[Comprehensive] Police Chronicle

Ms. Liu let out a long sigh, put her hands on her cheeks, and her sleeves slid down, revealing her sickly thin wrists.

"We thought about having another child and having a younger brother or sister to accompany him. But when I was pregnant with him, my heart disease worsened and I almost couldn't hold on. The heart transplant and caesarean section were done together, and finally he was born safely. The doctor said he Congenitally deficient, and I will not be able to conceive in the future."

The body is getting weaker and weaker, so Ms. Liu can only quit her job as a surgeon and become a housewife, taking care of her illness.

It was only later that I found out that the endless trivial housework was no better than a two-day major operation. At least there was a nurse anesthetist in the operating room. What do you have at home?Fridge TV?

"We have been worried about him. On the surface, we want him to get married quickly, but in fact, we hope that someone will accompany him and relieve him."

Ms. Liu looked at Aizawa.

"Actually, I thought before that if Xunya brings his other half back, I must give him a bad word and be a wicked mother-in-law, so that he will not dare to betray and bully my son."

"You are very friendly."

"What can I do?" Ms. Liu suddenly became excited, "I have waited seven or eight years, but he doesn't even have a partner."

Not only is it not scary, but it also makes me want to laugh.

"People compare their hearts with their hearts." Ms. Liu smiled first, with many wrinkles in the corners of her eyes, "You are not tolerant of others, and sooner or later they will care about your son."

Hearing this, Aizawa couldn't figure out whether he came early or late, or maybe it was just the right time.

"For so many years, you are the first and only person he brought home. Last time he brought back a dog from the side of the road." Ms. Liu spared no effort to hurt her son, "He is 28 this year, but you I also saw that he lacked a string in his brain."

Aizawa couldn't say any affectionate and sweet words, he could only truthfully say what he wanted to say.

"he's good."

"Of course, my son." Ms. Liu replied quite proudly, "The first time I saw you, I felt that although you are a little old, decadent, and look like Uncle Weird, you are generally reliable."

"..." With several arrows in his body, he kept smiling.

"Please," Ms. Liu said earnestly, "please wait for him. Forgive him."

Not to be considerate, but to forgive, thinking about this word with a subtle sense of guilt, just as Aizawa was about to answer, Liu pushed the door open and came in.

"The neighbor next door was busy trying to find a way to beat the child silently. I knocked on the door for a long time before opening it."

Liu explained the reason why he had been away for so long, but found that no one cared.

Ignoring Liu at the door, Ms. Liu sent Aizawa out the door.

"Come to play again next time, tell me what you want to eat."

Turning to see Liu, Ms. Liu carried him out the door and pushed him towards Aizawa.

"You, go see him off."

Liu is very angry.

Aizawa caught Liu, thinking that if Ms. Liu continued to assist like this, Liu would hate him.

The door closed, Liu waved Aizawa away, and stood in the cold winter night without saying a word.

Even seeing the face of Aizawa brought back by Liu, she was still calm.So although she didn't say it, she thought from the bottom of her heart that he could be with anyone, as long as there was no blood relationship.

"I'm sorry." Liu apologized to Aizawa, "I shouldn't be angry with you."

Aizawa didn't mind. He didn't have much contact with Liu when he was a student, and it was rare to see him emotionally. Aizawa thought he was very mature, at least he wouldn't get angry with his mother.

"Let's go, I'll show you a way."

Aizawa's house was a little far away, but Aizawa couldn't get anxious following Liu's slow pace.

In the dark night sky full of stars, snowflakes, not big or small, were scattered, and soon a layer of snow accumulated on the treetops on the road.

"Don't believe anything she says." Liu said suddenly.

But Aizawa thinks most of Ms. Liu's words are credible: "Did you hear that?"

In order to leave enough time for Ms. Liu, Liu called the real estate insurance company and the community property to discuss the future and career by the way.

"Guess."

"Then your brother..."

"One dead person, why?"

"..."

"I have already answered the questions you are worried about, otherwise I would not be where I am today."

There was nothing heavy in his eyes, and it was hard to imagine that the dull gray could be as clear as his eyes.

This person doesn't dwell on the past, and doesn't change easily, Aizawa who understood this stretched out his hand, and under Liu Buming's gaze, lightly placed it on his head tentatively.

A stream of headlights passed by, and a bunch of umbrella-shaped golden snowflakes flashed in the pan. Liu suddenly remembered that he was with his old classmate Zhaoying who reunited today.

The head under the stiff hand moved, Aizawa thought Liu was not used to it, and was about to let go, but it wasn't what he thought, he felt Liu's black hair slightly rubbing against his hand.

On a windless night in winter, Aizawa felt a little cold and stretched out his other hand to cover Willow's red ears exposed to the cold air.

"We need to exchange email addresses and mobile phone numbers." Liu earnestly fulfilled his basic obligations, "And your home address."

Aizawa stopped, executed them one by one, and asked by the way: "Where's your address?"

