Bao Longtu's Night Interrogation: The Unexpected Father Becomes a Father

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Zhang Long, Zhao Hu, Dong Chao, and Xue Ba entered carrying fire and water sticks, standing in two rows.
Bao Zheng, dressed as a court official, led Zhan Zhao and Gongsun Ce in, saying: "The drums of the yamen beat loudly, officials line up on both sides. The Hall of Life and Death of the
King of Hell, the Platform of Soul Extinction in the Eastern Prison. I am Bao Zheng, now serving before the Eighth King of Hell, judging cases of the underworld and
determining !"
Zhang Long and Zhao Hu: Oh yeah!
Bao Zheng: You two murderers, always finding excuses to linger in the mortal world! And you've learned such foul village dialect! Where are Ox-Head
and Horse-Face? Let them stand in court!
Zhang Long: Brother Ox took a bribe and was thrown into a cauldron of boiling oil by the Sixth King of Hell. Bao Zheng:
Horse-Face was so close to him, no need to ask
, he was implicated too. Zhao Hu: No, Horse-Face was the whistleblower. He took the reward, married Brother Ox's wife, sold Brother Ox's house
and son, and went to Italy for his honeymoon.
Bao Zheng: ...Hey you, report today's case!
Gongsun Ce: It's a case of incestuous pregnancy.
Bao Zheng: What kind of case?
Gongsun Ce: Incestuous pregnancy.
Bao Zheng slammed his hand on the table in front of him, shattering it. His official hat caught fire, and flames shot straight up to the main beam of the Yama King's Palace.
Outside the Yama King's Palace stood four people, two men and two women, all dressed in pajamas. Two ghost guards dressed as ancient yamen runners
stood watch, one in black and one in white.
The young man, with a sallow complexion, squinted and smiled obsequiously at the two ghost messengers, saying, "My lords,
you must be the Black and White Impermanence? My surname is Ning, and my name is Ning Guofu. I'm very familiar with your religious circles; I know many people there.
Do you know Master Wufa of Shuiyu Temple on Zhizhang Peak of Mount Wutai? I've visited him several times, asking him to come and assess
the feng shui of our workplace. I know he has opened his third eye and often travels the world in spirit..."
The black-clad ghost messenger said, "We are Wang Chao and Ma Han, ghost messengers before Bao Gong, here to collect souls and lives. We don't do feng shui
." Ning Guofu smiled obsequiously, "Not doing feng shui is good, and that's a good statement of yours; it's quite imposing."
The white-clad ghost messenger snorted and said, "He doesn't do feng shui, but I, surnamed Ma, happen to love it the most."
"He's just a kid and doesn't know any better. Feng shui is a serious subject." The older of the two women
interrupted
. She looked to be in her forties. She smiled before she even spoke. There were crow's feet at the corners of her eyes, but her skin was fair and her hair was black. She still had a certain charm. She was wearing a silk slip dress, which showed two large semicircles on her chest. She
asked with a forced smile, "We were dragged here in a daze, Xiao Ma, where are we?"
Ma Han said, "This is hell, and we are ghost messengers."
Another woman stepped forward; she was younger, probably in her thirties, wearing only a bra and shorts,
her arms crossed over her chest. Her baby face was full of seductive smiles as she snuggled against Ma Han's arm, saying in a coquettish voice,
"Brother Xiao Ma, you must be living people—you're just trying to scare us..."
Suddenly, a loud "bang" rang out. The two ghost messengers turned around and saw
a hole blasted open in the roof of the eighteen-zhang-high Yama King's Palace. A beam of fire shot straight into the gray sky of the underworld, illuminating
countless .
Several people screamed in unison, "Ghosts..." It was Ning Guofu who screamed the loudest.
Ma Han said, "I told you long ago, we're ghosts."
The two men were startled, but the young woman wasn't afraid. She grabbed Ma Han's arm and shook it back and forth:
"Stop it, Brother Ma, don't scare me!" She was plain-looking, but had large breasts, which swayed in
her bikini .
All four men's eyes involuntarily turned towards her. Ning Guofu then glared at the boy, who
blushed and looked away.
Ma Han pulled his arm away and said, "Don't sell your body, besides, you don't have any!"
Wang Chao said, "We've beheaded hundreds of real vixens here."
"Who sold their body? You old feudalist." The young woman sheepishly took a half-step back.
The middle-aged woman, chest puffed out, stepped forward and asked, "Are we dead? Carbon monoxide poisoning?"
Wang Chao said, "You're not dead yet. Lord Bao Zheng needs to solve a case, so we've troubled you all to spend the
night in the underworld."
Ma Han patted the documents in his hand and said, "Now, roll call. Luan Xiaoju, one person, female, fifty-six years old...
fifty- six years old?" He looked at Wang Chao: "There must be a mistake?"
The middle-aged woman, Luan Xiaoju, said, "No, everyone says I look young."
Ma Han: "—Why bring a fifty-something-year-old woman here?"
Luan Xiaoju raised an eyebrow: "What woman?"
Wang Chao said to Ma Han, "This is the King of Hell's palace, there's no mistake. Besides, so what if there is? Same old rule,
if there's a mistake, just kill her."
"That's true." Ma Han nodded in agreement and continued reading: "Occupation: Retired; Residence: No. 6, Shaanxi Lane."
Upon hearing the word "retired," Luan Xiaoju quickly said, "Actually, I've been rehired—I now
see patients at the Shamao Traditional Chinese Medicine Hospital, holding consultations two afternoons a week. In the evenings, I'm the head coach of the Fengleidong Square Dance Team and also an instructor at the Moonlight
Karaoke Club."
Ma Han remained expressionless: "Ning Guofu, female, 34 years old, residence: No. 9, Wang Guafu Xiejie; occupation:
owner of the 'Fatty Intestine' restaurant."
"Thirty-three... I haven't had my birthday yet..." Ning Guofu said halfway before changing her mind, "You're right." "
Of course, you can't hide anything from us."
"Ouch!" The boy tried to speak again, but Ning Guofu stomped on his foot, silencing him.
Ma Han said, "Luan Xiaoju is your mother-in-law."
Ning Guofu smiled broadly and nodded repeatedly, "Yes, yes, I'm relieved to see how thoroughly you've investigated
. You certainly won't wrong an innocent person."
"And you won't let a bad person go unpunished—Ning Guofu, male, 27 years old..." Ma Han stopped
and looked at the yellow-faced man, Ning Guofu.
Ning Guofu said, "Looks old, huh? The pressure in government is immense, everyone's taking the civil service exam. You don't know how difficult it is
to become a civil servant ."
Ma Han: "I didn't mean that—at your age, you've had more children than allowed, haven't you?"
Ning Guofu said, "My family is a minority, Hui."
Ma Han: "Hui? Hui people selling braised pork intestines?"
Ning Guofu: "We're breaking superstitions!"
Wang Chao exclaimed, "Don't talk nonsense..."
"Arahu ah, Keba!" Ma Han shouted sharply, his thick eyebrows raised and his eyes wide open. He drew his waist knife and rushed towards Luan
Xiaoju , but Wang Chao grabbed him around the waist.
Ning Guofu knelt down with a thud: "Actually, we are all Han Chinese. My father changed my ethnicity to Hui by having someone change it—he had a sweet tooth, and
in those years only Hui people could buy two catties of beef and mutton each month..."
Ma Han instantly regained his composure, sheathed his knife, and said, "This isn't your human world. When you come here, tell us
the truth whatever we ask, understand?"
"Yes, yes," Ning Guofu still looked guilty.
