The red-head, the first to realize something was wrong, tried to run but was suddenly tripped by something.
It was that damn schoolbag strap, which had somehow wrapped itself around his ankle.
"Officer! They're robbing me!"
Ji Xiaosong cried out and lunged toward the police car. Her filthy school uniform was stained with muddy water, and the scrape on her elbow was oozing blood beads. "My mom is still in the hospital waiting for surgery…"
While taking her statement, the young officer frowned as he looked at the medical report.
Aside from the stomp mark on her wrist, all her other injuries were old ones.
He looked up toward the interrogation room. Through the glass, the girl was quietly sipping hot water, her hair falling to cover a scar. It was as if her earlier, precise dodges—which had avoided any fatal harm—had just been his imagination.
Outside the police station, Jiang Yao toyed with his phone before turning to leave.
