A figure emerged from around the corner of the house.
It was a fifteen or sixteen-year-old boy.
The boy looked at the pebble rolling to his feet and couldn't help but squint.
But he still raised his head high, staring straight at Chen Xiao:
"I'm out, what do you want?"
Seeing the defiance in the boy's eyes, Chen Xiao couldn't help but smile.
But Lin Xi recognized him at a glance: "Jiang Le? Why are you still in the village?"
"I wanted to see if you police are really investigating the case, but after watching, I found you were just having meals and taking walks, not doing anything serious!"
The boy Jiang Le said in a deep voice.
Lin Xi didn't mean to explain, instead, she spoke to Chen Xiao:
"One of the deceased, Jiang Pinggui's son, he was only four years old when it happened."
"Was he involved in the blockade of the special task force during the day?"
Lin Xi shook her head: "He's the only one who didn't participate in the blockade."
