[Comprehensive] Police Chronicle

Quickly took out the books.

Liri Xingxingyan: "Then what is your suggestion, Teacher Liu?"

"It's very simple, play Knight's Creed."

The whole class booed and laughed, and the air was full of joy.

When the get out of class bell rang, Liu clarified what he had just said.

"Don't take it seriously, everyone, cheer for the sports festival."

Liu picked up the textbooks and lesson plans and walked out of the classroom door. The laughter and conversation from the classroom behind him faded away, and his gentle and slightly smiling expression disappeared little by little.

That's it.That's all.

"What is fluoxetine?"

"A medicine."

Panasonic raised his hands and scratched his stubble-grown chin, making the sound of shackles colliding, he raised his eyelids and glanced at Aizawa on the opposite side of the tempered glass.

"Antidepressants like selective serotonin reuptake inhibitors are usually used for depression in adults, but unfortunately I only had money to buy them after dealing drugs."

Aizawa regrets his situation, but the right and wrong of this matter are very clear.

"That's not an excuse for you to sell drugs."

"Yes." Panasonic knew it himself, and echoed resentfully, "Are you treating me as a query website or are you here to give me ideological education?"

No, facing Liu's only known one-pointed friend, Aizawa straightforwardly explained his intentions.

"For Liu, how can I confess successfully?"

Panasonic was stunned: "Isn't it?"

Some people lose their temper the more they are in an intimate relationship, the less likely they are to end well, and some people are more timid and retreat when faced with developments, but these two kinds of people get together.

"Speak frankly, be strong." The old bachelor Matsushita considers himself an expert in hidden emotions. "To be honest, he will only understand if you move the Civil Affairs Bureau in front of Liu."

"The Civil Affairs Bureau is in charge of social administrative affairs, disaster relief, and moving the Civil Affairs Bureau without the permission of relevant departments is an act of disturbing public order——Liu Hui told me so."

Matsushita couldn't help but sighed, "You're right."

Taking advantage of Liu's class, Aizawa took half a day off in the afternoon to visit the prison. This decision seemed to be a mistake, and what Matsushita said could not be used as a reference.

"What about lithium carbonate?"

"Lithium carbonate is for manic episodes." Knowing medicine for a long time, Panasonic's knowledge is limited to psychiatric prescription drugs, "Why, you have bipolar disorder?"

"No."

How much did Liu hide from him?

Thinking back to the photo of Liu's tired and indifferent eyes, maybe it was at that time, but Aizawa didn't find out until five or six years later.

Aizawa had the urge to look for Liu, but it was already past the off-duty time, and Liu couldn't figure out where to run, so he shouldn't be able to catch him.

Not wanting to be on the only way for Xiongying to go home, Aizawa saw Liu on the other side of the bridge.

Although his wish came true, Aizawa couldn't help being suspicious.

This time is much later than the off-duty time, and Liu is not on duty today, besides, he came from a direction other than Xiongying, and went from a direction other than his home, so it was very strange for him to appear here.

Aizawa met Liu's gaze, not too close, and Liu smiled at him.

Liu now looks gentle and soft, without any depression or fragility, and even feels better than when he was a student.

People who can't hear the music think the dancers are crazy, and people who can't see the shadows think the depressed people are hypocritical.

Liu can't do it for people to see illness.

Maybe you show symptoms and people know that you are suffering, but no one cares. You will be ridiculed, humiliated and feared. It is better to pretend to be normal, at least decent.

Sickness will go away, and collapse will go away, all of which are firmly suppressed in my heart. It is a virtue not to disturb others with private affairs, but he himself, anyway, can't die.

☆、Chapter [-]

He signed a non-disclosure agreement with the doctor on the treatment of professional heroes, and Liu took home the three-piece prescription for antidepressant, sleep aid, and manic treatment of fluoxetine, sleeping pills, and lithium carbonate with his medical record certificate.

Liu went home and found that the artificial flowers were watered too much when she went out in the morning, and the water seeped out of the flower pots and flooded the mobile phone next to her.

Fortunately, it is a personal mobile phone that is different from work. It only contains the parents' number and the cordial greetings from the communication company.

