Ou Jun’s questions became increasingly nonsensical.
The look in his eyes was even stranger, making Xia Chuyi’s skin crawl as she said, "Comrade in the Liberation Army, why are you asking these questions?"
Had she revealed any flaws?
"Don’t be nervous, I’m just asking. You don’t have to answer," Ou Jun said in a progressively gentler tone.
Xia Chuyi: ...Given the situation, could she refuse to answer?
She needed to prove to him that she was ordinary, mundane, and knew nothing about the "bizarre" incidents involving human traffickers.
"My mother is a rural woman, and my father was also in the Liberation Army... However, he has already passed away, sacrificed for the country, dying on the battlefield." Xia Chuyi spoke calmly.
"A martyr?" Ou Jun’s expression changed slightly.
After a moment of silence, Ou Jun said somberly, "I’m sorry."
"It’s nothing." After responding, Xia Chuyi pursed her lips and spoke no further.
Ou Jun, observing her demeanor, suddenly sighed and said, "I’m really sorry, I didn’t mean to intrude."
"I... have a sister, about your age."
Xia Chuyi raised her eyebrows in surprise and looked at him, not understanding what he meant.
Ou Jun looked at her, his gaze very complex, and said, "My sister, when she was very young... was taken away by human traffickers."
"...I’m sorry." Xia Chuyi retracted her surprise.
She finally understood where the hatred for human traffickers in Ou Jun’s eyes came from.
Suddenly, Ou Jun gestured to someone nearby and said, "Take the children back. We don’t need to ask here anymore."
Clearly, he wanted to talk to her privately.
The children were somewhat reluctant, but finally, they left with the police.
Because their memories, missing her part, were only emotionally dependent on her.
When the children had been taken away, Ou Jun sat down again, looked at her, and said, "Your name is Xia Chuyi, right? Did you get into Kyoto University and come to Capital City for your studies?"
"Yes." Unclear of his intentions, Xia Chuyi could only nod obediently along with his words.
"That dog that delivers messages belongs to you, right?" Ou Jun asked.
She couldn’t deny this one; Uncle Quan was indeed hers.
"What about Xiao Kong? That’s my dog," she asked Ou Jun in return.
"Don’t worry, my people are taking good care of it," Ou Jun said with a gentle expression that did not hint at any problem.
He continued, "They say the dog is too smart. They want to buy it from you to train as a military dog."
Xia Chuyi: "Hehe, Xiao Kong and I have a deep bond."
Meaning, not for sale.
Ou Jun said, "Don’t worry, if you don’t want to sell, then don’t sell."
"The dog you raised is very good, just like you, very outstanding."
"When I return, I will have someone send your dog back to you."
"Thank you." Xia Chuyi nodded in thanks.
He looked at her, his expression inscrutable: "Over these years, our family has been searching for my sister’s whereabouts..."
"Our family despises traffickers so much, we would tear out their hearts and chop their bones, so when dealing with traffickers, even if someone uses extreme methods, I do not blame them."
"Because traffickers deserve it!"
Ou Jun’s eyes held a storm as he spoke these words.
Xia Chuyi remained silent.
Was he trying to get her to talk, or was he truly not going to pursue her?
Soon, Ou Jun regained his composure and said, "You really don’t need to be nervous. For traffickers to suddenly contract rabies, although it seems unscientific, is not impossible."