Zhang Sijiu's question drew Yang Yuanding's attention back.

After a night of fever, his lips were covered with dry skin, and his face was a little sluggish. When he opened his mouth, his voice was a little hoarse: "Do you know why Mr. Zhou died?"

Zhang Sijiu was stumped by this question.

How could she possibly know why Mr. Zhou was being sought for revenge? And looking at the posture, it was clearly a blood feud!

"Seeking revenge? Maybe his son offended someone outside?" Zhang Sijiu tried to guess, but she felt that Yang Yuanding seemed to know everything. But how could he know? Could it be that Magistrate Yang investigated the case so fast?

Yang Yuanding shook his head.

Zhang Sijiu stopped guessing and asked him directly: "Why is that? Do you know?"

"It's because of me." After Yang Yuanding said this, his eyes immediately turned red.

Zhang Sijiu was stunned, and for a moment he suspected that he had heard wrongly.

But after she was sure that she heard correctly, she also felt that Yang Yuanding had made a mistake. Yang Yuanding was just a little kid now, a junior high school student at most. What could a junior high school student do? And Mr. Zhou was silenced?

Before she could express her deep suspicion, Yang Yuanding had already closed his eyes and repeated sadly: "It's really because of me."

Before he could blurt out the sentence "It's impossible", Zhang Sijiu suddenly had an idea flash in his mind, and he couldn't say it immediately.

She suddenly thought about why Yang Yuanding said that he was responsible for Mr. Zhou's death.

Yesterday, there seemed to be pen, ink, paper and inkstone on the table.

There is no pen, ink, paper or inkstone to seek revenge.

And those injuries from abuse...what if they weren't tortured for revenge?

That is to use rigorous interrogation to extract a confession.

But what does Mr. Zhou have that deserves to be tortured and forced to confess?

Combining the pen, ink, paper and inkstone, Mr. Zhou's identity, and Yang Yuanding's words, the answer seems to be ready to come out.

A chill suddenly rose from the soles of his feet, causing Zhang Sijiu to have goosebumps all over his body - mainly because he had always lived in a peaceful and prosperous society under the rule of law, so he had never experienced such a thing, and had never expected it.

However, one day I will experience so closely what it means to be outside the rule of law!

The distance between life and death seems closer than when we were in the emergency department. And the process of life and death is far more cruel than what we see in the hospital.

Birth, old age, illness, and death are all experiences that everyone has to experience. It is a part of nature.

But when someone kills someone cruelly, it's because of conspiracy and profit. It feels completely different from dying due to illness.

It took her a while to find her voice: "Is it your drawing?"

"Yeah." Yang Yuanding responded, with a hint of dejection in his voice. He even asked Zhang Sijiu: "Do you think I shouldn't have done this? Even if I wasn't so casual at the time and didn't give Mr. Zhou

After seeing the drawings, maybe... no, no, the murderer won't believe it."

His tone became more and more depressed, and finally he pulled up the quilt to cover his face and the tears that came out: "Si Jiu, today it is Mr. Zhou, tomorrow it will be you, the second eldest brother."

Brother, even dad and mom? Why didn’t they come directly to arrest me——"

"They don't dare, and they don't have the chance." Zhang Sijiu looked at the pattern on the quilt and said honestly: "You are in the county government, and County Magistrate Yang is an official. If anything happens to anyone in your family, the court will definitely not let it go. The murderer

I’m probably afraid of causing too much trouble.”

"As for me, they won't think that I, a child, know anything. There's no point in arresting me." After Zhang Sijiu said this, he suddenly breathed a sigh of relief: I have never thought that being young is such a good thing.

!I feel like I have escaped a disaster!

But thinking about it this way, doesn't it mean that Mr. Zhou is even more unlucky? No one else is suitable to take action, he is the only one...

Zhang Sijiu suddenly felt that nothing he said was appropriate.

She was of course scared and grateful that she had not encountered such a thing. But such happiness seemed to be a bit disrespectful to the deceased - it felt like she was saying, luckily it was someone else.

However, Zhang Sijiu felt that he himself had such uncomfortable emotions, let alone Yang Yuanding.

I'm afraid no one in the world can truly empathize with Yang Yuanding.

Zhang Sijiu could only say softly in the end: "If you feel sad and blame yourself, just cry. After crying, you will feel a little better."

Suppressed crying soon came from the quilt, and finally turned into howling, and then into breathless sobbing. Finally, not long after, Yang Yuanding finally couldn't bear it anymore and opened it up himself.

The quilt revealed a very embarrassed face.

His eyes were red from crying, like red rabbit eyes, and his face still looked childish, which more or less touched Zhang Sijiu's soft heart, and he couldn't help but show his tenderness towards children: "Nose

Not breathing? It’s okay, just take it easy and it’ll be fine. Or if you lie on your side, you’ll be able to breathe on one side soon.”

Zhang Sijiu even picked up the handkerchief next to him and wiped his nose carefully - well, there was quite a lot of mucus, but it was all clear nose, indicating that there was no upper respiratory tract inflammation... This is a good thing.

Yang Yuanding felt embarrassed and took the handkerchief and blew it randomly by himself.

Seeing that he was using too much force, Zhang Sijiu kindly reminded him: "Don't blow your nose too hard. Be careful of otitis media."

Blowing your nose forcefully may feel good for a while, but blowing your nose too hard may damage the nasal mucosa, cause mucus to pour into the ear canal, and cause bacterial problems, leading to otitis media.

Now, Yang Yuanding didn't dare to blow his nose.

He looked at Zhang Sijiu with his eyes open, shocked and pitiful - blowing your nose is so scary?

"It's okay to be gentle. Block one nostril and blow gently." Zhang Sijiu gave funny instructions. He felt that this child was the type that all doctors like: listen to the doctor more!

Yang Yuanding blew his nose obediently and gently, with such a posture that he probably wouldn't be able to remember Mr. Zhou for a while.

Zhang Sijiu didn't wait for him to finish taking care of his nose, and then diverted his attention again: "Want to drink sweet porridge or salty porridge?"

Yang Yuanding subconsciously chose: "I want to drink salty porridge."

"I'm going to ask if there are any." Zhang Sijiu got up and went out to ask Chen Dou.

When she stood up and left, Yang Yuanding suddenly realized: Huh? Did Si Jiu treat me as a little friend? And what's going on, I clearly have no appetite, why did I choose?! Shouldn't I say that I don't want to eat?

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However, when Zhang Sijiu came back with a bowl of minced meat porridge, he still didn't dare to say what he didn't want to eat: the porridge he chose, he had to take two sips while kneeling!

The minced meat porridge not only contains minced meat, but also adds shredded ginger and chopped green onion, and even adds two drops of sesame oil. Before you eat it, you will feel that as soon as you take it, the salty fragrance and mouth-lubricating comfort will make you want to stop.
Chapter completed!