Liu took out the phone card and replaced it with another phone, but it didn't make any difference. In contrast, the work machines were full, and the advertisements were mixed with the office's notifications and entertainment.

"Crack."

The sound of the camera shutter irritated Liu's nerves. Seeing the smiling Ms. Liu in the darkness, Liu restrained his hostility a little.

Ms. Liu didn't dare to speak out about Liu's current state, and said euphemistically: "I'm worried that you won't be able to make friends in the office."

Liu glanced at the wet phone.

"I'm fine."

Ms. Liu went to the table and put down her bag, and put Liu's house key and camera back into the bag.

"Give up if you can't, no one will blame you." Across a square table, Ms. Liu raised her hand, trying to pinch Liu's face like she did when she was a child, "Home will always be your escape route."

Liu tilted his head away.

She didn't know that it wasn't someone else who really cut off Liu's retreat, and Liu was not someone who would retreat.

"Don't push yourself too hard." Ms. Liu turned her hand and patted Liu's shoulder tolerantly, "You are really not suitable."

Since he decided to test Xiongying, she has always had this kind of euphemistic but firm negative attitude.

"Change your job." Ms. Liu persuaded, "Doctors also save lives and heal the wounded? You were very interested in medicine when you were young, and you were very talented. You are calm and suitable for being a doctor. With your brain, you are now studying for exams and internships. can make a difference.”

Ms. Liu, who used to be a doctor, asked expectantly and inductively.

"Isn't it good to choose a more interesting career from the bottom of your heart? Don't be so selfish."

For Liu Moran, the medicine bag was in his hand, but she turned a blind eye to it, only wanting to achieve her goal.

I don't want to push too hard for the time being, Ms. Liu warned before leaving.

"You're thin again, I left the meal in the kitchen, remember to eat."

Until she left, Liu was still holding the medicine and stood there motionless.

The lights were off, I was lying in bed, I couldn’t sleep, I didn’t want to eat, I didn’t want to take medicine.

When he was finally able to think energetically, Liu realized that this was a state of stupor and high mental depression, which in layman's terms was a bit of a disease.

Liu Qiang forced himself to take the medicine, and briefly read "The Brothers Karamazov" again. It was already late at night, and he found the jigsaw puzzle he bought a few days ago, and calculated the crime rate and calculus. , have to go to work soon.

Walking out of the house in a daze, wherever you go, people are talking about professional heroes, gossip, interpersonal relationships, listening to books with software, watching movies with a few minutes of commentary, songs with a unified passionate style, everything is ready-made, giving people a good reason to be lazy , selfish, their faces gradually evolved into the same one, bewildered and angry, satisfied and painful.

The job content is the same, nothing more than tolerating and acting like a fool.What he tolerates is what others act, and what he acts is what others tolerate.He didn't understand why such a distorted chain of regular things could work normally.

None of the goals of this world are the same as his, and none of the joys of this world are compatible with him.

In addition to job news, mobile phone pages are advertisements, shopping advertisements around heroes, and promotional advertisements for vocational education. The rapid economic development brings endless advertisements.

The ears are full of noise, passers-by, colleagues, media, and the Internet further concretize the noise.It seemed that the entire city, the entire continent, and the entire world were burning with life out of some twisted excitement to create this momentary din.

Even Liu himself was extremely noisy, and he had to make the prescribed noise against the noise.

Only during the lunch break when everyone was stuffing food into their mouths in the cafeteria, he hid in the toilet cubicle and read Hesse, could he chat with the smell of excrement and get a moment of peace.

He can still focus on cynicism outside, but what he faces is even more terrifying when he goes home——himself.

Taking medicine, reading, and sleeping, Liu only used three kilowatt-hours of electricity in a month.

Liu was afraid that she would not be able to fall asleep, and even more afraid that she would fall asleep.

Lying in a room like a tomb, on a bed like a coffin slab, dreaming of the past death, fear, despair, and the roar of the earthquake are superimposed, and the tide is suffocating.

Occasionally, the phantom pain would linger on the body for a while after waking up from the pain, like phantom limb pain. The painful Liu tried to slam his head against the wall on the verge of mental collapse, either fainted and went back to sleep, or let the pain of a new death cover it.

