Siheyuan: I have a mental illness

Yi Zhonghai was also surprised when he saw Ye Fan, who was calm and composed. Is this still the same Ye Fan who would beat people up over a disagreement?

The old policeman looked at Ye Fan and asked: "Hello, comrade. I am a police officer in our police station and also in charge of the Nanluoguxiang area. Next to me are my two apprentices.

The main reason I came to see you today is because this old comrade said that you beat someone up. "He pointed at Yi Zhonghai. Then he opened his mouth and asked again: "Do you have anything to explain?"

Ye Fan glanced at Yi Zhonghai and said, "Who did I hit? How come I don't know?"

When Liu Haizhong heard this, a trace of anger flashed across his face. He pointed his finger at Ye Fan and said sternly, "You hit me! And Lao Yi, do you dare to say that you didn't hit me? Are you scared to death when you see the police comrades coming?"

Ye Fan looked at Liu Haizhong, his mouth corners slightly raised, revealing a faint smile. He replied slowly: "Yes, I was scared to death. But you can call your son over now."

Hearing Ye Fan's words, the people around burst into laughter. They knew that Liu Haizhong had shot himself in the foot. At this time, the faces of Liu Guangtian and Sha Zhu in the crowd also became very ugly. Being woken up by urine has become an eternal pain in their hearts. Now it is brought up again, which is really unbearable.

After hearing what Ye Fan said, Liu Haizhong became so angry that his face turned red. He pointed at Ye Fan and kept muttering, "You...you..." However, he couldn't utter a complete sentence.

Ye Fan looked at Liu Haizhong, a trace of indifference flashed in his eyes. He suddenly raised his hand and slapped Liu Haizhong's hand that was pointing at him. With a crisp "snap" sound, Liu Haizhong's right hand instantly became red and swollen. He widened his eyes and looked at Ye Fan in disbelief.

Liu Haizhong covered his right hand, which was hit, and jumped while groaning in pain. His hand was shaking, as if he wanted to grab something to support himself. The people around him couldn't help but feel frightened when they saw him.

Yi Zhonghai looked at Ye Fan and shouted loudly: "Ye Fan, you beat someone in front of the public security comrades, do you still have the law?"

Ye Fan turned his head to look at Yi Zhonghai and asked: "Did I tell you and him that anyone who dares to scold me should be prepared to be beaten?"

Liu Haizhong covered his hands and looked at Ye Fan, shouting: "When did I scold you?"

Ye Fan looked at Liu Haizhong and said calmly: "It won't work even if you point. Remember this next time."

After Ye Fan finished speaking, Yan Bugui looked at his hands and swallowed.

The old policeman looked at Ye Fan and shouted: "Comrade, how can you beat someone in front of us?"

The female police officer also looked at Ye Fan, but there was a hint of tenderness between her brows.

Ye Fan looked at the old policeman and said doubtfully: "I just didn't let him point at me. Am I wrong?"

Seeing Ye Fan who seemed to be unaware that he was hitting someone, the old policeman frowned and said, "Comrade, you just hit that old comrade to stop him from pointing at you?"

Ye Fan nodded affirmatively after hearing this and asked, "Isn't it?"

The old policeman was stunned when he heard this. Looking at Ye Fan who was so serious, he frowned and said: "You have many ways, why do you use this one? You can tell him!"

Ye Fan looked at the old policeman and said, "I'm not his father, why should I consider so many methods? Isn't my method the simplest and most direct?"

As soon as Ye Fan finished speaking, the people in the courtyard burst into laughter again.

Liu Haizhong suddenly broke down and cried, "Comrade Public Security, you have also seen that Ye Fan dared to commit murder in front of you. If you leave, he will become even more lawless."

The old policeman looked at Ye Fan and agreed with Liu Haizhong's words. He said, "Comrade, come back to the police station with us! We will make a detailed record of your beating of others."

Ye Fan looked at the old policeman and said, "Why should I go back with you? They insulted the fighters, can't we fight back?"

After hearing Ye Fan's words, the old policeman thought of Ye Fan as a retired combatant, and frowned, saying: "Since you are a retired combatant, you can't do anything to the people, right?"

Ye Fan stared at the old policeman with sharp eyes, his tone carrying a bit of majesty: "Do you mean that people can insult us fighters at will?" His voice was not loud, but there was a sense of oppression that could not be ignored.

After saying this, Ye Fan actually took a step forward and walked towards the old policeman. His steps were firm and powerful, as if every step was stepping on the old policeman's heart. His expression was serious, revealing an unquestionable determination.

The old policeman's heart tightened, and he felt the powerful aura emanating from Ye Fan. He quickly explained: "I never said that you can insult combatants!" His voice was a little nervous, and he was obviously intimidated by Ye Fan's momentum.

Ye Fan continued to stare at the old policeman, his eyes as sharp as a torch, as if he could see through his true thoughts. He said word by word: "I am a stubborn person and don't know how to adapt. I was seriously injured in the battlefield and injured my head. So, if I hear someone insulting me or doing something excessive to me, my hands may move unconsciously."

Ye Fan paused, then continued: "I want those people to understand, and to always remember, that our country's combatants must never be violated. If anyone dares to challenge this bottom line, no matter how far away, we will resolutely fight back, and will punish them no matter how far away they are." His words were full of firmness and determination, which shocked people.

The female police officer looked at Ye Fan, who was righteous and awe-inspiring, with a different look in her beautiful eyes. She said, "Master, he is right. We only asked whether he hit anyone. Why don't we ask why he hit someone? It is impossible for a retired combatant to hit someone for no reason, right, Master?"

After listening to his apprentice's words, the old policeman nodded and looked at Ye Fan and said, "You mean, they insulted you first, so you hit the Taoist priest?"

Ye Fan nodded and said affirmatively: "That's right, they provoked me first. They relied on themselves as the steward of the courtyard and looked down on others. I am a straight-forward person and don't know what it means to compromise. I only know that if I encounter injustice, I will beat him up, and if I encounter injustice, I will beat him up."

Ye Fan's powerful speech made the people excited. Xu Damao shouted: "Okay, Brother Ye is right. These managers are used to being high and mighty. When they see us neighbors, they yell at us. Brother Ye is a real man."

Listening to Xu Damao's joke, Ye Fan was delighted. I just beat you up, and you came out to support me. What a good person! Lou Xiao'e, I'll help you digest it. Don't thank me. I never leave my name behind when I do good things.