"My occupation is a staff member in the 7th Division of the 5th Bureau of the 'Three No-Man's-Law' department,"
Ning Guofu said, peeking out. "Section Chief Researcher—you didn't fill out the form completely."
Ma Han ignored him. "I live at No. 6 Shaanxi Lane. Ning Guofu is your sister, and Luan Xiaoju is your…"
"I'm his mother. Sigh, these days people don't call me by that old name anymore, he just calls me Aunt Luan."
Ma Han looked up at them. "How could you let such distant relatives live in your house?"
Luan Xiaoju said firmly, "I'm naturally kind-hearted and love helping people. I help strangers, let alone Xiaofu, who is a close relative
of ours ."
Ning Guofu said, "I used to rent a place outside, but last month there was a sudden crackdown on rental properties, and my building
was sealed off. I couldn't find a suitable place to live, so I had to shamelessly come and bother you for a few months."
Wang Chao asked, "You, a civil servant, were also forced to live on the street?"
“Not all civil servants own houses. Although the government is forcing me out on the streets, I understand the government’s difficulties,”
Ning Guofu blurted out. “Besides, last time the government kicked me out in the middle of the night, at least they gave me an hour
to pack my things. This time, you two weren’t even allowed to wear clothes. It’s still the old society…” His voice grew softer and
softer until it was barely audible.
Wang Chao didn’t argue with him and continued reading the list: “Li Rong, male, thirteen years old, lives at No. 9, Wang Widow’s
Street .”
The boy, Li Rong, said, “Luan Xiaoju is my grandmother, Ning Guofu is my mother, and Ning Guofu is my uncle.”
A drumbeat came from the hall on the steps. Wang Chao said, “Court is in session. Come up with us.”
The group looked at each other. Luan Xiaoju puffed out her chest and said, “Let’s go up! I’ve seen too many Bao Gong plays.
Let’s see a real one!”
Luan Xiaoju led the way, and a group of men and women in pajamas rushed into the Yama’s Palace ahead of the ghost messengers, startling Bao Gong.
He hurriedly asked Gongsun beside him … Ce: "What's going on? A rebellion?"
Zhan Zhao stepped forward: "What's wrong with you guys? Running naked in the King of Hell's palace, are you out of your minds? --
Are you artists who just committed suicide?"
Wang Chao and Ma Han followed in and said: "Stand up straight, stand up straight behind the yellow line -- sir, they
are the people involved in tonight's first case."
Gongsun Ce calmly said: "Court is now in session, case number 416 -- Shaanxi Lane incest pregnancy case."
The family in their pajamas fell silent instantly, looking at each other, their faces turning red and white, the atmosphere strange and
awkward , like a flock of ducks who had just discovered an extra goose egg in their nest.
"You're spouting nonsense!" Luan Xiaoju was the first to act. She screamed and rushed forward, staggering to her
knees. She continued crawling a few steps and grabbed Gongsun Ce's leg, her large breasts rubbing against his leg as she cried out her innocence with dramatic intonation:
"Injustice! I, Luan Xiaoju, was widowed at twenty and am fifty-five this year. I have lived an upright life. Go
ask around outside the front gate. Who doesn't know that I am pure and innocent? You're kicking down a widow's door! ... Heaven and earth
bear witness ! Heaven and earth bear witness!"
Gongsun Ce raised his leg to struggle, and Luan Xiaoju's voluptuous body bounced up, performing a somersault. Her two long white
legs, with pink panties between them, flashed by, and she landed face down on the ground.
The relatives were initially startled, then shouted even louder, "The police are beating people! The officials
are beating people! Zhan Zhao is beating people! Even the old lady is beating people!"
Zhan Zhao stood there, patted the sword at his waist, and said, "Look carefully before you shout, I am Zhan Zhao!"
Gongsun Ce calmly strolled to Bao Zheng's side and said, "My lord, this case is going to be tough today."
Bao Zheng said, "Bring up my guillotine, let's see who dares to cause trouble then!"
Wang Chao and Ma Han shouted in unison, "By order of the lord, bring the guillotine to the court!"
A whooshing sound came from outside, and a group of ghostly soldiers carried three heavy guillotines in single
file, lining them up in the center of the hall, separating Bao Zheng from the four mortals.
The wails of the four mortals immediately turned into sobs. Luan Xiaoju's eyes rolled back, and she clutched her chest, crying, "Oh, my
heart hurts...it's so painful..."
Two men rushed over to support her. Ning Guofu said to Wang Chao and Ma Han, "My mother-in-law has a heart condition, so please watch your
words ."
Wang Chao sneered, "This is the underworld. Even if you die, we can continue the trial."
Luan Xiaoju lay there, wailing, "I'm being wronged...Oh God..." The family, men and women,
surrounded her, whispering, "Zhan Zhao committed murder, Zhan Zhao committed murder..."
Zhan Zhao cried out, "He is Gongsun Ce, I am Zhan Zhao!"
Bao Gong frowned, watching the family wail and waile, and said, "If you don't speak properly, I'll kill you all."
Ning Guofu was shocked, "Aren't you Bao Gong? What happened to the promise that a just and upright official wouldn't wrong an innocent person?"
Bao Gong let out a long, nasal sound, and Ning Guofu immediately shrank back, lowered his head, and fell silent.
Bao Gong slowly said, "There's only one truth..."
Everyone in and out of the hall looked at him. Gongsun Ce was full of admiration: "You figured out the truth so quickly?"
Bao Gong: "Ask the plaintiff!"
Ning Guofu's eyebrows shot up: "The plaintiff?! The plaintiff dares to come?!"
Luan Xiaoju's eyebrows shot up: "I want to see which bastard is so heartless and insane as to frame our family.
Isn't this slander? Isn't this kicking down a widow's door?... Huh?!!!" As she was making a scene, two
ghost messengers carried a person into the hall without touching the ground and threw him on the ground. Luan Xiaoju saw who it was and suddenly changed to a mournful
cry—"My son..."
The person thrown on the ground was a pale-faced middle-aged man. Luan Xiaoju rushed over... She grabbed him tightly, saying, "Son, you
died unjustly, didn't you? Was it this Pan Jinlian who ruined you?"
Ning Guofu, who had been staring at the man as if she'd seen a ghost, jumped up upon hearing her mother-in-law's words and shouted, "Old
man , explain yourself! Who the hell are you calling Pan Jinlian?! Everyone in this alley knows you were the other woman, stealing
my dead father-in-law's husband. My dead husband wasn't even your son—why are you hugging him so affectionately?
I bet you two are the ones committing incest!"
The white-faced dead man pointed at Ning Guofu, stammering with anger, "You wicked woman... you're turning around and accusing me..."
Wang Chao shouted, "Silence!" Ma Han and the other bailiffs swung their fire-and-water sticks and banged them on the ground a few times. The bailiffs immediately knelt down
obediently . Only Li Rong remained standing there, bewildered.
Gongsun Ce said, "The plaintiff, Li Guangzhou, was the owner of the 'Fatty Intestine' restaurant before his death. The reason for the complaint is his wife's
infidelity."
Ning Guofu burst into a wail, like a car stereo suddenly turned on, without warning: "Injustice!"
"Injustice my ass!" Li Guangzhou trembled and stammered, continuing his incoherent rant: "...You slut,
you Pan Jinlian, you shameless...Tell me yourself, whose child is in your belly?!"
