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In the interrogation room, I sneered at the police and asked, "What do you want to hear?"
"Should I make up a story for you?"
"Or do you think I should cry and repent?"
The officer coldly replied, "Shen Lin, your current attitude will only add to your mother's charges."
"You think you're protecting her?"
"No," I shook my head. "I know that no matter what I say, you won't believe me."
"Do you believe me if I say I didn't do it?"
"Do you believe me if I say I don't know?"
"You don't believe me."
I gave a self-deprecating smile. "So why should I say anything?"
"After all, you've already decided that I'm the accomplice."
The officer stared at me for a long time before sighing.
"Shen Lin, don't you feel anything about your family's deaths?"
"Your father, your grandmother—they're dead."
"Aren't you sad at all?"
I retorted, "What do you want to hear?"
"Sad emotions?"
"Crying?"
"Hysteria?"
I burst into laughter. "Do you think I'd be sad about a father who abused me since childhood?"
"Would I be sad about a grandmother who berated me all the time?"
"Am I some kind of lunatic?"
The officer frowned and said, "But your mother killed someone."
"Don't you feel anything at all?"
I laughed and said, "Feelings?"
"What feelings do you have?"
"Excitement?"
"Thrill?"
"Happiness?"
I laughed so hard my stomach hurt.
The police officer looked at me, a flicker of anger in his eyes.
"Shen Lin, aren't you being a bit indifferent to your mother's actions?"
"She killed someone!"
"She killed your father and your grandmother!"
I stopped laughing and replied coldly, "So what?"
"Do you know what they did to my mother?"
The officer asked, "What?"
I took a deep breath and said, "My father often beat my mother."
"Every night, when I was sleeping, I could hear my mom's cries of pain."
"The next day, I would see bruises all over her body."
"I told my mom since I was little to get a divorce."
"But she refused."
The officer paused for a moment, "How do you know all this?"
I gave a self-deprecating smile, "How could I not know?"
"Every time my dad beat my mom, I had to help her clean her wounds."
"Sometimes, if the injuries were too severe, we had to go to the hospital."
"Every time my dad gets drunk, I stand guard at my mom's bedroom door."
"Once, my dad was drunk and wanted to hit my mom."
"I struck him hard on the back with a stick, hitting him until he lost consciousness."
"Since then, he hasn't dared to hit my mom again."
The police officer looked at me, a complex expression flashing in his eyes.
He asked softly, "What about your mom? Has she ever thought about leaving?"
I sighed, "She's afraid of my dad's retaliation against me."
"One time, my dad was drunk and insisted on hitting my mom."
"I stood in front of her with the stick."
"My dad was so drunk that he couldn't see clearly and ended up hitting me on the head."
"I passed out at that moment."
"Since then, my mom hasn't dared to mention divorce again."
The police officer frowned and said, "So you just let your dad continue to abuse your mom?"
I forced a bitter smile, "What can I do?"
"I'm just a kid."
"I can only protect my mom as much as I can."
"But I have to go to school too."
"My dad refused to give me the household registration book, saying that if my mom dared to divorce him, I wouldn't even be able to finish high school."
"My mom knelt before him for three days and nights before he finally gave me the household registration book."
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