At the first question, Shen Jie's pupils shrank, and his companions trembled slightly.
Han Yuxin showed no reaction, maintaining her faint, professional smile as she waited for their answer.
Shen Jie swallowed. His brain, grown rusty from long-term repetitive labor, whirred to life.
He scrambled to find the best possible answer.
He knew Han Yuxin wouldn't miss the tells from his companions. The question was no longer *if* they had killed, but whether they should *admit* to it.
And, of course, they had.
Just yesterday, in fact.
The men from the neighboring camp had snuck into their tents in the middle of the night, intending to assault the women in their group.
It was premeditated. They had conserved their strength during the day and, being much stronger than the sixteen- and seventeen-year-old girls, quickly overpowered them.