Ning Guofu said: "Of course it's yours!...What child? Who said I was pregnant?" Li Guangzhou said: "This is the underworld, we know everything, this is called 'ghosts and gods are clear'! Tell me! Whose child is
in your belly ?" Ning Guofu said: "What child? Where did this child come from? My period is late this month, it's a hormonal imbalance—I'm already menopausal." "It's been years! Aren't you supposed to be a ghost god? Why are you asking me?" She puffed out her chest , one hand on her hip, the other pointing at Bao Gong and his gang on the stage: "Which bastard framed me for being pregnant? You step forward! If you're a hero , you step forward!" Bao Gong slammed his gavel and shouted: "Plaintiff! How did you know the defendant was pregnant?" Li Guangzhou said: "Meng Po told me before I drank the Meng Po soup. I asked her if she knew how . She made a phone call to Di Ting and then told me there was nothing to worry about...it wasn't worth worrying about at all ...your wife is fine...don't be too good..." The fat man burst into tears, tears streaming down his chubby face. Zhan Zhao said: "That old woman loves to gossip..." He took out a landline phone from under the judge's desk and dialed: "Hey, Sister Meng? You told Li Guangzhou that his wife in the mortal world is pregnant with an incestuous child... Oh... umm ..." Zhan Zhao hung up the phone and whispered to Bao Gong, "That day, there was a guy who absolutely refused to drink the soup. When the ghost soldiers were forcing him to drink, Old Meng, having nothing better to do, did some divination for the people in line behind him." Bao Gong said, "Meng Po's divination is accurate; you are pregnant." Ning Guofu protested shrilly, "You say I'm pregnant, so I'll say Lord Bao is pregnant!" Bao Zheng touched his belly, his dark face slightly red, "I just drank two extra bowls of spicy soup this morning." Gongsun Ce said, "We can confirm this in court. —Hey you, bring the machine up!" Two white-clad female ghosts pushed out an ultrasound machine and stopped in front of Bao Zheng's desk. One of them stretched out her arm, which was five or six meters long, and lifted Ning Guofu into the air, throwing her onto the chair in front of the ultrasound machine. The other ghost applied coupling gel to her lower abdomen with her left hand and pressed the scanner down with her right. Before Ning Guofu could react, the ghost had already removed her hands and said, "All done." The first white-clad female ghost stretched out her arm again and put Ning Guofu back in place. Ning Guofu and her family were all stunned, staring blankly at the two female ghosts. The first ghost's arm retracted and then stretched out again, this time holding several tissues, which she shook in front of Ning Guofu. Ning Guofu subconsciously took them to wipe her stomach. The ultrasound machine hummed, printing out a photograph. The female ghost remained standing stiffly, her arms outstretched like rubber bands for three meters. She picked up the printed paper, extended it again, and placed it on the table in front of Bao Zheng. Bao Zheng, Gongsun Ce, and Zhan Zhao peered at it for a few minutes. The three of them, with all six eyes, stared at the female ghost: " What does this photograph say?" The female ghost's pale face remained expressionless. She said, "Oh, the defendant is thirty-four days pregnant, an incestuous offspring ." Ning Guofu let out a howl and lunged at the female ghost. Zhao Hu, standing behind her, gently extended his water-and-fire stick, tripping to the ground. She lay sprawled on the ground, silent, her pajama bottom pulled back, revealing half of her plump white buttocks, but she didn't pull it up, seemingly having fainted. Bao Zheng pointed at the two men and said, "Since it's an incestuous offspring, it can't escape the two of you. Speak ." The two men, one big and one small, looked at each other and spoke in unison, "It wasn't me!" "I'm innocent!" Luan Xiaoju asked, "Aren't you supposed to be good at divination? Who do you think the child is?" Bao Zheng actually nodded in agreement, "That makes sense." He turned to Zhan Zhao and asked, "Didn't Meng Po figure out who the child's father was?" Zhan Zhao said, "Her divination is just a hobby; she's not skilled enough." Bao Zheng said, "Then we'll have to bring this family through the interrogation process one by one. Zhang Long and Zhao Hu, take the others away first. Interrogate Luan Xiaoju first!" I. Luan Xiaoju's Confession —I am an innocent woman, and you have slandered me, framed me, and tortured me to extract a confession... I saw you setting up three guillotines; who are you trying to scare? Don't let my young appearance fool you; I'm a post-60s generation, raised on Liu Hulan and Qiu Shaoyun. Is the eighteen levels of hell more powerful than the CCP? What haven't I seen during the Cultural Revolution's armed struggles and crackdowns? " If you dare to behead me, I'll stick my neck out! Even if my head falls off, I'll leave a huge scar, and as a ghost, I'll petition your superiors! I've finished speaking, let us go home. " —Why am I not curious at all about the incestuous pregnancy in my family? Because you're slandering me, framing me, and using torture to extract confessions! Our Luan family has lived in Yangweiba Hutong for eight generations. Go ask around; how pure and innocent I was when I was at my parents' house? —Nothing to do with my family? Water has its source, trees have their roots. Just because someone is innocent and has a family doesn't mean they're reactionary, pornographic, rogue, or perverted! —You talk a good game? Of course! Don't let my family's current business of selling pig offal fool you; my profession is traditional Chinese medicine. Several of those experts" selling medicine on TV are my classmates. If I were to take your pulse, prescribe medicine, and explain the pathology, you'd know what it means to be logical and eloquent. —Aren't you talking about me? Why? Who says you can't get pregnant at fifty? That's Western medicine's fallacies and heresies. I 'm a traditional Chinese medicine doctor from a family tradition. Let me tell you, with proper treatment, you can delay aging and even make an old tree bloom. —Of course I'm not pregnant! You're again making baseless accusations, framing me, and using torture to extract a confession! If what you're saying is true, then my poor son has been cheated on… My poor son, I knew long ago that that little slut surnamed Ning wasn't decent! She's always on her phone, whispering to herself, and she even locked it when I took it to see if she had a password … Second, Ning Guofu's confession —the phone? Didn't my grandmother just say that? Don't beat around the bush. I admit, I've had a few hookups on Momo and WeChat. I have that right, and the government doesn't care, so why are you interfering? —The government cares about PG One? You're quite trendy. PG One sleeping with his sister-in-law, the government just doesn't let him appear on TV, they haven't arrested him or tried to kill him, right? My deadbeat husband hasn't touched me for two or three years. He's seeing other women, and so am I. That's called gender equality, not the evil old society anymore. It's none of your business! You say I'm pregnant, so be it. You call it an incestuous bastard, fine. I'll get an abortion when I have time.

" Well,
who's the father of the child? I know who the father of the child is. I have nothing to say. Once the appointment is over, it's over. Who
remembers who? After dawn, I'll say goodbye and leave without a trace. You old folks don't understand
our generation. We should just stay in the ground and die, instead of making a spectacle of ourselves... I never thought that meeting fifty or sixty people would lead to meeting
a half-brother.
It's really not my fault, it's the fault of the times.
You know my dad was a pig butcher. I heard he was very powerful during the Cultural Revolution, the leader of the rebels in the meat processing plant.
Back then, poverty was a problem, and anyone with a little power would pull strings and use connections. My dad especially liked to
flirt with some disreputable women. I've heard a lot of rumors about him since I was little, saying that he would eat
ten pounds of , and that he liked to do his work on half a pig. They also said that every alley in our neighborhood had his
illegitimate child. I thought it was just adults with impoverished spiritual lives spreading exaggerated rumors, but I never expected it to be true."
"I didn't hide it from you, what's there to hide? You could call that deadbeat Li Guangzhou here and I'd tell him to his face.
