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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?”

Actually, the first person to duck wasn’t him

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

experience, could easily

Quinlyn, who had been silently enjoying her ice cream, suddenly

eyes immediately turned to her. Bennett squinted at her and asked, “Have

of her mouth and replied. “At the borderlands.”

recall that her file mentioned she had been kidnapped to the borderlands. The attackers did possess guns, but he wasn’t sure if they had

you come up with the idea to use a rope to save everyone? Weren’t you afraid, given they had and explosives?”

this leading line of questioning. He was

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scared” 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

of childhood, yet her words left everyone in the

tell that Quinlyn was not lying her words were

and instinctively patted her on the head, inquiring. “Who is Matthew?”

person who raised me.” She was an orphan, and Matthew had

saying. “If you miss him, we can bring him

issue

head, her gaze fixed on the melting ice cream in her hand. She said quietly. “There’s

shot by a criminal, and she had used money she earned from guiding to buy a coffin

acting as a lookout, helping to block three police cars in the mountain valley behind

taken by the villagers, she personally received the

bit young,” the man smoking in the driver’s