SFTD -Chapter 356 Why Are You Here?

As expected, during the trial of this case, Peng Chunyang and Peng Chunlei kept shifting blame onto each other, constantly changing their statements.

Wang Man grew furious and directly produced the DNA test report taken from under Peng Chunling’s fingernails.

Seeing this, the two finally confessed to what had happened. The earlier part of Peng Chunyang’s account about drinking cola was not a lie.

However, they had lured Peng Chunling onto the balcony and tricked her into taking off her clothes. Since she had grown up often naked on the balcony since childhood, she didn’t feel embarrassed and simply complied.

The two then groped her, though they did not actually fully rape her—her overweight body was simply too off-putting for them.

Within a few minutes, Peng Chunlei climaxed directly. He casually grabbed a cola bottle and used it, but still ended up spilling it on his hands. Disgusted by the sticky substance, he wiped it onto Peng Chunling’s chest.

Meanwhile, Peng Chunyang was still continuing. He grabbed Peng Chunling’s hand and used it against his own genitals in a rapid motion. His actions and expression truly terrified her.

Feeling the strange sensation in her hand, she struggled violently. In an instant, Peng Chunyang screamed in pain and clutched himself, collapsing to the ground.

Peng Chunlei thought Peng Chunyang was injured and immediately slapped Peng Chunling hard across the head, cursing at her.

After recovering slightly, Peng Chunyang also rushed over and hit Peng Chunling. Completely terrified, and with nowhere to escape in the unfamiliar environment as the door was blocked, she ultimately jumped out of the window.

The two men who fell onto the balcony were shocked for a moment and quickly crawled to the edge, peering down. Only their eyes were visible as they looked over. A cola bottle beside Peng Chunlei slipped and fell due to his movement.

They were too tense at the moment, or perhaps something else—there was only a loud thud, but no cries or screams were heard.

They listened carefully, confirmed there was no sound, and then looked down again, searching for a long time without finding Peng Chunling.

The situation was bizarre.

It was the 28th floor.

Falling from there meant certain death—but where was the body?

Peng Chunlei climbed onto the window ledge, gripping a metal pipe above as he leaned out to search. Only then did he see Peng Chunling lying on a small platform below.

Her pale, exposed body was clearly visible. There was no blood pool, just her lying there motionless.

The two discussed it and decided that since they had personally seen her fall but couldn’t find her, outsiders would be even less likely to discover anything.

With that in mind, they began to act. They restored the room as much as possible, even cleaning it unusually thoroughly. Peng Chunling’s clothes and shoes were burned, and the metal basin containing the ashes was packed into a large bag and thrown away.

Afterward, whenever anyone asked, Peng Chunlei would claim he didn’t know where Peng Chunling had gone. Since the siblings had never been close, no one paid much attention.

It wasn’t until the case broke open that, after being interrogated once, Peng Chunlei went to Peng Chunyang and said he couldn’t bear the responsibility alone. They should give partially mixed statements and let the police investigate. Maybe, if they delayed long enough, the matter would pass.

Peng Guodong heard everything inside the room. His younger son was his favorite. He quickly came out to discuss with them.

Peng Guoan could not be told. The three of them decided to stay silent. Peng Chunyang’s mother was sent back to their hometown, and Peng Chunyang himself was sent to his uncle’s house in Building 7. Unexpectedly, the census eventually exposed the issue.

After reading the case file handed over by Zhou Hai, Xu Biao looked unusually serious.

“These two boys are unfortunate. They’re over sixteen but under eighteen. Even if sentencing is reduced, this case will stay with them for life—it’ll be a permanent stain on their future.”

“It may even affect marriage and having children later. There are quite a few reports about this kind of thing.”

“Bang!”

Zhou Hai slammed the photo frame down on the office desk, anger written all over his face.

“No matter what punishment they receive, they’re still alive. But Peng Chunling is dead!”

“She had epilepsy caused by repeated head injuries from childhood that were never treated, which led to episodic mental illness.”

“What people called low intelligence was actually the result of being locked up on the balcony for years.”

“If she had been sent to school and properly guided, she would have been normal.”

“So I don’t think there’s anything worth pitying about how they’re sentenced. If you pity them, then how do you face Peng Chunling, who is dead?”

Zhou Hai’s words left Xu Biao silent.

Ignorance leads to consequences that only oneself must bear. Two families had been destroyed. There was no time for lamentation now.

After organizing all the autopsy reports and completing the case file, Xu Biao took it and left.

Justice now had to be served for Peng Chunling. A girl born to a mentally impaired mother, neglected and abused—this kind of suffering was terrifying. All they could do now was close the case quickly and submit it for prosecution.

Xu Biao, unusually stern-faced, headed straight to the Changhe Criminal Police Team.

Soon, it was September 5th—the day the little loli started school.

Lu Zhengfei and his mother were not allowed to send her off. With so many people in the same city, being escorted to registration was too embarrassing for her.

However, Zhou Hai did not escape and was assigned the task of sending her to school.

After a quick breakfast, the two loaded the car and headed straight for Southeast University. The little loli sang along the way, and they quickly arrived.

Standing at the familiar campus gate, Zhou Hai paused for a long moment, lost in thought.

The little loli, carrying a small backpack, suddenly jumped in front of him, snapping him out of his thoughts.

Seeing that she hadn’t grown much taller, Zhou Hai couldn’t help but worry—would she be completely lost in the crowd? Would she be bullied?

Sensing his thoughts instantly, the little loli narrowed her eyes coldly and stomped her foot.

“So you’re making up stories about me in your head? What’s wrong with being short?”

“Hmph! Uncle Lu said you can still grow at twenty-three—I still have time! Who says I won’t get taller?”

“And brains matter more anyway—you still get bullied by me!”

Zhou Hai thought about it and realized she did have a point.

“Fine, your logic is… uniquely structured. And with that sharp tongue, I should actually be worried about your classmates instead. What are you even worried about?”

The little loli pouted and blinked at him, looking like she might cry.

Zhou Hai silently reminded himself: this is psychological warfare. Do not fall for it. That bet still hasn’t been fulfilled—if she remembers it, it’ll be trouble.

“Ahem… don’t make that face. We’re at the school gate.”

“These will be your classmates from now on. It’s embarrassing if people see.”

“Let’s go register.”

She snorted but said nothing, turning and walking toward the gate.

Ahead, two long queues were already visible. They took a deep breath and joined the line on the west side under the guidance of senior students.

The crowd was dense. It was late August/early September, and Southeast China was hot. In less than five minutes, sweat formed on the little loli’s forehead. Zhou Hai patted her shoulder.

“Don’t you have an umbrella in your treasure box?”

She shook her head.

“No need. I’m not that delicate.”

Just then, two girls in front of them turned around and glanced at her.

Zhou Hai noticed both were holding umbrellas—clearly expensive ones, with pink lace edges and a very princess-like style.

He nudged the little loli with a warning look. She snorted but stepped slightly back.

At that moment, a familiar exclamation came from behind.

The little loli seemed startled and immediately turned around.

A tall, thin young man was standing right behind her, slightly bent forward, looking at her with a resentful expression.

She blinked in surprise.

“You… why are you here?”