It's true, I've had too many casual sex sessions to remember. For us modern youth, casual sex is just about satisfying our physical
needs, like needing to go to the toilet when you have a stomachache. It's over when it's over. Do you remember how many times you pooped last month,
where you pooped, and how many pooped each time? You have my chat history, right? Tell me the names and dates, and I'll tell
you the details, without holding back.
—I didn't have casual sex on December 21st? My husband doesn't even know if I had any, how do you know?
—Checking someone's phone records is immoral!
—Hey, didn't Tencent say they don't keep chat history? You're lying to me!
—Oh? You're interrogating me over such trivial matters,
but you ?
III. Ning Guofu's Confession
—What are you trying to imply with these questions? My sister and I are innocent, of course. You can't
doubt !
—Aren't you from the same country as us? Haven't you heard there's only one China? Don't you know that's been the case since ancient times?"
...Mr. Gongsun, what are you doing? You're different from them, you're a civilized person...I'll talk, I'll talk...
Could I have a cigarette? People in the Song Dynasty didn't smoke, surely you have cigarettes from after the Republic of China? A complete ban on smoking in the underworld?
What about all those revolutionary martyrs and veteran cadres?
—No! No! Dad, don't hit me!! I'll talk, I'll talk!! My sister and I...we had an affair!
—My sister and I's affair started more than ten years ago. Back then, our country wasn't as wealthy as it is now.
My parents were still alive, and we lived in a single-story house. That year, there was SARS, and schools were closed. My parents wouldn't
let us visit each other, so my sister and I stayed home watching TV every day. Back then, cell phones were just becoming popular, but there were no
smartphones . We only had an old computer we bought in 1999, and internet access was dial-up, only good for playing games like "Tractor." That day
, after my parents went to work, I secretly went to a classmate's house. He had a CD burner, and I asked him to burn some VCDs for me
. —What are VCDs? It's something from before DVDs, but my computer is too old and the CD drive can't read DVDs
—so I borrowed a whole bagful. My sister was very happy to see I brought back new movies and told me to wait while she made some
lunch so we could eat and watch together.
My sister loves romantic comedies, so to flatter her, I showed her a clip from "Dry Wood and Fierce Fire," a movie I
'd heard of, starring Louis Koo and Miriam Yeung.
As soon as the recording started, I felt something was off. By then, I'd seen quite a few movies and knew the typical Hong Kong film
formula : it usually starts with the title and the lead actors, but this one started with a house, a
man and a woman speaking Japanese.
My sister asked me, "Did you play the wrong thing?"
I said, "Probably—just watch it, I've never seen it before anyway."
My sister said, "These people aren't speaking Chinese, how are we supposed to watch it?"
I wasn't really interested, but I had borrowed the tape, so I said, "Let's do the voiceover for them. I'll do the male voiceover
—Miss Nana, you're so beautiful."
My sister echoed, "You idiot, are you blind?"
At that moment, the woman on TV knelt down in front of the man, grinning, her face pressed against his crotch.
I vaguely guessed that we had borrowed something precious—it was the legendary pornographic film, but I pretended not to know and said, "Hey,
I dropped some rice, can you pick it up for me?"
My sister's voice trembled, "Let me see, where is it?"
The woman pulled down the man's pants and started giving him oral sex.
My sister and I both fell silent.
My sister said softly, "Turn it off quickly, what is this?" Her voice was trembling.
My head buzzed, and somehow I found myself lying on top of my sister.
Boys develop later, and I was a head shorter and thinner than my sister back then. Clinging to her was
like a monkey riding a horse. She struggled a lot, but wouldn't get up. Our sofa was leather, creaking loudly as I rubbed it against her.
I lifted her vest and kissed her nipple, and her struggle lessened. Back then, her
nipples were pink, and she had goosebumps on her chest. Beads of sweat glistened on her breasts, sparkling
like .
In summer, everyone wears less; my sister wore a vest and shorts, while I was shirtless in just my underwear. But it felt like
it took half an hour just to undress.
After we were naked, we were both covered in sweat, trembling uncontrollably, clinging to each other like
a bear rubbing against a tree.
I'd seen porn before and knew what it was like, but it was a different story when it was real. My sister
was twisting me, and I couldn't bend down to find the right spot. I could only rub my penis against her, trying to find it. A few times I think
I found the spot, but I couldn't get in.
My sister was almost crying, repeatedly cursing me, "You shameless bastard." But just struggling without putting any effort
was like flirting.
I don't know when I stopped being so nervous, but I found the spot and thrust in.
When I first went in, my sister cried out in pain and struggled really hard, almost throwing me off. But at that
moment, a man has boundless strength. I covered her mouth with one hand and pressed down on her chest with the other, thrusting
all the way in.
After I got in, my sister stopped struggling, staring at me blankly, like she was in a daze.
My sister hugged me. Then I started moving. Don't let my first time fool you, I was pretty good. I'm a bit of a
genius . I felt my sister's vagina was too hot and tight, and she was about to ejaculate, so I pulled out halfway to cool off.
In my moment of triumph, I looked up at my sister—before? Before, I could never lift my head; if she cried and made me…
What should I do next? —My sister was looking at me too, her face flushed and sweaty, her eyes glazed over. I stretched my neck
and leaned in to kiss her. While kissing me, she mumbled incoherently in her throat,
cursing me. I thrust into her hard, and she would quiet down for a moment after each thrust, then start cursing again. Later I realized
she was doing it on purpose, wanting me to thrust into her.
I got even more excited and thrust in and out dozens of times until I ejaculated. My sister felt it, struggled violently,
and threw me off the sofa to the floor.
—Didn't you ask me about my past? Why didn't you interrupt me sooner? Do you still remember
how much you enjoyed it ?
—Later? Later, nothing happened. I grew up, became sensible, and understood that this behavior was wrong
, so I severed the relationship. I joined the Party in university, later became a government official, lived a simple life, and
shone brightly in an ordinary position.
—Me and my sister? Of course, we turned over a new leaf and became completely innocent.
IV. Li Rong's Confession—
"I knew my mom and uncle weren't quite normal, and people born in the 80s aren't usually that normal—but how could they
cause a death? That's so irresponsible."
—"Know what?" "I know everything. Everything about contraception, what to do about an unplanned pregnancy,
which clinic is best—it's all over the radio and TV, pop-ups everywhere online, it's impossible not to know.
When I was little, every time we had a family gathering, the men would play mahjong, except my uncle, who would help my mom in the kitchen.
One year during Chinese New Year, I fell asleep watching TV. Halfway through, I groggily opened my eyes wanting some water. Only
my mom, uncle, and I were left in the room. Everyone else had gone downstairs to watch fireworks, and the two of them were secretly kissing. My uncle's hand
was inside my mom's clothes, and my mom's hand was inside my uncle's pants. Have you seen Game of Thrones? It's
just like our family.
" —"Kids can't watch that?" You're talking about children from ancient times. I know more about contraception
than you do about unplanned pregnancies, and which clinics are best for abortions. There are even abortions in my class.
—Me? I'm different from them. I'm a good person, untainted by the mud. You wouldn't really do
anything to my mom, would you? She just has some issues with her conduct, but conduct isn't a problem, is it?
—Hey, I know you don't believe me. Aren't you gods? Bring out your
Lasso , and see if I'm telling the truth!
—You don't know the Wonder Woman reference? No Wonder Woman? There are ten kings of hell but no Wonder Woman?
—I really haven't touched my mom, believe it or not! Besides, even if I had feelings for my mom, my
grandma wouldn't allow it.
—What do you mean? Let me be clear, I'm sleeping with my grandma right now, how could I sleep with my mom? My grandma
is incredibly jealous. If I forget my towel while showering and ask my mom for it, she'll nag me a hundred times.
