Downstairs in the community, the large characters on the banner have a bloody connotation.

There were about hundreds of people surrounding this place. They were shouting at the top of their lungs at a certain location in the residential building, and the words in their mouths were vicious and unpleasant.

The security guards and police officers who maintained order stood downstairs and did not let anyone go up.

But even so, these people's vicious words had a huge impact on Li Xiaorui, who was hiding at home upstairs:

"Why is it that my child died and this sinner's son is still alive? Why!"

"Li Chongfeng is seriously derelict in his duties! Doesn't he know how cruel the prisoner is? He knows! But he still unlocked the door! No matter what the reason is, Li Chongfeng must be executed!"

"Li Chongfeng is a devil! His son deserves to die too. Please sentence him to a series of punishments..."

Shen Bai looked at the excited people and secretly clenched his fists.

He often fantasizes about what he would do if he fell into the same predicament as Uncle Li did back then.

——Either the prison is opened and the felons are allowed to cause trouble to the citizens; or the heart is as hard as iron and dozens of transferred children are brutally killed.

For an ordinary person with a conscience, no matter what choice he makes, he will regret it for life.

No matter what you choose, it's all wrong.

Uncle Li has been drinking alcohol all year round, mostly because he got himself drunk so that he would not think of this incident.

Shen Bai still remembered that a year later in 1194, Uncle Li’s confession contained these words:

"As a police detective, I release serious criminals privately, which is an unforgivable crime."

"As an adult male, I see innocent children being harmed in front of my eyes, but I can't do anything about it. The crime is unforgivable."

"As a husband and father, my wife became ill from overwork and died because of me. My young son lives alone and suffers all kinds of suffering in the world. I am... unforgivable."

"Not worthy of being an agent, not worthy of being a man, not worthy of being a husband, not worthy of being a father."

"I...please plead guilty."

Chen Bai would feel sad every time he saw Uncle Li's gray hair and the photo of Li Xiaorui when he was a child hidden in his pocket.

Helplessness is also part of life.

In the summer of 1193, Shen Bai, who had traveled through time and space, stood downstairs at Li Xiaorui's house, thinking a lot.

He originally wanted to sneak in quietly and visit young Li Xiaorui. Even though they didn't know each other now, he could still bring him some delicious food and fun.

For those who have reached the bottom of life, any hug is warm.

However, there are too many security guards under the residential building where the public security office is located.

Whether it was to take care of the orphans of old colleagues or to protect the families of key figures in important cases, the public security station would not let these angry people rush upstairs to harm Li Xiaorui.

Shen Bai saw that in the team of police detectives, there were several warriors exuding terrifying aura standing on high places, constantly observing the surrounding situation. One of the extremely burly men even shouted loudly:

"Why are you people crying and shouting! Even if Li Chongfeng is guilty, does Ma Le Gobi have anything to do with his son? What kind of skill is it to embarrass a twelve-year-old baby!"

The big man's loud voice immediately drowned out the crowd's voices. After a brief silence, people began to denounce him.

The big man looked aggrieved and clenched his fists, but as an agent of the Public Security Bureau, it was impossible for him to be violent to the citizens on this occasion. The colleagues around him quickly grabbed him, tried to persuade him, and coaxed him back into the assault vehicle.

Shen Bai in the distance laughed dumbly, glanced at the window of Li's house, turned and walked away.

Since he couldn't sneak in quietly to visit the young Li Xiaorui, and his home was protected by police officers from the Public Security Bureau, there was no use staying here by himself. He might as well continue to explore this era.

I just want to find another opportunity to talk to Xiao Rui about Uncle Li when I go back... It's better to go home and visit more often.

Xiaobai, who was always worried about Li Xiaorui's family affairs, sighed and continued walking in Lanhai City in 1193.

He stubbornly "bought" a popsicle from a local ice cream factory in Lanhai City, eating it while walking and wandering around. He often asked passers-by for directions, or sat on a lounge chair in the park and fed the pigeons.

Words, actions, food... Shen Bai experienced this era from various angles.

As the sun set, he sat on the lawn of a garden somewhere in Lanhai City and felt a suction force.

Shen Bai realized clearly that he was about to go back.

He stood up, picked off the weeds stuck to his pants one by one, and walked forward along the road.

Shen Bai wants to conduct an experiment.

Ten minutes later, he came to the post office.

"Hello, I want to handle [Time Express] business."

"Okay, sir, what do you want to send to your future self? Is it a sentence? Or a letter?"

"A token."

Shen Bai handed the rinsed ice cream stick to the sales staff and said with a smile:

"Please save this stick and mail it to Room 802, Unit 3, Building 3, Hot Spring Community, Lantian Street, signed by Shen Bai. The estimated delivery time is the evening of April 26, 1206."

"Okay, sir." The salesperson recorded it quickly and handed Shen Bai a receipt:

"Our post office is an institution directly under the federal government. We will definitely fulfill your request and deliver this item to the designated location at the agreed time... Please pay the management fee and storage fee, a total of 4,300 yuan."

"good."

Shen Bai nodded and took out the money from his pocket.

——This is a genuine federal banknote from 1193. Shen Bai did not wander around this afternoon. Because he joined the night watchman, he often hid some psychic nutrient solutions and healing potions in his clothes. Just now he put These expensive snake oil liquids were sold at low prices.

The transaction amount is not large, and even if there is a problem, it is impossible to chase it to the post office.

As a federal non-profit institution, the post office has always been reliable. The "Time Express" business was still in operation until 1206. The business was pretty good and I never heard of anything happening.

The most important thing is that he can remember the express delivery number and check it on the official website when he returns!

The slogan of "Time Express" is "A letter to your future self". It attaches great importance to confidentiality and time accuracy, and all transaction records will be completely preserved.

After everything was done, the suction force around Shen Bai became stronger and stronger. He knew that the time to go back was coming, so he quickly walked out of the post office and bit his thumb hard.

Blood spurted out, skin and flesh were torn.

From this, Shen Bai and this era left traces on each other.

The next second, endless brilliant colors distorted the world again. As time passed by, Shen Bai appeared in his living room again.

His left and right hands held the Creation Card and the toy bear respectively. The hands of the clock hanging on the wall did not move at all.

Shen Bai looked at his thumb, it was as smooth as ever and there was no blood.

He went to the computer, clicked on the homepage of the Federal Post Office, entered the Time Express tracking number in his memory, and found that there was no record. He waited for a long time with Miss Black Cat in his arms, but no courier came to his door.
Chapter completed!