"You weren't talking nonsense; the County Magistrate sees you as an easy scapegoat, pinning all the unsolved cases on you."

Old Liu couldn't believe what you said. He casually rummaged through your luggage and found the judgment documents inside.

After reading them, he sneered, got up, and neatly arranged your bed, moving a buddy's quilt onto your bed.

"Boss Chen, you don't know, but it gets cold in the south during winter. Those bastards in charge of supplies skim off the top, and the quilts we get barely have any cotton in them. You should use an extra one to keep warm."