue was speechless for a moment: "...Why didn't you go to class?"

"Today is a holiday, no classes," Chen Xiaoya said, writing and drawing on his notebook. "This is just a last-minute announcement from the school."

Chen Xiaoyue uttered a "hmm".

Since that incident just happened yesterday, it's reasonable for the school to arrange a holiday.

The school leaders must be having a huge headache as they have to conduct safety inspections in the school and appease the parents.

The only ones who may be happy about this are the students: no matter what the reason is, they are happy as long as they have a holiday.

But since I don't have to go to class...

Chen Xiaoyue turned her head abruptly - sure enough, the kitchen light was on, and she could vaguely see someone busy inside.

"Hey, doctor, you're awake," Xiao Niao poked his head out of the kitchen, seemingly having heard some noise outside. "Is the fever gone?"

Chen Xiaoyue nodded and said that she had already withdrawn.

"Come here." Xiao Niao said.

Chen Xiaoyue was a little confused, but still walked over obediently as she was told.

Xiao Niao used the back of her hand to feel the temperature on the doctor's forehead. "It's still a low-grade fever," she said. "Go put on your coat and be careful not to catch a cold."

When I came out after getting dressed, Xiao Niao had already brought lunch out from the kitchen.

Today they eat warm wontons, which are filled with mustard greens and dried shrimps. They are boiled in water, picked up, and mixed with a sauce carefully prepared with sesame paste, fermented bean curd, and chili oil. Then a little seaweed soup is added and stirred. The temperature is just right when it is done.

Let it dry until it is ready to eat.

The doctor swallowed unconsciously.

This was her favorite food, but she hadn't eaten it since the bird accident.

...Well, it’s also Chen Xiaoya’s favorite food. She has already sat down at the dining table with a big bowl in her arms.

When Xiao Niao first picked up this child, he thought she was weak and pitiful but could eat... After a while, he found that the only truth was that she could eat.

However, cooks like diners with good appetites, so Xiao Niao also brought out a plate of boiled vegetables, making it a nutritionally balanced meal.

She called for the doctor to come over.

"I made your portion. I was just thinking of waking you up," Xiao Niao took off her apron. "Do you like wontons? Otherwise, there's freshly cooked rice porridge. My noodles are also delicious..."

"Even if you have no appetite, eat something to help you recover faster."

Chen Xiaoya looked over eagerly: She really hoped that the doctor would say that she had no appetite, so that she could eat two bowls.

The doctor understood the look in Xiaoya's eyes - after all, it was her own son - and she gritted her teeth, wishing she could kick Chen Xiaoya out of the house right then and there.

In short, the three of them sat around the table, and the scene looked like a family of three.

The wontons were delicious, with a thin, smooth and tender skin, wrapped in salty and fresh dried shrimps and seasonal mustard greens. It was a familiar delicacy in her memory.

Unexpectedly, their appetites were quite similar. Xiao Niao glanced at the two people opposite, one big and one small, and found that they both liked to add double the sesame paste, a little vinegar and no soy sauce.

...I don't have to cook any extra dishes, it's so easy to feed.

She sighed in her heart, not realizing anything was wrong.

"Ah, right."

As if remembering something, Xiao Niao said, "Xiao Ya is going to the police station with me later, so you may have to stay home by yourself."

"The police station?"

"Well," Xiao Niao nodded and explained simply, "I have to go over and take a statement."

It was already very late when the police arrived yesterday. Considering that the two witnesses were underage students, they did not rush to take them back to the station for questioning.

It just so happened that the school was on holiday because of this incident, so Xiao Niao planned to take Xiao Ya there today.

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9:20 am, Jiangcheng Public Security Bureau, First Brigade.

A civilian police officer slumped at his workstation, staring blankly at the ceiling and sighing softly.

"Ugh……"

"I've already been through the whole night," he muttered to himself, "Why do things always happen within the next two days..."

The colleague next to him also sighed: "Who said it wasn't true?"

"Another gangster broke into the school with a knife, and someone reported finding a bullet..."

"Oh, I remember. I was the one who filled out that report," the civilian police officer recalled for a few seconds. "It was quite unusual... A monk from the temple came to report the case, saying that he found a pistol bullet in the donation box."

This kind of incident had not happened in Jiangcheng for several years. The bureau reported it overnight and began to check the registered firearms based on the type of bullets.

Of course, for these civilian police officers who report to the unit, this means endless reports to write and forms to fill out.

Not to mention that such a strange incident happened at Jiangcheng No. 1 Middle School yesterday evening... Fortunately there were no casualties and the suspect was taken back to the police station on the spot, otherwise who knows what would have happened.

The two sudden incidents in succession made them extremely busy, and many of them were unable to sleep all night.

"Strange things happen every year, but this year there are especially many," a colleague curled his lips. "Take that suspect from No. 1 Middle School. Do you know how he was caught? They say he just lay down and fell asleep when he was about to commit the crime."

"He was really asleep. He hadn't even woken up when he was taken to the detention center... He woke up around 3 a.m. and started screaming, crying and shouting that his arm was broken."

“There is such a thing…” The police officer widened his eyes in shock.

"Yeah," the colleague took a sip of tea from his cup, "but this guy was pretty easy to interrogate. He confessed everything before we even asked him anything, even admitting to the knife robbery."

If you plead guilty, things will be easy. The next step is to go through the process of collecting evidence and then bringing charges.