He even sleepwalked, and once or twice he woke up on the rooftop of the apartment.

Sitting on the edge of the roof in the middle of the night, I woke up in time, and looked at the night view of the city from a high place in the wind.

The silver moon is like frost, the air is turbid and the stars are hidden, the night when the wind blows slightly and the noise of vehicles and machinery, the breath of the city fluctuates, and the foggy bright side of the lights trembles as if trying to swallow something, Liu tries to appreciate it.

You can't die if you jump down, and you will only be found out about secret bad things, but people are very willful, and in the milliseconds between death and life, he seems to be able to touch the entrance of another quiet world, just like the waning moon in the sky, with uneven moon halos It is the gap in the world, revealing a bright and vague light.

Liu thought, as long as someone comes and says "you jump" to him now, Liu may throw this person down first and then go down by himself.

Thankfully no one was there at the time.

Of course Liu also thought, what if someone said "Don't dance"?

That Liu will beat this man half to death and throw him down.

Living in this contradictory society that is noisy but indifferent is sometimes really reassuring. If there is no if, no one cares about you, let alone save you, you only have yourself.

In the future, Liu put away the sharp weapon, and tied his hands to the bedpost with a rope before going to bed, so as not to run out to die in depression or excitement after the onset of the disease, and not to lose to himself who is immortal like that pot of fake flowers.

The moment this war is lost is true death.His body cannot die, and he will wander as a walking corpse in the infinite cycle of life and death, until he is old and turned into ashes before being buried.

Win or die.

Liu eats a meal for two, takes medicine on time, and works hard to socialize.

As long as the observation is careful enough and combined with the principles of psychology, people's words, deeds and psychological activities can be traced.

He must be paranoid and too demanding for everyone to do what he likes, improve interpersonal relationships, and integrate into the group. Try to accept and invest in this world. Normal people live like this.

Soon Liu made friends.Although colleague A insists that red and green are ukiyo-e styles, and colleague B often farts and refuses to admit it, they are both suitable friends.

However, Liu still didn't dare to untie the rope before going to bed, and she still ate all the food and medicine.

Why is he still unhappy?

Is it really him who needs treatment?

He is fighting, fighting for what?He is confused, what is he confused about?If he loses, who will he lose to?Are his struggles and confusions meaningful and correct?

Liu couldn't help not thinking about these things, not questioning everything, which inevitably affected his work.

He did the surrounding rescue work for All Might's battle. After the rescue was basically completed, Liu covered up the fact that All Might was injured to the media to divert public attention.

A few uninjured rescued people asked for autographs and group photos from the professional heroes. There was a woman standing on the edge of the rooftop in a tall building in the distance. I don’t know if she wanted to occupy the high ground to watch idols like the fanatics in the tree next to her, or to fight against the enemy. The middle house was ruined, the child died, and the husband left life without hope and prepared to commit suicide.

The crowd following All Might and the other heroes blocked the road, and the voices of shouting and cursing heroes were mixed together.Some people were squeezed to the ground in the turbulent crowd. Pairs of poorly crafted shoes trampled past. The ambulance was parked outside and could not get in. The sun was strong, and all kinds of people's various sweats evaporated and condensed, and there was also the smell of fart. , bad breath, women's perfume and the strange smell of rotting meat is unappetizing.

The turbid air is fermenting, and the broken walls are festering and pus. This place and the world is a huge slaughterhouse, and people flock to wait to be slaughtered.The flashing lights around are connected together, trying to subdue freedom with strong light.

One of the rescued people held up a camera, and with a bright and vicious smile, he gestured to Liu with scissors hands: "Smile!"

Liu couldn't pronounce a single word of the familiar public relations speech, and he didn't even want to laugh. He just wanted to swear and tell people to leave the slaughterhouse, but something like rotten cotton wool blocked his chest and mouth.

That rotten cotton wool is his cowardly worldly heart.

Liu didn't smile, and then it became a mistake.

Because Liu has a good image, the leader regards Liu as the face of the firm.He approached Liu with the newspaper page with Liu's cold face on it, and offered a gentle suggestion.

"You give the public the impression that you are gentle and amiable, and you can't let them down."

