"Kid, Uncle is taking you home, don't be scared."
"Kid, Uncle is taking you home, don't be scared!"
Outside the third prison, Su Qing, Shen Yi, and Li Zijun stood side by side, watching as a rural old man shouted while lifting a stretcher covered with a white cloth onto a vehicle not far away.
There were also four or five other men around, seemingly all relatives of Zhang Heng's family.
People respect the dead, hoping they rest in peace. No matter what Zhang Heng did outside, he didn't harm the village, didn't neglect his duties, and didn't disrespect his parents. He was just unlucky.
Su Qing looked at the stretcher being lifted onto the vehicle, covered with a white cloth, feeling indescribably uncomfortable. It wasn't that he had deep feelings for Zhang Heng, but rather the fact that he only saw the person earlier, and now, less than an hour later, there was no longer anyone called Zhang Heng in this world. It was a bit poignant.
