Shen Xin shoved Li Shi into the back seat.
After sobbing his heart out, he slumped into the seat, dazed and listless.
Li Xiaowen looked at the kitchen knife in his hand, his expression grave.
Zhang Kaisheng had been locked up, leaving behind a wife, a son, and a daughter at home.
The son was thirteen and attended middle school in the county; his wife's family handled picking him up and dropping him off. The daughter was much younger, only five, and hadn't started elementary school yet.
A woman and a young girl. If they hadn't stopped him today, it might have been two more lives lost.
Shen Xin considered how to correct the boy's thinking. At his age, he was extremely rebellious, and Shen Xin wasn't sure if his words would get through.
But not saying anything was definitely not an option.