"I'm a hero, not a star, do I need to laugh?"

"Don't say it so badly. Professional English is the mainstream of the world. What you have experienced is inevitable. Isn't it good to be a popular hero? So many people like you and pursue you." This is a matter of concept, not just for laughing, the boss decided to speak The point is, "Unless you resign from here, don't be a hero."

Liu almost blurted out.

"I resign."

The meaning of a professional hero has long been differentiated from that of a hero, and Liu has no interest in continuing to be a fake hero.

"Then what do you plan to do after resigning? Give up the mainstream and righteous way, and become a policeman like a lackey?"

Liu, who had never thought about it before, sneered: "Yes, just be a policeman."

Out of love for talents, the boss was angry at Liu's unconsciousness.

"When you become a policeman, you can only cheer for the professional heroes and hand out water, shouting and pinching your shoulders and beating your legs!"

Liu's footsteps stopped, and the boss asked him: "Have you thought about it? What do you want to say?"

"Double bet awesome."

"..."

After speaking, Liu slammed the door and left without looking back, went to tidy up and pack up.

Friends persuaded Liu to stay, and Liu had made up his mind to go, but before leaving, Liu solemnly left them with advice.

"Red and green are really not Ukiyo-e style."

Colleague A: "..."

"In the future, don't fart like someone else did it or it didn't happen, because it stinks, please apologize."

Colleague B: "..."

Holding the suitcase and waiting in front of the bus stop, Liu figured out three things.

First of all, food and medicine have to be taken, because as a human being he has to live.

Second, fuck your friends, no need.

Finally, fuck the mainstream.

Although Liu doesn't know where he will go next at the moment, he has decided to test the police, at least the police are not hypocritical.

Liu took half a bottle of sleeping pills that night in an attempt to go to bed early.

Liu didn't sleep well, a dark shadow shrouded Liu's head in the darkness, and cut Liu the rope at the end of the bedpost that made his wrists red.

Liu woke up, he had done nothing but was extremely tired, he stood up, stretched out his hand to the tall black ghost in a trance, and touched the hand of the ghost blade.

"elder brother."

It rarely appeared. When Liu was a child, he thought it was his brother's ghost. Later, even if Liu learned from the experimental data that this is a unique ability of demihumans, and it will be produced in large numbers when demihumans are resurrected, he is willing to think so.

Invisible Black Matter, referred to as IBM, can also release a certain amount of black matter that is invisible to ordinary people by virtue of will at ordinary times. Due to differences in the mental strength of different demihumans, the human forms formed are not the same.

Willow's IBM looks like his brother's ghost, because Willow wants it to be.

"Your belief is true, but what I do is never to realize your dream for you." Liu was in a trance, "No one oppresses me, they all have their own pain, but I will still be crushed, developed The economy, dirty air, normal people..."

Regardless of the sharp blade on the black ghost, Liu embraced it, and it also tried its best to put away the blade.

He pressed the arteries in his wrist against its blade and slid down slowly.

"Am I abnormal..."

☆、Chapter Two and Three

On the edge of the city about ten kilometers east of Xiongying Academy, there is a gathering place for homeless people. Liu appeared on this road that he should not have appeared just after returning from the scene of the crime.

Ide is dead.

At first, Liu just went to the forensic doctor to find clues. From the forensic doctor, he learned that Tanaka died after being exposed to high-voltage electricity. Witnesses claimed that Tanaka touched the wire on his own initiative.

Ueno drowned, and his body was found in the Cangjiang River at the Canglan Bridge. After the forensic autopsy, no abnormalities were found.

Shen Jiang is a common method used by the underworld, and there is electrocution, and there is a perjury after the number is suppressed, which is simple and rude.But it was the one in the prison who was entangled with the underworld, so how did he get involved with Ueno Tanaka?If it is a terrorist, it is estimated that they will directly fight with the dead, or use weapons of mass destruction to evolve into a terrorist attack.Now that the third deceased has appeared, although there are witnesses, Liu still thinks it is suspicious.

Later, when she heard the sound of a police siren nearby, Liu felt that it was unusual. It happened that Chiyo had received the news, and Liu, who was monitoring her mobile phone, followed her and rushed over.

