"He won't say anything." Xu Huo glanced at the monitoring device floating ahead of them.
"Exactly. District 019 has very strict laws. If he confesses in front of the monitoring device, he could still face prison time, even though a hundred years have passed," Meng Xiaoman said. "There's no statute of limitations in District 019. Forget crimes involving murder—even if you stole a loaf of bread decades ago, as long as there's solid evidence, the judicial authorities will still sentence you."
That wasn't all. If what Pu Hui had said was true, all he'd done was ask a coworker to cover his shift. Even if that coworker had died as a result, and even if it had been a natural disaster, there was no law under which he could be sentenced for that. There had to be another reason he couldn't talk.
Just then, Zhu Zhongliang contacted them. "Pu Hui got in touch with me."
"Wait until he's contacted you twice more before responding. Tell him your birthday is in ten days and that you want your son to come home for a visit." After replying, Xu Huo followed Zhao Yiming and the others to the next household that had requested a free medical consultation.
People in District 019 might have acted every day as though the word "worry" didn't exist in their vocabulary, but in reality, many of them had psychological problems. Once they learned Xu Huo was also skilled in psychological therapy, nearly every household asked for a counseling session. The elderly, adults in their prime, and even children were no exception.
Zhao Yiming found it hard to believe. "What psychological problems could such a young child have? They're probably just upset they can't get a toy, or that the kid next door got the registration code for