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Chapter 11

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In the living room, more than a dozen officers stood awkwardly crammed together alongside the captain and the recorder. Across the room, Stanley furrowed his brow and exclaimed, “Does it really require this many people just to take a statement? Someone unfamiliar with the situation might think your’re here to apprehend a criminal?”

The captain, Bennett Youngblood, feeling embarrassed by his team’s overzealous presence, rubbed his nose and offered an awkward smile. “It’s mainly because we all wanted to thank Ms. Anderson for her help today–she’s practically their savior”

Seeing Bennett offer an excuse, several burly officers quickly stepped forward, one after another, thanking Quinlyn

Quinlyn sat quietly on the couch, clutching the newly delivered ice cream. She watched it melt slowly while mentally tallying how many people hadn’t yet thanked her. Her short legs dangled, betraying a hint of impatience.

Every officer who had been involved in today’s mall incident couldn’t help but sneak glances at Quinlyn. When they saw her eagerly scooping up the ice cream, their expressions were priceless.

Had it not been for the mall’s surveillance cameras, they never would have believed that the child before them was the courageous soul who had barged into the climbing shop, grabbed a rope and a knife, calmly halted the officers from breaking, and single–handedly approached the criminal, pressing her head against the gun.

Bennett, though taken aback, had weathered numerous challenges. He quickly regained his composure, reminded his team to return to their posts, and then inquired, “Were you all together at the time of the gunshot?”

Stanley nodded and was the first to respond. “Yeah, we had just finished our ice cream and stepped out of the store.”

“And your first reaction was…”

“Of course, to hide, Stanley said matter–of–factly.

Bennett smiled, but his eyes were scrutinizing, “Most people, when they hear a noise, would instinctively seek out the source to see what’s happening, not hide. Or did you immediately recognize it as a gunshot?”

it made sense. Actually, the first person to duck wasn’t

felt that being truthful might get Quinlyn into trouble, so he frowned, dissatisfied, and said, “What do you mean by that? Are you implying we’re in league with

case experience, could easily discern

silently enjoying her ice cream, suddenly spoke up.

to her. Bennett squinted at her

of

she had been kidnapped to the borderlands. The attackers did possess guns, but he wasn’t sure if they had ever fired them, as they

“How did you come up with the idea to use a

amiss and disliked this leading line of questioning. He was about to intervene when he heard

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Quinlyn nodded, her youthful face betraying a gemine fear of death. Then, die continued, “But if I don’t do this, more people will suffer. I promised Matthew I would

retained a him of childhood, yet her words left everyone in the room

handling such cases, could tell that Quinlyn was not lying her words were heartfelt. and the determination in her eyes was unmistakable,

was also moved and instinctively patted her on the head, inquiring. “Who is

Eventually, she murmured vaguely. The person who raised me.” She was

her eyes and felt his heart soften. He comforted her by saying. “If you miss him, we can bring him here to

issue

gaze fixed on the melting ice cream in her hand. She said quietly. “There’s no need. He’s already passed away.”

by a criminal, and she had used money she earned from

helping to block three

villagers, she

a bit young,” the man smoking in