There was an unspeakable smell at the scene. Although Liu was used to all kinds of smells, he no longer had police authority. In order to prevent being recognized by his colleagues who had worked together and cause trouble, he still covered his mouth and nose with a handkerchief.

The cordon has been pulled up, and the police are checking all kinds of IDs of the people who came here. With just a glance, the checks are stricter than before. Liu looked around and saw Chiyo's shadow for a while.

He covered most of his face with a handkerchief with one hand, and calmly walked towards the interrogating policeman. On the way, Liu caught sight of it, and bumped into a policeman hurriedly walking out with an evidence bag, and took away the policeman in his trouser pocket. documents.

Facing the interrogating police a few steps away, Liu shook off his police ID card, covering half of his face in the photo with his fingers, and the other party pulled up the seal to let Liu in.

Liu entered the messy yard of the crime scene, bent over to pick up a pile of sundries next to him, as if he had picked up something, turned around and called the policeman who hadn't gone far, and raised the police ID card he had been holding all along. : "Hey, is this yours?"

The police officer trotted over: "Thank you, I'm sorry."

Liu, who successfully sneaked in and received a thank you, began to investigate the scene.

Ordinary one-story house with a single door and no window. To be precise, the window was nailed to death by debt collectors. According to the police who arrived first, the door was also hanged with wire from the outside when the call came to the police, and the inside was plugged in by the deceased. The deadbolt, which was not moved during the testimony of the witnesses.

Moreover, after witnesses cooperated with the police to break the door, the police found that the room was cut off and it was pitch black.

In other words, the scene of the crime has become a secret room, and the only suspect is the woman brought back by the deceased who witnessed the whole process.

Liu Kua is entering.

The house is bare, except for a clock by the door, which is still worth some money. Ide showed Liu a photo, which was a relic of his grandmother.

For the rest, as soon as you enter the door, you will find a simple but neat bed, and a broken cabinet next to it is moved under the beam in front of the bed as an auxiliary tool. The two pieces of furniture have already taken up most of the room. space.

This special secret combat team is unknown, and their money is distributed by the immediate superiors of the department. Naturally, the rights protection after retiring from the army cannot go through conventional channels.

The quilt on the bed, which was folded into tofu cubes, had collapsed at one corner, and the listless woman was leaning on the collapsed corner of the quilt, draped in a police blanket.

In front of the bed, Liu's field of vision is slightly to the right, and a rope is hanging from the middle of the beam above the cabinet.

If Liu had come early, he might have seen the silhouette of the former brave captain of the company hanging in the air.

The dead body was placed on the ground.

Liu stood on the periphery and took a rough look.The source of the smell was the incontinent dead man. His eyes were closed, his face was purple, his tongue stuck out two or three points, and the saliva from his mouth fell to his chest. , everything makes sense.

At the scene of the secret room, the death looks reasonable, and there are witnesses, it seems that he committed suicide.

Liu explored the house, nothing special.

To be honest, there are a few nail holes on the wall on the left side of the bed corresponding to the door. It is still very new, but there is nothing to hang on the wall in the room.

Maybe it was taken away by the creditor and sold, but the debt collector chose to seal the doors and windows, cut off the water and electricity, and should not have entered the room.

Before Liu Shen could think, he patted his shoulder with one hand.

"The investigation is quite strict this time." Kimura asked with a smile, "How did you get in here?"

Liu also wanted to ask why Kimura was here: "Where's Chiyo?"

Kimura frowned: "Why are you asking her?"

Liu felt that Kimura's reaction was wrong, and when he mentioned Chiyo, he even showed contempt.

But from Liu's monitoring of Chiyo's two mobile phones at the same time, it can be known that the chat messages between Kimura and Chiyo are very ambiguous.

Maybe Kimura heard the gossip about Chiyo, so he felt disgusted.

"I thought you felt good about her."

Kimura waved his hands in horror: "After understanding, I found that I couldn't bear it."

"Do you know her?" Liu asked back, "What are the words and sentences she talks to most frequently?"

"Well... I have no impression."