—What do you mean? What else could it mean? I've been intimate with my grandma, slept with her, had sex, and had
a relationship with her—do you understand?
—Why can't I be assertive? I ask you, why did you arrest us? It's because of incest and pregnancy
, right? It's not incest, the point is pregnancy. My grandma is over fifty, past menopause, she's long past that
stage What's wrong with us having sex in the street?
—Let's start from the beginning, but you have to keep your word. You said you arrested us today
because of incest and pregnancy, so you can't interfere in our affairs.
Let's start from the beginning…where does it begin? If we're really talking about the beginning, we've been sleeping together for over ten years
. I've always been close to my grandma since I was little. Every night she would bathe me and then put me to bed.
I always had to hold her breasts while I slept; her breasts were big and soft.
When I started elementary school, she wouldn't let me hold them. At first, we slept under separate blankets, and then for a while, I even
slept in pajamas with a bra on. But somehow I always manage to slip my hand inside her breasts in the middle of the night, and the next morning I'm always grabbing
at least one, sometimes two. She's quite horny too. In the summer, I like to sleep naked, and sometimes she'll touch
my penis, probably just for fun, and sometimes she'll even kiss it.
Last summer, the community hospital was short of TCM doctors, so they asked my grandma to open a specialist clinic. She was incredibly busy, so she didn't bathe me for
several months , and I started to develop. After National Day, she had some free time, but it was cold outside,
so I'd quickly wash myself, and she didn't care.
Then after Halloween, it got cold, and most of the leaves had fallen. One day, the weather unexpectedly warmed up,
even though it was December and the temperature was above freezing. My grandma dragged me shopping with her. One of her favorite things to do is dress
up and take me shopping; the vendors all thought she was my mom. My grandma doesn't look over fifty,
does she? She loves wearing stockings and high heels. That day, although it was supposed to be warming up, only around 3-5 degrees Celsius, she
wore a leather skirt, black stockings, and knee-high heeled boots. We strolled around the streets all day. I had
to keep going ; she promised to buy me a switch for Chinese New Year.
On the way home, she slipped and twisted her ankle as we got out of the taxi. I helped her back. She's almost
a head taller than me, and with the heels, I was practically supporting her under her armpits. At first, I held her arm, but as
we entered the house my arm got tired, and I half-turned to change position, my hand ending up on her chest. It felt firm and slightly
elastic. I was a little embarrassed and stole a glance at her. She looked at me too, her eyes saying something, but she didn't say anything. Her hand
naturally rested on my back, and we hugged and cuddled as we entered the house.
I helped her sit down on the sofa, and she suddenly seemed to lose her strength, her entire upper body weight leaning on me.
Her left breast was on my hand, and her right breast was pressed against my face. Later, I kept saying she was smearing my face with her breast. She
pressed her right breast against my face, her shirt collar pulled open, and I saw what was underneath. The hard, thick, and slightly
elastic was a purple lace bra.
I helped her sit up, my face away, but my hand was still on her breast. She just looked at me, her eyes crinkling, a few wrinkles
at the corners , but with a touch of allure. I almost melted.
My grandma said, "Rongrong, take a bath. Your hair smelled awful when you helped me." I went into
the bathroom to play games while turning on the water. Just then, my grandma came in. She was wearing a spaghetti-strap nightgown, sitting on the edge testing
the water temperature; I could see her bare thighs. She smiled at me and said, "The temperature is just right. Come in, you've been sweating
all day Let me give you a good wash."
My heart pounded. I took off my clothes, not even thinking to turn around, and pulled down my pants and underwear right in front of her.
My grandma saw my hairy genitals and blushed slightly, then smiled.
I sat down in the bathtub, and Grandma knelt in front of it, using a loofah to lather me with soap. With a slight
movement of her hands, the front of her nightgown loosened, and her purple bra was gone. Her large, soft, white
breasts rippled with every movement, making me dizzy. She had just applied perfume, its strong fragrance intoxicating. I sat in the bathtub,
my body trembling slightly. Her hands moved from my chest to my stomach,
floating , and one hand grasped my penis.
My penis hardened immediately, but the front was painfully swollen. My grandma helped me pull back my foreskin; it was the first time, and
there was a lot of smegma, which she cleaned. I was so excited that I ejaculated.
My face was burning red, and I couldn't speak. Facing the wall, I glanced at Grandma's chest out of the corner of my eye. My grandma
stared at my penis, continuing to clean the smegma before letting go. She laughed and said, "Silly Rongrong, look
how dirty this water is! You're still sitting, stand up!" Only
then did I notice the smegma floating on the surface of the water, and there might still be my semen in it. I quickly stood
up . Grandma bent down to turn on the water, showered myself, and then used a towel to dry me. I mustered my courage and reached out to touch
her breasts. Although I'd touched them before, the atmosphere and feeling that day were completely different. Her breasts felt
different from when I slept—bigger, smoother, and warmer.
She smiled at me, neither dodging nor speaking, just drying my hair.
I hugged her, one hand around her waist, the other rubbing her breasts through her nightgown.
She continued pressing the towel with one hand, while the other hand traced a path down from my ear and chest, reaching my penis.
I got hard again. Her fingers circled my penis, saying, "Little penis, little penis."
I slipped my hand under her nightgown and rubbed it hard, whispering, "Big boobs, big boobs."
She made muffled humming sounds from her mouth and nose. I looked up and kissed her, and she kissed me back—she was
wearing lipstick, it was sticky, but not unpleasant.
We came out of the bathroom, hugging and cuddling, and went into her room. I stood there, unsure what to do
next , just grabbing her breasts harder and harder. Suddenly, she pressed her lips together, her tongue
slipping into my mouth, then back in, like during sex. I started grabbing her buttocks with my other hand.
Grandma snorted, pushed me down onto the bed, touched my penis which was already erect again, and slowly sat on top of me.
I lay on the bed grabbing her breasts, feeling that her nightgown was in the way, but she wouldn't take it off, only lifting the hem so I could reach inside and touch.
Because I had already ejaculated once, I persisted for a while, and she reached orgasm on top, calling my
name incoherently: "Rongrong, good baby!" I smelled a strange, fishy smell, and felt wet down there.
Before I even reached my goal, I pushed her down onto the bed and continued. She lay there, eyes closed, her nightgown
lifted to her neck. When I nudged her, her breasts and the fat on her stomach jiggled like water. She hadn't taken off her dress earlier
to hide her belly, not wanting me to see her "spare tire." Now she was free, not caring anymore, lying on the bed
moaning with her eyes closed. First she called out, "Rongrong!" I called, "Xiaoju!" She called, "Little penis, little penis!"
I called, "Big boobs, big boobs!" I thrust dozens of times and ejaculated.
Halfway through, I remembered the porn I'd seen, so I pulled out, climbed over her, and straddled her face, intending to
give her a facial. She misunderstood and opened her mouth to take my penis in. I then ejaculated the rest into her mouth.
She swallowed it all down, then opened her mouth, looked at me and said, "Honey, I want more." She pushed me down onto
the bed, knelt between my legs, and licked my penis and testicles repeatedly, saying, "Little penis, little
penis, honey, honey's little penis."
I quickly got hard again, got up and imitated the positions in porn movies, making her kneel on the bed and fucking her from behind. She was
taller than me, so I couldn't get much power in the rear-entry position on the bed. I pulled her to the edge of the bed, her upper body on the bed,
her legs half-kneeling and spread apart, and I stood between her legs to fuck her. This position allowed me to get more power, and
it felt especially tight and stimulating inside. Later I realized that I had directly penetrated her anus. But whether it's anal
or vaginal, this has always been our favorite position.
