47 Confession

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Captain Feng reviewed the materials once more, preparing to meet with the newly formed special investigation team. Halfway there, an unknown number called his personal phone. He hung up twice in a row, but the caller persistently dialed again. Reluctantly, he shoved the files to a colleague beside him and stepped aside to answer.

The voice on the other end said, “I’m Zheng Jiahou.”

Feng’s heart tightened instantly. “How did you get this number? Where are you now?”

The voice was hoarse and distorted, mingled with the murmur of people in the hallway, making it hard for Feng to catch the words clearly.

He spun around, found an empty room, closed the door behind him. Then he heard Zheng say, “I know you’re looking for me. I can tell you everything.”

“Then what have you been hiding from these past few days?” Feng softened his tone, pulling out another phone to text a colleague while gently asking, “Where are you? I’ll send someone to pick you up.”

Zheng replied, “Just talk on the phone.”

Feng’s voice involuntarily sharpened, “How can we talk clearly over the phone?”

Zheng refused to negotiate. After a brief pause, he chose a straightforward beginning, marking the start of his story.

“That afternoon, a teacher came to the police station looking for me. She said she was going to visit a student’s home but wasn’t familiar with the village. Being a single woman, she was hesitant to go alone and asked if I could accompany her.

“I saw she was young and responsible for her students, so I gladly agreed. I didn’t think it was a police matter—I just went with her to show the way and helped contact Xu Yuan’s father. When we got to Xu Yuan’s house, I realized something had happened at the school.”

Xu’s father lived a life of drunken stupor. Though his carpentry work paid well, most of his money was wasted on cigarettes and alcohol. Occasionally, he gambled away hundreds in a day but never spared a penny on his son.

Zheng had dealt with him a few times and, generally speaking, felt he was an honest, simple man burdened with disappointment—very different from the rumors circulating about him.

The teacher showed Xu’s father photos of Liang Yizheng’s injuries and sternly recounted the school’s account of the incident.

Xu Yuan stood against the wall while his father sat at the dining table, smoking gloomily.

The red glow of the cigarette tip flickered, ashes falling to the floor. The open cigarette pack sat nearby; he’d put one out and lit another, the white smoke continually enveloping his face.

The teacher spoke for a long time, her throat dry, yet the father gave no response. Assuming he was shamelessly feigning ignorance, she roared in anger, half threatening, “Mr. Xu, are you just going to ignore this? The police are here too. You are Xu Yuan’s legal guardian and responsible for him. Don’t think that because he’s young, you can get away with murder and arson!”

“I…” Zheng glanced around, hesitating to speak.

Xu’s father lowered his head, enduring the scolding, and lit another cigarette.

Looking at this family, big and small, the teacher saw nothing but a stubborn, reckless attitude and rashly said, “If you keep indulging him like this, he’s destined for prison sooner or later! Now, your son has blinded a student’s eye! Can you even afford to compensate?”

Her chest tightened with anger at their indifference. Without thinking, she accused, “What kind of father are you? Are you even his real dad?! Xu Yuan is always so filthy at school, dirtier than homeless people on the street! Was he picked up off the street? Even if so, shouldn’t you care more?”

Zheng knew it was going downhill and kept tugging at the teacher’s arm, signaling her to stop. She shook him off, growing more agitated, nearly shouting at Xu’s father, oblivious to the fact that she was striking his deepest, most hidden pain.

Xu’s father tossed the half-smoked cigarette aside, grabbed a wooden stool beneath him, and pointed at Xu Yuan, “You want me to hit him, don’t you? You want me to beat him once to satisfy yourself.”

Partly fueled by youthful bravado and partly convinced Xu’s father was bluffing, the teacher ignored Zheng's warnings and stubbornly provoked, “If you dare, then hit him! If I were you, I’d have taught him a harsh lesson long ago—”

Before she could finish, Xu’s father slammed the stool down on Xu Yuan’s head. Xu’s body jolted, his pale face instantly stained with bright red blood.

The teacher froze in terror, her expression slow-motion fear, before letting out a piercing scream.

Zheng rushed forward to shield Xu Yuan, holding him behind. Before he could persuade Xu’s father, the man grabbed Zheng by the collar and violently threw him aside.

Gone was the meekness he showed while smoking; his face hardened as he grabbed a kitchen knife from the counter, then seized the teacher’s hand, forcing it to hold the blade.

The teacher struggled fiercely, pulling her hand back and retreating with trembling legs but couldn’t free herself. Her mind shut down in shock, reduced to screaming refusal.

Xu’s father gripped her hand tightly, his hysterical voice deafened her ears:

“Hit him! You wanted to teach him a lesson, right? You blinded his eye! Can you afford to pay for that?”

The teacher lost consciousness momentarily, her vision blurred as the knife flew out of sight, nearly causing her to faint.

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Fortunately, the knife missed its mark. Tears instantly streamed down the teacher’s face, her clothes soaked with cold sweat within seconds.

Seeing this, Xu’s father finally released her hand and grabbed Xu Yuan’s hair, slamming his head against the wall.

Warm blood splattered onto the teacher’s face—only a few drops, but it felt like it covered her entirely. Her skin tightened painfully as she let out a terrified scream.

Her piercing voice was like cat claws scratching ears, causing unbearable pain. It took her a long moment to realize the cries were coming from her own body.

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