"Most of them are questions, empty words without self-confidence." Liu summed up the pattern when monitoring her mobile phone, "She likes other people's things because she doesn't believe her own vision and choices. Because of low self-esteem, she makes publicity, because she is afraid of being ignored So keep brushing up your presence."

Whenever someone ignores her, it will cause her to panic, and this is also the reason for Liu. Liu did not check her past, and it must be a rotten hidden injury.

"She's just biased, not bad enough." Liu doesn't dislike Chiyo, and has a more objective evaluation of her, "If you are serious with her, it will be a long run-in."

Kimura was completely speechless, and didn't understand why Liu defended Yi Bichi so vigorously.

"Master of psychoanalysis, you know her so well, why don't you guide her to the right path?"

"Persuading a woman to be good is as immoral as pulling a woman into the water." Besides, Liu himself is hard to protect.

During the speech, the eyewitness gave some key testimony, and Liu listened intently in the chaotic scene.

"It didn't take long for the debt collector to leave. Let's go to lunch. He locked the door inside. He said he would let me spend the night, and then go skating." Ice skating is a dark name for drug use. "Then the clock struck three times, and I seemed to be asleep. ...Still didn't sleep for a long time, I can't remember clearly, when the clock struck four, he suddenly said that he had no money to repay the debt and wanted to commit suicide."

She talked in a confused and impatient manner, asking for cigarettes from the policewoman who was interrogating her, during which Liu heard her calling Hanako.

"Then he hanged himself. I was lying on the bed, and the clock was still ringing. Almost in the blink of an eye, he hung on it and stopped moving." Hanako continued to answer the question, "It's unusual... isn't it dark in the room, look for something He had to bump and bump, he found a rope to move the cabinet and hang himself, it seems that he can't."

Huazi Diandian had five hundred-yuan coins in his hand: "That's what the hell I found, well, forget it, I might be worth this."

When asked about the specific details, she recalled the process of turning over the money, wondering if she had lost anything.

"He stinks and his body is cold... Police officer, I should have said everything, is it over?"

Hearing this, Liu confirmed that Ide committed suicide.

It is common knowledge that the body cools down after death.

Exceptions are sudden death, sepsis, and special causes of death including mechanical asphyxia.

The body temperature of this type of dead body sometimes rises to about [-] degrees and then drops and turns cold. In this season, the body temperature drops even more slowly.

She turned over the money shortly after the death of the deceased, and there is a high probability that the body would be hot. Her confession conflicted with the death time of the deceased.

Someone named Kimura said to Liu before he left, "She was high at the time, so it's not certain whether the testimony will be counted or not."

Liu glanced at him, Hanako's testimony must not be completely believed, nor should it be completely disbelieved.

While Kimura was gone, Liu stole a white coat and put on a mask, pretending to be a forensic doctor, took two disposable syringes, and extracted 2ml of vitreous humor from both sides of Ide's eyeballs.

The vitreous body is less affected by the outside world and is not easily polluted or corrupted, so it is suitable for chemical examination of cadavers.Measured vitreous ' fluid potassium ion concentration can be calculated through the equation more exact time of death.

Before the truth comes out, Liu must doubt every relevant force and handling department.

When hiding the syringe, Liu saw a shining iron-gray badge in the gap between the tightly clenched fists of the corpse.

Ide is such a ritualistic person?

Putting aside those untimely suspicions, Aizawa suddenly became very concerned about who the fluoxetine in the Lithium Carbonate group was.

It happened that Liu beckoned to him and trotted over.

For an opportunity to look at Liu's address book, Aizawa dialed Liu's number, using the excuse of trying to get the phone bill to the account.

Not far away, Liu stopped, glanced at the phone, but did not answer it.

Aizawa saw Liu's smile gradually disappearing as he walked over, and when the vibrating screen of his mobile phone appeared in front of him, there were three large characters on it, fluoxetine.

Guessing what Aizawa just learned and what he wants to do now, Liu asked, "Satisfied?"

For a moment, Aizawa couldn't be moved by this situation.

Liu hung up the phone, and then stretched out his hand, Aizawa clutched his phone tightly.

After confronting each other for about half a minute, Aizawa handed Liu the phone, and the movement was as slow as a century.

Then Liu saw his note: 110.

"So I'm just a policeman in your heart."