I'm really quite talented. That time, she screamed and cried, "Grandma really can't take it anymore, please
just come already."
I said, "Then scream as loud as you can."
She screamed loudly, and I said, "You have to scream with substance, scream seductively, scream wildly!"
She screamed even louder, "You're not a little penis, you're a big penis, a big penis husband!!!"
I said, "I'm a big penis husband, you're a big-ass old bitch!"
She wouldn't answer, so I pounded into her hard and asked her, "Quickly tell me what you are!" That day, I pounded her so hard that her whole face
was pressed into the pillow before she mumbled, "I'm a bitch! I'm a big-ass old bitch!"
I suddenly had a wild idea and said, "Call me daddy!" She giggled and turned to look at me, shaking her head and refusing,
saying it was too embarrassing, so I spanked her. She cried out, "Daddy, Daddy!" She was lying there, her
big white butt and legs sticking out. I slapped her, and she cried "Daddy!" A large patch of white flesh trembled with pleasure— it
felt amazing.
—I don't want to go into the details anymore; it's making me hard, and besides, Uncle Bao, your wide-eyed expression
is a bit strange… That's all there is to it. There's nothing new after that. That's
how our relationship has been until now—let me briefly explain. Later, my dad got sick, and my mom went to stay with him. We decided to do whatever we wanted.
I downloaded a lot of Japanese films for her to watch. My grandma listens to everything I say; she not only watches Japanese films but also buys me
game consoles, cell phones, and shoes. Is it bad? I don't think there's anything wrong with it. I'm a teenager, and if
I don't sleep with her, it's just a waste of time. Sleeping with a real person is more fun and better for my health—excessive masturbation leads to premature ejaculation,
as taught in sex education class. She was a postmenopausal widow, but after we got together, she seemed to get younger and younger. It's a win-win situation.
"If it's alright, just let Xiaoju and me go home first. We can interrogate my uncle and mom slowly. Didn't you
say December 21st? I do vaguely remember that day, it was a Thursday, right? My grandma had nothing to do in the afternoon,
so she made up an excuse to pick me up early to go home and have sex.
After we finished, a friend messaged her on WeChat asking her to go out, so I lay naked on the bed playing games. I fell asleep
while playing I was so sleepy—Xiaoju was really horny those two days, she sneaked into my room the night before and had sex with me three times, so I didn't
sleep much.
When I woke up, I heard moaning sounds outside, so I tiptoed out of bed and opened the door."
I listened through a crack and heard the noise coming from my mother's room. I squatted there to see who my mother was stealing from. After a while,
my uncle popped out, naked from the waist down, his penis dripping wet, and slipped into the bathroom. He grabbed a roll of toilet paper and went back into my mother's
room. I wanted to stay there to confirm if it was my mother, but I was naked too, it was too cold, and
my nose was itchy and I was about to sneeze.
Afraid of being discovered by my mother, I quickly slipped back to bed, pretending to be asleep while secretly looking for my underwear.
But while I was looking for my underwear, I heard the door open outside. When I came out again,
I was alone in the house.
Now that I think about it, my mother must have gotten pregnant around that time.
V. Ning Guofu's confession
—On December 21st, I did go home early. I had a business dinner with my boss at noon and drank too much.
My boss told me to go straight home. So I went home and fell asleep. I don't know what time it was, but I heard someone pushing me. My sister came back and
said I smelled of alcohol and told me to take a shower.
I had just moved in with my sister, and I hadn't unpacked my suitcase yet. I couldn't find any clean underwear, so I asked my sister if she had
any.
To my surprise, she misunderstood, lifted her t-shirt, and grinned, saying, "Yes."
That was awkward. We hadn't done this for years; we broke up before she got married. We're
not primitive; we both know it's not good, and we stopped after we each had boyfriends or girlfriends.
But at the time, I thought, my brother-in-law had been dead for about two weeks, and my sister was at the age where she was very sexually active and felt
uncomfortable. I was her brother and ex-boyfriend, and I was living at her house, freeloading, so it wasn't my duty.
I went up and pushed my sister onto the sofa. She laughed, and I laughed too, in the same position as before.
Then I went about my business.
It was truly a dilemma; I had no choice. I did it out of politeness and social obligation,
without pleasure or enjoyment.
First, I'm a Party member; I have morals and a sense of shame. Second, although my sister looks
alright, once she takes off her clothes, she's nothing like she used to be. Her breasts are sagging, and in the doggy style position, they jiggle like two
socks . Her nipples are dark and large, and her skin is rough. Third, we've both gained weight, each with a belly,
which makes things difficult when we're doing it. Unlike back then, when our skin was smooth, our bodies were strong, and we could go all night without getting tired. It's
like: after crossing the hill, you find no one waiting; endless chatter can no longer bring back tenderness.
—Admit it? Admit what? The child in my sister's belly has nothing to do with me—I'm infertile.
You lot are all so powerful; go look in the drawer under the dresser in my west room. There are medical records and lab reports from Tongren Hospital; no
sperm. That's why we got divorced. Before the divorce, we went through two years of trouble; which major hospital didn't I go to?
—Actually, you don't need to be so troubled. I think it might be my dead brother-in-law's. Science is so advanced these days;
it's normal for due dates to be off by ten or fifteen days. You can't be so superstitious.
—Zhan Yingxiong, what are you doing? You even do this kind of examination? Huh? This examination is too heavy-handed.
Six, Ning Guofu's confession
—Ning Guofu has already confessed? This useless thing!
—What I mean…what I mean…I mean: what right does he have to confess? That's
the right of us victims!
—Since you all know, I'll tell you the truth…I was forced into this. You men are strong.
I could only swallow my anger and bear the humiliation, and finally, this day has come, and you've stood up for me!
—Get to the point? Can't you start from the beginning and go straight to the main event? No preamble, just jumping straight in? Not to say—you're
dead, what are you busy with?
—Sigh? Didn't you say you were an honest and good official? An honest official should love the people, care about the people, and stand up for the people.
How can you scare the people?
"Alright, don't try to scare me, I'll tell you. I've been holding this in for half my life. Today I'll
tell you how I was victimized! Twenty...twenty-three years ago, I was a beautiful young woman.
Did you see the movie 'Youth'? I looked exactly like that little ballerina in it. You probably can't recognize me now, right?
—Don't interrupt! Don't interrupt, don't rush me... What kind of temper is that? Not like a man... I'm not cursing you,
I'm cursing...that bastard Ning Guofu!
Back then, I was so beautiful, so lovely, and somehow that little bastard set his sights on me. Looking back
now , he was so despicable, and I was so stupid. During summer vacation, he shamelessly begged a relative of ours
for a VCR, and then rode his beat-up bike all over the world borrowing tapes. You know, a grown man like that doesn't watch Chow Yun-fat or Stephen Chow movies
, but only looks for romance and love stories." That day, my parents had just left when he came back with a cassette tape. He
wouldn't even away properly; first, he drew the curtains, saying he'd borrowed the complete version of the banned art film, *Lust, Caution*. Back then, I was a bit of an artsy young man,
so I helped him draw the curtains, lock the door, and we watched it together.
