Siheyuan came through and sent Jia Zhang to prison

He Feng watched Ma Xin's performance and felt it wasn't fake. He thought, perhaps Ma Xin had never touched a gun before, unlike Ma Ran, who was a skilled performer. So, He Feng walked up behind Ma Xin and began to teach her how to shoot. He held Ma Xin's hand, adjusted her posture, and whispered, "Don't be nervous. Relax your body, straighten your arm, aim at the center of the target, and then slowly pull the trigger."

Under He Feng's guidance, Ma Xin fired a shot. However, with a "bang," the bullet missed the target and flew nowhere. Ma Xin looked at He Feng with some frustration and said, "Forget it. I don't seem to have the talent for this. Am I useless? I can't even hit a target." Her eyes were filled with disappointment and self-blame.

He Feng shook his head and comforted with a smile: "It's always like this for the first time, don't be discouraged. Shooting is not an easy thing, it requires constant practice to master the skills. Just take it slowly, I believe you can do it." He Feng's words were full of encouragement, hoping to give Ma Xin more confidence.

Afterwards, Ma Xin took a deep breath, raised her pistol again, and began firing continuously at the target in front of her. He Feng had been watching intently from the sidelines, but he was still a little confused and wanted to confirm whether Ma Xin really couldn't shoot. After all, he had been deceived by Ma Ran before, and he never imagined that Ma Ran was such a sharpshooter, hiding his skills so well. And from the movements and performance of Ma Xin before him, it seemed as if she really couldn't shoot.

Seeing Ma Xin making little progress after repeated attempts, He Feng decided to demonstrate himself. He took the gun from Ma Xin and said, "Ma Xin, let me show you once. You'll understand. Pay close attention to my movements and posture, and learn the key points." With that, He Feng positioned himself, took steady aim, and pulled the trigger. With a few "bangs," the bullets hit the center of the target with pinpoint accuracy.

He Feng's mood at that moment was like the haze before a storm, oppressive and heavy. He seemed to want to vent all his unbearable emotions on the target before him. He quickly pulled the bolt and expertly loaded the bullet, his eyes burning with anger. Each shot was fired with full force, and the "bang bang bang" sound of the gun echoed in the training ground, as if he was going to penetrate the target.

Ma Xin's heart tightened at the sound of the intense gunfire. She put down her exercises and quickly walked over. Seeing He Feng's tense expression, she whispered, "He Feng, I know you're upset. But you need to know that we're all here for you and will help you get to the bottom of this." Ma Xin's eyes were filled with concern and determination. She knew He Feng's pain and hoped to offer him some comfort.

He Feng turned his head slightly, glanced at Ma Xin, and said nothing. He reached out and took the pistol from Ma Xin's hand, gently setting it aside. Then he handed his own pistol to Ma Xin and said, "I've carefully adjusted this gun and adjusted its performance. You can try it again." Although He Feng's voice was calm, one could still hear the suppressed emotion in it.

Ma Xin took the pistol, took a deep breath, stood still, and started shooting at the target in front of him. However, the result was still somewhat unsatisfactory. After firing a volley of bullets, only one bullet barely hit the target, and it hit the edge of the target. Ma Xin looked at He Feng with some frustration, a trace of loss in his eyes, and said: "Am I stupid? How come I can't even learn to shoot well?"

He Feng smiled and shook his head, then said patiently: "You are a pen-wielding person. You are exposed to professional forensic knowledge on a daily basis. It is normal that you are not familiar with shooting. But you must know that the current situation is very dangerous. A great man once said that both the pen and the gun must be held tightly in our hands. Mastering shooting skills is to better protect yourself and those around you." He Feng's words were full of encouragement, hoping to cheer Ma Xin up.

Ma Xin nodded and asked thoughtfully, "He Feng, where did you practice spearmanship? Can you tell me about it? I'm curious how you became so skilled."

He Feng looked at Ma Xin, his thoughts seemingly traveling back in time. He slowly said, "Then let me tell you about my experience. Back then, my family was so poor that we couldn't even afford to eat. Life was truly difficult. I had no choice but to join the army, hoping it would offer me a way out. However, I was young at the time, and when they saw my age, they simply refused to accept me." A glint of reminiscence flashed in He Feng's eyes, and he continued, "However, I was lucky. Despite my young age, a kind officer took me in. He said that even if I went back, I would starve to death. So I stayed, initially serving as a guard for that officer. But I always had the dream of joining the army, so I never gave up on my training, even working harder than my comrades. Later, I finally got my wish and officially joined the army. Thanks to my own efforts, I was admitted to a special unit, where I received even more rigorous training, which led to my current marksmanship."

After recounting his own experiences, He Feng looked at Ma Xin and asked with a smile, "What about you? Can you tell me about your experiences? I've been here for so long, and I still haven't gotten to know you well enough." He Feng's questioning was superficial, but he had other plans in mind. He had previously heard Ma Xin talk about her past with Ma Ran, but he wanted to hear it again to see if there were any loopholes. After all, only memorized information is immutable, and he hoped to uncover some clues this way.

Ma Xin nodded and began to recount what had happened to her and Ma Ran. She spoke in great detail, from the moment they met to the little things they had experienced together, as well as the ups and downs and setbacks. He Feng listened quietly, nodding from time to time with a serious expression. After listening, He Feng said, "I didn't expect your experience to be so tragic, but it's all in the past. Things will definitely get better in the future."

Ma Xin looked at He Feng gratefully and nodded. Then he checked the time and said, "He Feng, shouldn't we go home today? After all, we're almost off work. If we don't go back now, it will be too late."

He Feng looked at the time and saw that it was indeed late, so he nodded and said, "Okay, you go back first. I'll clean up here and organize the guns. I'll be back soon."

Without giving it much thought, Ma Xin turned and left the training ground. He Feng watched Ma Xin's departing figure, a trace of doubt rising in his heart. Originally, he only suspected Ma Ran, but now, he was also suspicious of this seemingly weak woman, Ma Xin. However, for now, this was just a suspicion; he needed more evidence to confirm his suspicion.