Street office where the wind lives

"what------"

Before the police car came to a complete stop, a shrill scream came from the hall, almost piercing people's eardrums.

Song Fo's hand on the doorknob flinched, and Yao Jiantan shot it like an arrow off the string.

"wait--"

Song Bergamot originally wanted to tell you to wait for the big troops, but it was too late.

The police force had just passed by a street in the night market, and there were drunk young people everywhere. Not only did they not give way to the police cars, but they also came to block the road on purpose. He opened the car door and laughed loudly, "Uncle policeman, I'm rushing to send money to some leader's family, and I have to wait until the dark. It's really shameless to take the hard-earned money of the people and not do business."

Song Fo's hands and lungs were about to explode, and he opened the car door to go down and grab these self-righteous sticks and give them a few slaps.Yao Jiantan hurriedly pressed the central control lock to stop him: "Buddha's hand, it's important to save people."

Song Bergamo slapped his thigh hard and endured it.

The cars of other colleagues were also detained behind, and only the two of them led the way in a small car that rode the dust and passed the barrier successfully.

The director had an order not to honk the horn, so when they rushed to the door of the bank, the people inside didn't notice that a bald man with a scarred face was carrying a chubby man into an ATM.

The man's head was like a deflated balloon. It was hit and dented. Thick black blood spewed out from the wound. His face, which was originally a wimpy face, suddenly added a few hints of terror, making it look a little hideous. stand up.

Song bergamot was frightened by the scene in front of him and lost his mind for a moment, his feet were half a beat slow, and Yao Jiantan just rushed over with his bare hands.

He is like the first meat shield to attack the tower in a team game. He is brave and mentally retarded. What's the use of being fast and thick blood? If he has no attack power, he is just a progress bar?

But this little stutterer didn't seem to have any self-knowledge. At that moment, he felt that the protagonist's halo possessed him, and he would definitely be able to make a quick and easy warning.

The slap in the face came too fast like a tornado, Yao Jiantan was like a pistol dipped in a fuse, before even a spark could be released, a muffled sound was heard.

"Pfft-"

A cold light flashed from his back, followed by red that slowly blurred, like big peonies blooming on the light blue police uniform, the red was gorgeous, eye-catching, even a little dazzling.

Song bergamot's eyes seemed to be imprisoned in this square inch, and there was no way to avoid it.Suddenly, the images in his field of vision flipped rapidly, and Yao Jiantan fell on his back. A heavy and thick watermelon knife stood vertically on his chest. There was no groove on the blade, so he couldn’t pull it out. Layers ooze outward, staining the police badge on his left arm red.

He turned his head with difficulty, and his neck made a robot-like clicking sound. Song Bergamot wanted to remind him, friend, this is a cervical spondylosis caused by working in front of the computer for a long time. I will put some plaster on you after this mission, okay? ?

He didn't know if he had asked the question, but Yao Jiantan didn't answer anyway.

"Buddha, ask the team to send more people, and the hostages must be rescued."

This was the first sentence in his life without stammering, and it was also the last sentence.

People's voices pouring in from all directions and chaotic footsteps filled Song Foshou's surroundings. He stood at a loss, feeling as if he had been shrouded in a glass cover. Someone was talking to him, someone was pulling him away, and he looked at them blankly. He opened and closed his lips, but he couldn't understand a word that came out.

The last scene he saw before he lost consciousness was blood red all over the ground.

The hunt ended with the death of trainee policeman Yao Jiantan.

Song Foshou rubbed his eyes, his expression cracked for a moment, "I seem to have had a nightmare. When I woke up, they told me that what I saw was fake."

Wei Nanfeng turned around and frowned: "What do you mean?"

"After this incident, I was in a hospital bed for two weeks, in a coma on and off."

"The first thing I do when I wake up is to ask my colleagues how they are being chatty."

Song Foshou's voice suddenly stopped, and it took a while to continue, "They said that Jian Tan is dead, he is dead, not a sacrifice, do you understand? It's not that he died in the line of duty, but... dereliction of duty, angered the fugitives, and he was arrested. Stabbed to death, and involved more than a dozen hostages.”

Wei Nanfeng's eyes froze: "Explain more clearly, how could this happen?"

"I also want to ask, and I also want to know how this happened. Each of them told me that because Yao Jian talked about his own strength, acted without authorization, and verbally attacked the fugitives when communicating with them, the fugitives killed all the hostages in a fit of anger. , including him. Even the reports say so.”

"But I was at the scene at the time. The truth is not like this at all. The hostage had already been knocked out of shape. If Jian Tan didn't rush to save him, he would immediately die from bleeding. Not only that, but Jian Tan also tried to Use your own strength to trap fugitives and delay time for the large army."