And guess what? —What banned Chinese film?! It wasn't a Chinese film at all! Everyone
in it spoke Japanese!! It was fucking porn!!! That little bastard was lying to me! He said that because it was a banned
film, they'd recorded some Japanese language lessons at the beginning—it was a cover. And then…and then…those two Japanese guys started
teaching. I was first shocked, then furious. A whole host of heroic figures rushed through my mind. Should I
emulate Liu Hulan's righteous act of sacrificing family for the greater good, or Qiu Shaoyun's unwavering resolve despite the burning passion? Just as I was thinking this, that little bastard
pounced on me. Without me even realizing it, he'd stripped down to his bare back and kicked off his pants, ready to rape me.
I struggled fiercely, scratching him until his upper body was covered in bloody welts, but the little bastard was
oblivious to the danger and stripped me naked too. I continued to resist, and the little bastard entered me.
I persisted in my resistance! I thrust my chest out, I twisted my waist, I wrapped my legs around his waist!
—Hey, it's alright, it's alright, you're an old ghost of several thousand years old, what do I have to hide from you?
Besides , if he has the nerve to do this, I have the nerve to expose him! Where were we? Right, he spread
my legs and just took over my defenses, it hurt, blood soaked the sheets, but I fought to the end, I
persisted in resistance, I twisted my waist, I swayed my hips, I squeezed my thighs together, I wrapped my legs around his waist, I wanted to see how
hard he could be and how long he could stay hard.
—It didn't happen many times, who would dare to do anything to my dad at home? If he found out, he could castrate that little bastard! Sigh,
back then he was really frustrated, the most we did was when my grandfather passed away, my parents went to keep vigil, and the two of us did it
seven times at home.
—Of course I wasn't happy about it. I'd been fighting with him all along, but that little bastard was really cocky back then.
He can eat a lot. Since no one cooks dinner at home, I buy him stir-fried pork kidneys from downstairs. He can eat three plates in one meal, and then he won't stop
all night …
—Oh, you're talking about what happened after that? Actually, after that, I wasn't involved anymore. That bastard went to college, got
a girlfriend, and then he fucking changed his mind. Then, when I was pregnant and giving birth, that bastard took me out
to hotels a few times, saying he could finally stop using condoms—actually, I never made him use condoms before; I always took the pill myself
—that bastard just likes to sleep with pregnant women.
—Why won't you let me finish? I've kept this bitterness inside for over twenty years, and I can finally get it off my chest
—bitter, of course bitter, you don't think it's bitter because I'm strong.
—You mean that time last month? December 21st? That brings us to that. Later, I got married,
had a child, gained weight, and my legs got thicker. That bastard also learned his lesson and stopped bothering me. He knew
he was embarrassed , and he'd travel the world trying to hook up with women but never come
to my place. I called him, but he wouldn't come. Last month, during a crackdown on low-income rental housing, he was kicked out and came to my place, all sullen and embarrassed.
I kept my distance, but you can't guard against a thief forever, and I
still slipped up and let him sweet-talk me into bed… On the 21st, it was almost the end of the year,
and two people from my shop had gone home to settle their accounts. Lunchtime was especially busy. After finally finishing lunch, I was exhausted and
went home for a nap. Nobody was home, so I stripped down to my underwear, lay on the sofa, and dozed off in front of the TV.
Just as I was drifting off to sleep, I suddenly felt a man on top of me.
I thought it was my deadbeat husband haunting me, but when I opened my eyes, guess who it was? It was that bastard Ning Guofu!
Who would have thought he'd come home like that, completely naked, and force himself on me! I reprimanded him sternly, but he
stubbornly refused to back down, saying he'd always thought of me, that the divorce was because he still cared about me,
and that he hadn't touched a woman in a year. He even said he'd had a sperm count test and couldn't have children, assuring me he would
n't worry . What could I say? From the perspective of an ex, from the perspective of family, and from the perspective of our physical strength, I
could only close my eyes and let him be. ...And what was the result? Dumbfounded, right? They came after him, didn't they? He dragged
his whole family it, didn't he?
—I only indulged him out of family affection and sympathy, without getting any satisfaction. I've
seen it all; he's not a teenager anymore, let alone comparable to a Black international student.
—So what if he's a Black international student? That's a different story! We have to entertain guests the country paid for
—besides, even if someone discriminates against Black people, you shouldn't discriminate against Black people.
—What? Ning Guofu is really infertile? How would I know? I only had an affair with him, a
one-night stand, and we ejaculated inside each other without a condom—I always use condoms when I hook up with other people. I'm an innocent woman…
—If you insist I'm carrying an incestuous child, that's unreasonable. Even if one of the men I've recently hooked up with
is my father's illegitimate child, it was unintentional.
—Or did Xiao Rong drug and rape me? No way, Xiao Rong always sleeps with his grandmother, and Ning Guofu
stayed in my room those few days. Besides, our Xiao Rong has always been honest and upright; he would never have such evil intentions. Sometimes when I
joke kiss him, he avoids me. I coldly observe that he ignores the girls in the neighborhood and only
plays with boys—I even suspect he might be… Do you have a machine to check for homosexuality here?
VII. Luan Xiaoju's confession
—I'm an innocent woman, and besides, I'm already this old. I can't say anything about what that Ning guy did
. I've long suspected that my wife and her brother were having an affair!
Other siblings can be good friends, but these two sisters are strangely close! They're always whispering to each
other ... That kid got kicked out of the country, but he insists on coming to our house to mooch off us. I knew something was wrong. He has his own
mother in Huilongguan, a three-bedroom apartment, much more spacious than mine.
My son's body is barely cold, and he's already kicking down the widow's door?! Grandma!
Those few nights I went to my daughter-in-law's door every night to listen, and guess what?
—I fell asleep.
Don't let her youthful appearance fool you, she's over fifty, and her energy isn't what it used to be. I have to
fall asleep , even sitting down isn't enough.
—Who interrupted? Can't you two have a conversation? Besides, you've been dead for hundreds of years, what's the rush?
—What? My own business? What business do you know about me? What did Rongrong say?
—Tch, a child's wild imagination, talking nonsense, or maybe you've tortured her so badly she
's gone crazy ! You are breaking the law by inducing confessions from minors! Don't think you can do whatever you want just because you're from ancient times. The country is much more lenient
now !
—Yes, I'll deny everything once I've done it! I'm adamant and unyielding person, what can you do about it?
—You don't care about incest, only pregnancy? Can't you see reality? This isn't just
a matter of whether you care or not, it's a matter of my reputation, Luan Xiaoju. Even if you don't care, I can't live with myself
! I'm that strict with myself and that's what I say.
Anyway, I've lived for half a century, and I've never seen anyone who can defeat the Party. Is Chen Yi
here ? He said, "I'll go to the underworld to gather 100,000 banners of my old troops and slay Yama!" Even the Ten Kings of Hell can't stop
the glory of communism!! How powerful were Yamamoto Ichiki's special forces in "Bright Sword"? How powerful were the American imperialist planes and tanks in North Korea
? How powerful were the Gang of Four rebels? How powerful were the students in 1989?
8.
The court drums pounded loudly as Judge Bao's deductions were announced. Eight ghost guards escorted four people and one ghost into the courtroom, the guards standing on either side, the four people and one ghost kneeling
in the middle.
Gongsun Ce cleared his throat: "Now, the verdict is pronounced..."
Ning Guofu screamed: "You've taken a life without mercy! I'm innocent! Innocent!"
Judge Bao grunted. Wang Chao and Ma Han pulled out rope and hemp seeds, binding Ning Guofu tightly in a second
and gagging her.
Judge Bao frowned: "I told you to shut her up... You've gone too far." He looked at the other
men and women, who were all obediently silent and dared not move.
Ning Guofu tremblingly pleaded: "Your Honor, although my sister has made a mistake, no one is perfect. The important thing is
to learn from her mistakes and heal her..."