Aizawa just wanted to explain that it was because of shyness, but Liu said again.

"That's the highest compliment I can get."

Then I saw that Liu changed his group to professional hero, and his remarks to Class A.

Aizawa tried to pretend to be happy, and casually messed up a topic: "It seems that we have never fought against each other, nor have we fought together."

"You don't remember."

"..." He said something wrong again, "When?"

"You really are," Liu sighed, "you can't drink well, and your wine quality is also poor."

In my impression, Aizawa never drank with Liu...

Walking to the bridge of the river again, the late summer hot wind blows head-on, the bandages on Aizawa's body have long been removed, and at this time he can clearly feel the water vapor engulfed in the wind.

If it rains again, it will be autumn rain, and another summer will be over.

Aizawa thought that he was bound to make amends, so he stepped forward and held Liu's face.

"I feel like you're not in a good mood."

Liu made a quizzical voice from his squeezed mouth: "No."

"Please tell me if you are in a bad mood, I will be there anyway."

"..."

Liu Jiujiu stared at Aizawa, with his figure deeply reflected in his eyes, and asked softly, "Did you search the Internet with 'how to comfort patients with depression'?"

Aizawa tilted his head: "You miss me so much."

"Yes or no?"

"Yes."

Liu knew it.

Said Liu Naonan, Aizawa also each other each other.

"But it's a bit different. What I'm asking is how to comfort a depressed lover."

"..."

The corners of Liu's mouth twitched when caught off guard, trying to turn his head away from Aizawa's eyes, but his face was in his hands.

Aizawa leaned closer, met Liu's gaze, and kissed Liu's forehead.

"Clumsy tongue, sincere feelings."

☆、Chapter [-]

After parting from Aizawa, night fell, but it was impossible for Liu to go home just like that.

For chemical testing, Liu only knows the theory, and the actual operation requires equipment and a place to do it.

Liu didn't think there was a trustworthy forensic doctor in the police station. It was the same to test the potassium ion concentration alone, and it was the same to find people related to chemical medicine.

Passing by the police station in the west of the city on the way, Liu remembered that after a series of efforts, the procedure for the man in the prison to be released on bail was finally going to be completed, but the follow-up resettlement issue had not yet been resolved. While waiting for the trial, Liu considered sending him to a drug rehabilitation center. How hard it is to quit drug addiction, Liu Changnian has dealt with drug trafficking criminals, and he knows it all too well.

The destination was the Affiliated Hospital of the Medical University. Liu knew a medical worker named Eguchi who was doing an internship here. Although Liu didn't think he would be very useful, he would know how to use the equipment for analyzing potassium ion concentration.

"It's rare to see Mr. Police. It's been more than four years since I saw him."

Eguchi folded his white coat and hung it on his arm, looking back and forth at Liu with a bright smile.

"I have been chatting by email, and then I have chat software but you don't even send a voice, and I found out that you haven't changed at all when we meet."

Liu couldn't help looking at Jiangkou, with a slender figure, a young and handsome face in the dim lights of the medical building, rimless glasses framed on the bridge of his straight nose, but his face was sallow, his hair was thin, his body was hunched, and he looked like he had liver failure. .

At the end, Liu asked, "How did you become like this?"

In Liu's only impression, Eguchi was a white, fat, two-hundred-jin dog boy.

"Medical monk." Eguchi Fuzuo said, "I'm practicing running. Recently, the relationship between doctors and patients is a bit tense. My personality makes it easy to escape. The department also organizes martial arts classes."

Without wasting any more time, Liu handed the two vials to Eguchi: "Please measure the concentration of potassium ions for me."

"That's not a problem." Eguchi took it over, "But can you tell me where this thing came from?"

"The water used to wash vegetables is used to estimate the pesticide content."

"Ok."

To the east of the medical building is the Cangjiang River, where Ueno drowned, and the Canglan Bridge spans it.Liu's eyes fell on this magnificent bridge, thinking about the alarming suicide rate on this bridge.

And Liu met Eguchi here.

Four or five years ago, not long after Liu lost his job, he taught himself to be a police officer.Liu will start working in a few days, just in time for another class reunion organized by the class leader.