"But...how did it become like what they said...it seems that the death of the hostage is the fault of the talkative..." Song Buddha buried his face in his arms, "it's all my fault, if I persisted and didn't faint, would they have just You can’t turn black and white anymore? Can you be named a martyr if you’re a good talker?”

"He was supposed to be a martyr. How could...how could he have acted without authorization and neglected his duties...? This hat is too big."

Luan Zhou couldn't bear to turn his back. The onlookers always see the most clearly, but the truth is often too cruel.

Isn't that enough to understand?Because it was a big news that happened during the international conference, it was impossible for the police station to suppress it and not report it. So, in order to hold more people's black hats, they could only push the responsibility to one person, and at this time, there happened to be a suitable scapegoat. , there is no proof, and the mouth can't speak, isn't it just right to take him under the knife?

"I went to the director later, and he casually comforted me, saying that I must have been overly frightened, and my memory was wrong, and told me to go back and pay more attention to rest."

"I was forced to suspend my job at home, and the more I thought about it, the more I felt unjust. This was a conspiracy planned by the director. I finished my statement and went to the city bureau. I wanted to report the truth directly to the superiors and rehabilitate the talker. ——But the city bureau every day There are a lot of big cases to deal with, and no one has time to see me. When I chatted with the doorman, I explained my purpose. The old man was so scared that he quickly locked the doors and windows, and warned me not to mention this matter again, saying that it happened in It took a lot of effort for the leaders to suppress a scandal during the summit, and whoever will bring up direct dismissal in the future will investigate and deal with it.”

"Scandal? How can it be a scandal that a policeman died to save a hostage? I thought about it, no wonder the body was disposed of secretly without even holding a memorial service. He is an orphan with only his hometown and no family, but he helped them Saved a lot of hassle."

Wei Nanfeng thought of the cookie jar: "Then how did you know where his body was sent?"

"I never gave up appealing, and the Municipal Bureau refused to interview me, so I wrote a letter of complaint and posted on the Internet. At that time, the Internet was just emerging, and there were not many eye-catching hot news. My posts quickly attracted the attention of the majority of netizens. "

"As more and more people responded to the post, many insiders who witnessed the incident were exposed. Some of them said that before the police arrived that night, there were several screams in the bank. , the hostages were probably already dead at that time.

When the first team, that is, Jian Tan and I rushed in, the main force arrived on the back foot, but they kept guarding outside, and rushed in after the inside was completely calm.At that time, some people questioned why the police force had to wait outside for so long before entering the scene. "

Luan Zhou thought to himself: Let the unarmed intern take the lead, and he will be a coward behind.The hostages saved the whole team and performed meritorious service. If they were not rescued, he could escape unscathed. Any subordinate who disobeyed the order and acted without authorization can push the responsibility to two, five or six. This is a good wishful thinking.

"Since they came earlier, why didn't they come in to save people? Isn't it the first priority to ensure the safety of the hostages in this situation!" Song Buddha's hands were wide open, and veins burst out of his clenched fists.

Wei Nanfeng rubbed the tip of his nose: "Perhaps in your director's opinion, ensuring your own life is the only way to do it." It's stupid to have people who don't use it for dead ghosts.

"As many people in the society began to pay attention to this matter again, some media also asked to interview me. I was at home after a long period of unemployment, so I invited the reporter to my home." Song Buddha calmed down his emotions, and continued.

"After the interview was broadcast, my life has changed. Even if I go out to buy groceries or take out the trash, I feel that someone is following me."

Wei Nanfeng frowned: "Did something strange happen?"

"One day, I wanted to go to a nearby supermarket to buy daily necessities. Because it was too hot during the day, I chose to go shopping at night. When I came out of the supermarket and just opened a pack of cigarettes, someone covered my mouth from behind, probably three or four men. , They stuffed me into a van and gave me an injection, which should be a sedative or something. I lost strength for a moment, but I was still conscious. The car drove for about two hours, and the direction was to go out of the city I went." Song Bergamot paused, "They sent me to a mental hospital."

Wei Nanfeng and Luan Zhou exchanged glances, both were so shocked that they couldn't speak.

Is this going to kill the weeds?

"I was locked in there for ten years and didn't escape until three years ago."

"At first, they gave me a white pill every day, and I fell into a semi-comatose state after taking it. This continued for a few months. I started to stop taking the medicine. When the nurse gave me the medicine, I secretly put it on The pills were hidden under her tongue, and after she left, they were picked out and crushed with the corner of the table, and scattered bit by bit in the corner of the room, and the nurse would come to clean it every three days, and they couldn’t find it at all.”

"I gradually gained their trust by pretending to be crazy. The nurses began to let me go out with ordinary mental patients. I tried to send information to the outside, and I also tried to communicate with other patients. I even stole the stainless steel spoon for eating and went back to the house to dig a hole. "

Hearing this, Wei Nanfeng had a strange expression on his face, and raised his eyebrows: "..."