If nothing unexpected happens, Chen Zhengkang will be in prison before the Dragon Boat Festival.

"The impact of this incident is quite severe. I'm afraid it will be dealt with severely."

As he spoke, the colleague kindly poured strong tea into the officer's cup and said, "Well, you don't need to rest yet. You still have a lot of paperwork to fill out. You can't rest now."

The police officer thought, "Thank you very much."

His eyes fell again on the paper document on the desk, which contained a report on the accidental discovery of the bullet.

It happened to be a coincidence that the merit boxes in the temple were always placed in the hall. If they were not full, they would usually not be opened until two or three months later.

But it happened to rain heavily that day, and some water entered the Buddhist hall. The abbot of the temple was worried that the donation box would get damp and the banknotes inside would get moldy and infested with insects, so he had someone open the box in advance.

Just like that, by chance, they found the bullet lying at the bottom of the merit box.

A knowledgeable monk recognized that they were real gun bullets and sent someone down the mountain to call the police.

"...9mm brass bullet, standard police pistol caliber," the police officer said with a serious expression, "If

If it's not a police firearm missing, then someone is probably hiding guns in the city."

The public security in those days was still very chaotic, far from the peaceful administration of later generations. From time to time, one could hear news about shootings.

Because both sides in a gunfight will suffer casualties, some police service guns are lost in the fierce fighting. After being passed around for several times, they eventually end up in the hands of some unknown buyers.

This is undoubtedly a dangerous signal. The higher-ups have already started investigating and are preparing to confirm the source of the bullet as soon as possible.

But even if they do find it, they can only locate the specific gun, but not the person holding the gun.

The other party probably calculated this, so they threw the bullet into the merit box so calmly, right?

The police officer secretly groaned in his heart.

According to regulations, they must visit and investigate the people in the temple - but it happens to be a famous local tourist attraction. Since the last time the donation box was opened, no one knows how many tourists have thrown things into it.

A large-scale visit is impossible, so we can only ask the monks in the temple first... but I don’t think we can get anything out of it.

We may conduct several more rounds of inspections around the temple to see if there are any other firearm components...

If no new evidence is found, the case will most likely remain unresolved.

The police officer couldn't help but sigh again.

At this moment, the phone at the workstation suddenly rang.

He picked up the phone: "Jiangcheng Public Security Detachment, please go ahead."

I don’t know what the person on the other end of the phone said, but the police officer’s expression suddenly became serious.

He rummaged in his desk drawer, took out a pen, and began writing quickly on the memo, occasionally asking for a few details from the person on the other end of the phone.

After several minutes, he finally breathed a sigh of relief and ended the call.

"What's wrong?" The colleague beside him also straightened his expression, "Any progress in the case?"

"Ah, yes, about that bullet."

The officer stood up and tore off the filled memo. "Taoyuan police recently seized a batch of guns during a special operation against human trafficking, and among them happened to be the missing pistol..."

"The model, caliber, and timing of the loss all match... They suspect this is the bullet from that pistol."

My colleagues were a little shocked: "How can the investigation be so efficient? It's only been one night."

"I don't know... maybe it was just an accident."

"Anyway, Taoyuan has sent several police officers involved to negotiate with us and assist with the investigation."

"The person leading the charge is quite famous. She's the one who solved several major cases. She's also the one who led the anti-trafficking program. I think her name is..."

He glanced down at the memo in his hand.

"Officer Lando."

Chapter 111 Doctor: I feel like someone is thinking about me from behind

"Okay, classmate Chen Xiaoya, I'm going to ask you a few questions. Don't be nervous, just answer truthfully."

The adult in front of her adopted a gentle demeanor and spoke in a soft voice, as if he was worried about scaring her.

Chen Xiaoya's gaze wandered for a moment.

She instinctively looked at the door of the reception room - the door panel was of course opaque and she couldn't see outside at all - but she knew Xiao Niao was waiting for her outside.

This thought made her feel at ease, like a small boat floating on the sea, fixed in place by an anchor.

She then said to the officer who was questioning her, "Well, I understand. Go ahead and ask."

The police officer nodded, pulled out a new piece of paper, and began questioning according to the predetermined procedure.

He needed to sketch while asking questions because regulations required all questions and answers to be recorded in written form.

The household registration system shows that you and the suspect (Chen Zhengkang) are father and daughter, is that correct?

When was the last time you met him?

[Has the suspect contacted you?]

Do you know his motive for entering the campus?

[Are you sure that he still chose to continue the violence after recognizing you?]

This was easier than she thought.

Chen Xiaoya originally thought that this would make him feel indignant or even sad, after all, the 'suspect' mentioned by the police was his biological father.

But actually no, it doesn’t.

She didn't feel too sad.

Perhaps it was because deep down in her heart, she no longer felt that this person had any connection with her.

The officer behind the desk stood up and turned the fully written transcript paper around. "Okay, take a look at it first. If it's ok, sign it here."

Chen Xiaoya took the interrogation record from the police officer. After confirming that it was correct, she signed her name in the lower right corner of the paper.

"It's over," the police officer said. "Thank you for your cooperation, classmate. You can go home now."

The questioning time was actually not long, only about an hour, but when everything was really over, Chen Xiaoya still felt as if he was in another world.

Xiao Niao sat on a chair in the family waiting area.

She was a little lazy, with a blank expression on her face, her head leaning back against the chair, looking bored.