Liu wants to go every year, because the memory of this thing is amazing, and in a flash, Liu remembered that when Xiongying was in the second grade, he went to the cafeteria without a meal card, and Aizawa helped him brush it, and then Liu forgot, Aizawa I don't care either.

Going to the class reunion should meet Aizawa, Liu wanted to go and pay back the bowl of curry udon noodles.

The result is either busy work or attempted suicide, and I go late every time.

It was too late this time, and Liu walked aimlessly to the bridge.

The night is dark, when the sky of the city is not a muddy well, the starry sky is charming.Liu didn't want to go back to her house, and she was afraid that she would fall off the railing of the bridge in a trance, and wanted to sit here for a while, so she handcuffed her wrists inside the railing with handcuffs.

Liu then sat down on the edge of the platform under the railing, with his hands on his back, ignoring the pain in his back from the handcuffs, leaning against the railing, blocking the view of passers-by.

After finishing all this, Liu's mood was not stable. The medicine was on her body, but she didn't have the intention and strength to show it. She didn't want to move or even breathe.

Through the gap in the railing, Liu looked up at the full moon and stars in the sky, inhaled slowly and exhaled slowly, gradually calming down the restlessness.

What broke Liu Anning was a heart-piercing cry.A huge group of black shadows rushed towards him. From a close distance, it could be seen that it was a young man, but he was very fat.Maybe he didn't see Liu in the shadow of the railing, so he rushed to the railing here.

Liu realized that something was wrong, the child was about to jump off the bridge.

Liu can hug his waist and restrain him gently, but it's not necessary.Leaving his body slightly, Liu raised his leg and tripped him.

The little fat man hit the railing with his face impartial, and lost one of his front teeth. Unable to hold back his grievance, he burst into tears.After taking a breath, he still hummed and got up, and continued to dance.

Liu grabbed the little fat man's hand climbing the railing with his uncuffed hand, pulled him aside with one hand, found a handcuff on the little fat man's tear-stained and bewildered face, and put him on the railing as well.Unable to copy it.

"In the future, exercise more and eat more vegetarian food."

Liu changed to a larger one and copied it.

Fortunately, this suicide sanctuary is not very open today, so a few more handcuffs may not be enough.

"What are you doing! Why don't you let me dance? You can control me if I die!"

Liu really didn't have the energy to pretend to be anxious, and it was hard to comfort the nonsense of "Don't die, the world is so beautiful", "Are you afraid of living if you are not afraid of death", "It's too selfish to die at such a young age without thinking about your family", Liu himself Don't believe this bullshit.

If he could die, Liu would actually be alive, for no reason, just alive.

Facing the little fat man's questioning, Liu gave him a reason: "How can the world be so fucked up to let you go, leaving one is one."

Where is the goodwill between people?The little fat man was about to collapse.

"My life is my decision, why do you!"

Liu took out a dagger from his body and threw it to him.

"If you really want to die, wipe your neck with a knife, or cut off your hands and jump down."

He didn't want to die that much at all, Liu could tell.

The little fat man burst into tears of grievance.

Liu was so shocked that his eardrums hurt, and he quoted Tagore to comfort him: "It is best to laugh about things in the world, and don't need to wash them with tears."

"Ooooooooooo..."

It doesn't work, it cries like a dog.

The little fat man cried unscrupulously, and all passersby paid attention to him.The most terrible thing was that he was howling in Liu's ear, the noise was extremely loud, and Liu's mania almost broke out, and he couldn't bear it anymore, so he kicked the little fat man's ass hard.

"Keep down, it's making my head hurt."

The crying stopped abruptly, and he began to sob softly. He remained silent for less than ten seconds, glanced at Liu several times, hesitated to speak, stopped to speak, and finally said something.

"I'm dumped."

"Congratulations, I'm unemployed."

"Then did any of your relatives die?" The little fat man seemed determined to be more miserable with Liu, "The dog I raised for six years died."

"My brother who played for six years died."

The miserable little fat man became kind when he learned that the other party had the same illness as himself.

"Don't be sad, the person you love dies, he will become a star in the sky, watching you forever."

"You mean the sky is full of dogs and my brother, and they're twinkling and twinkling."

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