Brother, do you think you're playing Redemption from the Madhouse?Don't imitate the behavior in the movie, it's unbelievable!

"I used a lot of stupid methods and wasted a lot of time. Fortunately, I escaped in the end. After I came out, I found him on the ashes claim list in Jiuru City. Because I was The mentally ill people who are at large dare not take a car or stay in a hotel, and they have to eat and sleep in the open all the way, and it took almost a year to reach Jiuru City."

Wei Nanfeng: "... No wonder it was the first time I saw you with that dignified face."

Song Buddha smiled, his eyelids drooped slightly, and he looked kindly for no reason.

"You all know what happened later, thank you for not treating me as a real psychopath, otherwise, I would have no chance to tell the truth. ——To be honest, it's much more comfortable to tell."

Wei Nanfeng was about to say something when a loud voice came from outside, it was Nie Yiming who brought the workers back.

Luan Zhou got up: "Do you want me to go out and hold him back first?"

Wei Nanfeng shook his head: "No, I'll do it." He put down the sleeves folded at the elbows and straightened them, then walked straight into the yard.

He stood under the eaves and lit a cigarette. The air conditioner upstairs was probably in disrepair. It kept dripping water, and one drop fell on the burning cigarette butt, and the knuckle-long ash was instantly beaten into a hairless chicken. , black and wilted into a ball, extinguished.

Wei Nanfeng: "...can you not treat me like this when I'm pretending to be forceful?"

Hearing the sound, Nie Yiming turned to him and greeted him cheerfully. There were still a few traces of sweat on his face, and he asked stupidly, "How is it? Did he say anything?"

Wei Nanfeng inserted the half of the pipe that died young into the flower pot, and spread his hands as if he was helpless, "No, he's just an ordinary tramp. His relatives are all gone, and he suffered a lot. There is something wrong with my brain, I saw the corpse of the funeral parlor and found it, and I got a sudden brain fever, so I just took the sheep."

Nie Yiming did not expect to get this kind of answer: "Huh??? What about the photo? Is it him?"

Wei Nanfeng continued to fool around: "What? We got it wrong, do you think he looks like a soldier?"

Nie Yiming said seriously: "It doesn't look like it, he even dodged my bullet, this big guy has seen it."

Wei Nanfeng had an expression of "don't mention it soon": "I still want to ask you, are you really a graduate of the police academy? Is it enough to hit the target for the passing mark of the shooting test? I almost shot outside the courtyard, and I'm not in Mali. O's throwing darts is accurate."

Nie Yiming was a bit uneasy. When he was in the police academy, he was indeed at the bottom of his marksmanship, and it was his first time holding a gun. He couldn't help but doubt himself: No way, is the accuracy really that bad...

After that, he raised a lot of doubts, Wei Nanfeng dispatched troops to cover up the water and soil, and said "you think too much, there is nothing", and forcefully prevaricated.

Captain Nie looked up to the sky and sighed, "It's been a waste of a day, I don't want to come to your place again in a short time, what the hell, it's just a joke."

"Captain Nie, go slowly." Wei Nanfeng smiled, feeling a little guilty.

However, this bit of guilt only flowed in his heart and did not appeal to his mouth. Sometimes it is too easy to destroy a person's belief. One truth is enough, but he doesn't want to do that. Captain Nie's career has just begun, and there is still a long way to go. There is a way to go, there are people who spend their whole life doing nothing but law enforcement for the people, and Nie Yiming is the latter, Wei Nanfeng always believes.

Under the torrent of the times, external forces, and the environment, personal feelings are always so fragile. The truth can be cruel or full of glory, it depends on how you understand it.

The setting sun inlaid a soft golden edge on the old courtyard, and Director Wei wanted to meddle in his own business again.

"Captain Nie," he suddenly called out to the people's policeman in front of him with a slumped expression but a straight back.

Nie Yiming turned his head and said impatiently, "What's wrong?"

Wei Nanfeng lowered his head, and rubbed a few gravels carelessly with his toes. He didn't see his mouth move, and his voice seemed to be blowing in the wind. It was very soft, but it couldn't be refused.

"Is it possible to pursue the title of martyr?"

The author has something to say: This article is adapted from real events. When I was in kindergarten, there was always a heavy-duty prison next door to the family courtyard. A small hole, just lie on it and look in, (I don’t know anything, I’m old and bold 233)

One night, my dad came home from work to withdraw money, and ran into a bank robbery. The robber was a death row inmate who escaped from the prison. He shot and killed three policemen, one of whom was an intern who had just graduated from the police academy. , was too young at the time, and the follow-up reports of this incident did not pay any more attention, and the prison was moved out not long afterward.

Now that I think about it, that day might have been his first mission. If such a brave man were still alive, he must be a good policeman who would benefit all parties. Unfortunately, the world is unpredictable.