IBO -Chapter 132 Death Sentence

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The police soon arrived and sealed off the scene. Some officers stayed behind to collect evidence.

Song Yiran and the others, along with the badly beaten male boss, were taken to the police station.

The man was detained.

Song Yutu and Song Fu were taken to separate rooms for questioning.

Everyone else waited in the lobby.

Song Yiran sat on a chair, dazed and lifeless, like a soulless statue, staring blankly ahead.

Xiao Zhong’er took over and squatted beside the children, comforting them.

“What happened to Fu-Fu?” Song Buli asked, though he already knew the answer.

Xiao Zhong’er’s throat tightened. He tried to speak, but no sound came out.

“Was Fu-Fu…?” Song Buli hesitated.

He shook his head. “No, no, I shouldn’t ask that…”

Then he asked softly, “Did that male elf molest Fu-Fu?”

He stared straight into Xiao Zhong’er’s eyes.

Xiao Zhong’er felt burned by his gaze and looked away.

The other children were also watching him sadly.

After a moment of silence, he finally spoke.

He didn’t need to breathe, being a system, yet he felt suffocated by the heavy atmosphere.

In the end, he raised his head and said seriously: “Yes. That male elf molested Song Fu. He’s a beast. A dead beast. He deserves to die.”

“He’s disgusting! A pedophile! A pervert! A damn molester! Scum like him wastes oxygen just by living!”

He clenched his teeth.

“Trash like that should go straight to hell!”

His expression turned vicious, as if he wanted to strangle the criminal himself.

Soon, the questioning ended.

When the door creaked open, Song Yiran rushed forward and hugged Song Fu tightly.

Xiao Zhong’er was stunned. He had never seen Song Yiran run so fast.

Song Yiran carefully held Song Fu, comforting him in the gentlest voice.

His hands trembled as he spoke: “It’s okay… it’s okay… don’t be afraid. Big brother is here. I won’t let bad people hurt you again…”

“I’m sorry… it’s all my fault… I didn’t protect you…” He was drowning in guilt and remorse.

He had failed his brother.

If only he had noticed earlier…

If only he had arrived sooner…

But there were no ifs.

He hated himself so much his heart bled.

He wished he could tear that criminal apart and throw him into a lake to feed the fish.

Before the police case concluded, Song Yiran took Song Fu to the hospital for an injury assessment.

Molesters often injure their victims, leaving tears or bruises.

Although Song Yiran had checked him briefly and found no obvious wounds, he wasn’t sure about internal injuries.

Xiao Zhong’er could scan his body, but he couldn’t issue a medical report.

So they went to the hospital.

Song Yutu and the others sat side by side in the corridor, waiting.

Since the incident, Song Yutu had been unnaturally silent.

When he beat the man, he hadn’t cursed or shouted—he had only attacked.

He hadn’t spoken on the way to the police station or to the hospital.

Xiao Zhong’er grew worried and poked his shoulder gently.

“Um… are you okay?”

“I know this is really upsetting. If you’re sad, you can talk to me. I can lend you my shoulder.”

He sighed.

“Bottling it up isn’t good…”

Song Yutu didn’t respond. He just closed his eyes and rested.

Xiao Zhong’er sighed.

Raising kids was really hard. He wasn’t cut out for this.

What do you do when a kid keeps things inside?

Answer: Let Song Yiran handle it.

Soon, Song Yiran came out holding Song Fu, with a fresh medical report in hand.

The results made him breathe a sigh of relief.

Song Fu had no physical injuries.

No injuries—thank goodness.

But—

His mind had been traumatized.

Song Fu stayed curled in Song Yiran’s arms, unwilling to leave. Only there did he feel safe.

He leaned against his brother and said pitifully,

“Brother… Fu-Fu is scared… Fu-Fu doesn’t want to leave you…”

Song Yiran’s heart ached terribly.

He patted his back gently.

“Don’t be afraid. Brother is here. I’ll always protect you.”

The other children gathered around to comfort him.

Song Xianyue said, “Fu-Fu, the bad guy has been caught! He won’t hurt you anymore!”

Song Yinyun clenched his little fists.

“That’s right! If he dares bully you again, I’ll punch him away!”

Song Chiyu said sadly, “Fu-Fu, that bad guy will go to jail! Then he’ll only get prison food!”

Song An added, “He’ll have to do lots of work there, and the food will taste awful too!”

Song Yang also came out and gently comforted him, “Fufu, don’t be scared. The bad guy has already been locked up!”

Song Buli said seriously, “Fufu, we’ll all protect you!”

Song Xiuhu added, “Fufu, don’t be afraid!”

Song Yuexin followed up, “We’ll all stay by your side forever!”

Song Fu buried his whole little body deep in Song Yiran’s arms. No one could see his face—only his back.

His tail gently swayed before curling back. His muffled voice sounded timid:

“Thank you… but I’m still a little scared…”

Song Yiran softly stroked his head. “Good boy, it’s okay. It’s fine to be scared. We’ll always stay with you.”

Xiao Zhong’er nodded vigorously. “That’s right! We’ll always be with you!”

Song Yutu remained silent. He stood aside, watching everyone quietly, his gaze slowly sweeping over Song Fu.

Song Fu seemed to sense it. He turned his head and met Song Yutu’s eyes.

Song Yutu looked at him coldly, as if trying to see straight through him.

Song Fu quickly turned back and buried his head deep into Song Yiran’s chest.

Soon, everyone returned to the police station.

Song Yiran submitted Song Fu’s injury assessment report, then held him in the waiting area for the case results.

He stroked Song Fu’s head with heartache. “My poor baby suffered so much. Is there anything you’d like to eat?”

“Um… Fufu wants braised chicken drumsticks, fried meatballs, and braised pork!”

“Okay! Big brother will make them for you when we get home!”

Not long after, the results came out. The officer in charge brought them good news.

“Multiple pieces of evidence confirm the child molestation charge,” the officer said, handing over the verdict. “The criminal has been sentenced to death. The sentence will be carried out immediately.”

He added, “He was also involved in defrauding children. The evidence is solid. We’ve returned the 5,000 credit points to the child’s account.”

Song Yiran was stunned by the efficiency of the Karonteil Police Department.

So this was the efficiency of the interstellar era…

On Blue Star, it would have meant lawsuits lasting for weeks, months, or even years—and the punishment would often be light.

Back then, the criminal in Song Yiran’s case had only been sentenced to four years.

He was five at the time. When the man was released, he was only nine.

Four years was far too light.

Now, holding the verdict, Song Yiran finally felt his resentment ease.

He laughed as he hugged Song Fu. “Good boy, he got the death penalty! He deserved it! Hahaha!”

He laughed harder and harder, trembling violently, holding Song Fu tightly—like he was holding his younger self.

Warm drops suddenly fell onto Song Fu’s head.

He looked up.

They were Song Yiran’s tears.

Song Yiran was smiling broadly, yet tears kept pouring from his eyes.

He reached out to touch Song Fu’s head, but suddenly covered his mouth and frowned.

Xiao Zhong’er immediately realized he was having a stress reaction.

He quickly took Song Fu from his arms, freeing Song Yiran’s hands.

Song Yiran rushed to the restroom and vomited violently.

The others didn’t understand.

But when the retching sounds came from inside, Song Yutu instantly understood.