Judge Bao said: "Wang Chao and Ma Han, do you have any more hemp seeds?"
Ning Guofu immediately changed his tune: "In short, only execution can appease public anger. That's all I have to say."
Bao Gong said, "Stop fooling around, listen to me properly: there's only one truth... Ning Guofu is innocent."
The ghost soared into the air, cheering as it flew to the top of the hall, circling the roof beams a few times, and asked, "Is the child mine
?!"
Bao Gong said, "No... the child is Li Rong's."
The ghost fell headfirst from the roof beam, unable to stand, sitting on the ground pointing at his wife and then at his son,
speechless .
Li Rong was trampled on the ground, struggling to raise his head and shouting, "You motherfucker, you old ghost, talking nonsense!"
A ghost guard went up and hit him in the groin with a stick, and Li Rong bent over and fell down, behaving himself.
Luan Xiaoju lunged at Ning Guofu: "You shameless hussy, you cuckolded my son, and you even seduced my little...
my little grandson!" The two ghost guards behind her couldn't catch her. A white shadow flickered, and a person
darted , kicking Luan Xiaoju in the chin, then flashing back to their original position.
It was Gongsun Ce.
Luan Xiaoju rolled on the ground, one hand covering her face and the other pointing at Gongsun Ce: "I knew you were Zhan Zhao!"
Bao Gong said, "Although the child is Li Rong's, he is innocent."
Everyone was stunned.
The dead ghost was the first to react, rolling on the ground: "So you're saying Rongrong isn't my son?! I knew
they switched him at the hospital, I've raised this ungrateful brat for over ten years!!"
Ning Guofu retorted: "Rongrong is my biological son, how could I not recognize my own child?"
Luan Xiaoju said: "Knowing he's your biological son, how could you do that?!"
Ning Guorong said: "Aunt Luan, you have to believe my sister, she said she didn't do it, so it didn't happen." Li Rong's
face was blank, clearly overwhelmed by the shock.
Gongsun Ce asked: "Sir, if Li Rong isn't their biological son, then it doesn't count as incestuous childbirth."
Bao Gong said: "That's the key to this case. After eliminating all the impossibilities
, the last possibility, no matter how impossible..."
Zhan Zhao yawned, quickly covered his face, and pretended to rub his nose because it was itchy.
Bao Gong narrowed his eyes and remained silent.
Luan Xiaoju said, "Just tell us who it is!"
Bao Gong said, "The key to the case lies with you. Besides your grandson, you also had an affair with him!"
He flicked his sleeve and pointed at Ning Guofu.
Everyone stared at him, like a duck had entered a chicken coop.
Li Rong said, "No wonder you shamelessly squeezed into our house."
Ning Guofu said, "Shameless!"
The deadbeat Li Guangzhou pointed at his mother, then looked at his wife, collapsed to the ground, a white mess, like someone had spilled double-
skin milk .
Several ghost messengers rushed over to see. Gongsun Ce and Zhan Zhao took two steps forward and then turned back to look at Bao Gong. Bao Gong
stood up from behind his desk and pressed them, still excited: "What happened? Did the dead ghost get
so angry he died again?" Gongsun Ce said, "I think he just fainted from the shock. My wife and mother are both NTR'd—
how did you figure that out, sir?"
Bao Gong said, "All reasoning, in the end, comes down to eliminating all
possibilities between the possible and the impossible. The last possibility left, no matter how impossible..."
Zhan Zhao said, "Ning Guofu, you tell us."
Ning Guofu looked aggrieved: "What did I say? Didn't you say something about incestuous pregnancy? Can my relationship with Aunt Luan be considered
incestuous or pregnancy? We're not related by blood, and we're infertile... That afternoon I got drunk and
sent dirty jokes to all the women I knew on WeChat. Only she replied." We chatted for a bit. I told her I'd had too much to drink and was
coming home early, and she said, "Wait for me." Then she came back. And then we...became intimate."
Luan Xiaoju said, "We're both single, and we're not related by blood. We can do whatever we want. Even if
we get married, who would dare object?"
Zhan Zhao looked at Bao Gong: "My lord, these two, though shameless, have a point..."
Bao Gong asked, "You said you sent her a WeChat message and she came back quickly. How long did it take her to get back, and
which door did she come in through?"
Ning Guofu was stunned: "I was half asleep on the sofa at the time, and I heard the door open soon enough.
Then she sat down next to me with a smile. She was wearing a short-sleeved sweater, a short skirt, and stockings..." He felt
the fierce gazes of his sister and nephew, skipped over the details, and said, "Anyway, I was tempted and seduced, and I only went along with it out of politeness
."
"Soon we heard a knock at the door, but you didn't know which door it was," Bao Gong said. "The truth is, Luan
Xiaoju came back very quickly that day. She didn't come back from outside; she came out of Li Rong's room!"
"Bah! Lord Bao, don't listen to his nonsense! I went to see him openly, like welcoming a close friend, but
this lecherous wolf raped me. I thought Rongrong was sleeping inside and didn't dare to resist, afraid that Rongrong would find out that her uncle was such
a beast and see the truth of the world too early..." Luan Xiaoju sobbed, saying, "Anyway, I meant well, but
I never expected to let a wolf into my house. I'm like Mr. Dongguo, I'm like the farmer and the snake."
"Don't interrupt, this is the truth," Bao Gong said. "Around 1
p.m. , Li Rong ejaculated on Luan Xiaoju in the bedroom; around 2 p.m., Ning Guofu returned home and had
relations with Luan Xiaoju in the living room; before 3 p.m., Ning Guofu returned home for a nap, and Ning Guofu had relations with Ning Guofu again."
The hall fell silent. The four people and eight ghosts gaped, their eyes glazed, utterly bewildered.
The ghost Li Guangzhou on the ground sat up, pounded his head with his fist, and then lay back down.
Bao Gong said sympathetically, "Indeed, reality is too chaotic; it's better to faint."
Zhan Zhao asked in the hall, "My lord... what do you mean?"
Gongsun Ce asked, "So, Ning Guofu is pregnant with Li Rong's child, but they didn't commit incest;
it was Ning Guofu who transferred Li Rong's semen from Luan Xiaoju's body to Ning Guofu?"
Bao Gong said, "That's the truth; they are all innocent."
Gongsun Ce, Zhan Zhao, and the ghost messengers all bowed down, "Your lord is wise!"
The trembling ghost Li Guangzhou, lying on the ground, stretched out his hand, pointed his halberd at everyone in and around the hall, and tried to speak,
but spat out a spurt of blood and collapsed to the ground again.
"My son!—Look how angry you've made him!"
"Does he enjoy your shameful deeds?"
The other four men and women argued loudly.
Bao Gong said, "Wang Chao, release these filthy men and women—if you want to argue, go back to the human world!"
Wang Chao said, "The Grand Secretary has ordered you to go back to the human world! Follow me!"
Luan Xiaoju rushed down the steps, and Ning Guofu chased after her. Ning Guofu and Li Rong spat in unison, "
Shameless !" They exchanged a glance, and Li Rong reached out and took her mother's hand. The two bowed slightly to Bao Gong, then walked hand in hand
down the steps. As they descended, Li Rong looked at her mother, then at her lower abdomen. Ning Guofu blushed
and lowered her head.
Gongsun Ce asked, "My lord, aren't you going to do anything about it? But that child is still an incestuous child."
Bao Gong slammed his gavel: "I've lived a long time and seen it all! Lust fills the world. All love is perverse; without sin, there is no destiny."
Zhan Zhao asked, "So?"
"I don't care!"

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