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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?”

a moment. Upon reflection, it made sense. Actually, the first person to

trouble, so he frowned, dissatisfied, and

Bennett, with years of case experience, could

enjoying her ice

turned to her. Bennett squinted at her and asked, “Have you heard gunshots. before? Where

the corner of her mouth and replied. “At

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

with Quinlys tone friendly. “How did you come up with the idea

line of questioning. He was about to intervene when he

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“But if I don’t do this, more people will suffer. I promised Matthew I would be a

yet her words left everyone in the room speechless

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

and instinctively patted her on the head, inquiring.

glanced at him sideways, insure how to respond. Eventually, she murmured vaguely. The person who raised me.” She was an orphan, and Matthew had

felt his heart soften. He comforted her by saying. “If you miss him, we can bring him here to live with us.” Given their family’s affluence, supporting another elderly person wouldn’t

issue

the melting ice cream in

and she had used money

helping to block three police cars

was taken by the villagers, she personally received the money

sharp, definitely have potential, just a bit young,” the man smoking in the