My Granddaughter's Throat Was Cut, and I Knelt at the Gate of the Military Area Holding a First-Class Merit Medal.

The granddaughter reported her husband for corruption and was brutally raped and had her throat slit by him. I went to the Women's Federation, but the Women's Federation didn't dare to take care of it. I went to the police and they said, "This is a family matter and they won't file a case!" I went to the procuratorate, and the director kicked me out: "You've offended someone from the provincial department and you still want to call the police?" What's even more outrageous is that they bribed the hospital and forced me to sign a letter of understanding: "No wonder the whole family is about to die. It's because our ancestors have been rotten to the roots. We deserve it!" In desperation, I opened the cabinet that had been dusty for a long time. He took out four first-class merit medals, knelt at the door of the military compound and shouted in grief and indignation. "Old chief, back then you said that everyone in the military region was my family. I want to ask if this still counts?" This novel and its characters are purely fictitious. Any similarity is purely coincidental and should not be imitated.