"My house blew up."

Ignoring how it exploded for now, Aizawa asked, "Then where are you going to sleep tonight?"

"I still have to go back to the police station to interrogate people and make notes. I may not be able to sleep tonight."

Aizawa thought for a moment and asked.

"Where is your police station?"

Stepping into the main hall of the police station, Aizawa felt as if he had walked into the tea room of an underfunded job station, which hadn't been cleaned for years.The heat provided by the old-fashioned radiators was a bit excessive. The few policemen who came in and out were wearing gray old coats, and their heads were covered with snowflakes and soil foam. None of them had any signs of grooming, and their eyes were bloodshot. Feel very cordial.

Liu asked his colleague on the night shift where the suspect in the bank robbery tonight was locked up, and the reply he got was that the recording process was still going on, Brother Octopus was in the hospital, Akashi was taking the report for him, and Quicksand was taken away by the superior, Kimura Then I went to go through the transfer procedures, but I don't know where to arrange for detention.

"I predicted to you that Brother Squid will not live long." Liu turned to Aizawa, "I have to write a self-criticism for the suspect's serious injury due to improper arrest."

Aizawa followed Liu and turned right into the office area, where there were less than a dozen people. The plastic partitions in each area were better than nothing. From the top, it must be densely packed like a honeycomb. The smell was the opposite. The smell of smoke overwhelmed the instant noodles and feet. Sweat.

"what do you know?"

"I later caught the man who was from the port mafia from his tattoos, and his skills came from within the system. He had the air of a veteran, and the influence was not good, not to mention the mafia's hands and eyes, and there were always leaders rushing to clean them up." Ass, we have to even out the black pot at the bottom."

After simply gathering up the stacked documents, revealing the dirty, shiny, and scratched desk surface, Liu took out a handful of things from his pocket, including handcuffs, keys, wire, fingerprint printing box and carbon pen, and he hooked his feet across his legs and I just sat down to write a report and review, and found that the pen was about to run out of oil, so I raised my buttocks and asked a colleague with a pale face and dark circles in a few work rooms for a refill.

The unshaven man raised a hand, with his index finger and thumb slightly interlaced, as a heartfelt gesture to Liu.

"You are fashionable." Liu opened his mouth and said, "Don't be a motherfucker."

Aizawa almost got to know Liu again, it was the first time he heard Liu swearing, and seeing Liu get along with people in such a rough way, familiar with the rules and become a common part of the environment, it ran counter to the Liu in his memory.

The man grinned and threw over a deformed paper box of refills.

But Aizawa also observed that after the exchange, the incompatibility in Liu's temperament loomed again, and the pair of fat-lacking single-lidded eyes were always half-closed, with a kind of calmness as if resting, and indifference as if everything was underestimated.

"Liu." Someone came over and called him, "I have a suspect, I have nothing to do with him, please help me."

Liu glanced at Aizawa.

"I'll wait for you." Aizawa said.

"The suspect you just arrested is still your friend?" The visitor glanced at Aizawa, "It was a friend who brought him to the next door to watch the interrogation."

After finishing speaking and leaving, Liu said: "There is nothing interesting about interrogating prisoners, so don't force yourself to watch it if you're not interested."

Even though he is a professional hero, Aizawa only cares about arresting, but he has never tried a prisoner, let alone Liu.

Contrary to what he imagined, Aizawa watched Liu and the prisoner sitting on each side of the room through the monitor with unclear picture quality. Liu followed the procedure and asked questions over and over again. , Liu still followed the process and listened to his nonsense. At a certain point, a point where the balance was broken, Liu grasped the key point from his off-topic words, and began to gradually delve into his past, dig out and interpret his motives, and dissect him. His personality was completely analyzed.

Liu was still writing something upright, but the prisoner was roaring and hysterical.After the collapse subsided, he explained everything and confessed everything. Liu's writing figure was as indifferent as if he was stuck, and he entered the testimony in a procedural manner.

For a moment, Aizawa felt a little pity for the prisoner, and it was all due to Liu's indifference.

It was late at night when Liu came out of the interrogation room. After finishing his report, Liu skillfully took off the blanket hanging from the back of the chair, and fell asleep on the table.

Asked Aizawa to go home before going to bed, Aizawa agreed, went out and walked along the main road where the police station was located, and turned back after half an hour.

The police station was quiet at night and the lights were not turned off. Liu fell asleep, curled up with a blanket in the pile of documents in the corner of the table, and Aizawa gently moved a chair next to him, watching him carefully under the dim light.

Half of his face is buried in the crook of his arms, his eye sockets are buried in the shadow of the lamp, his black hair is naturally curly and unruly, and the contours of his lips and nose are still youthful, but how can he hold back anyone when he is dragging people away? Like Aizawa himself, the skin cannot withstand careful consideration.

However, ignoring those irreversible external conditions, the same face that has not changed since he was a teenager, seems to have added a lot of inexplicable content in the eight years before and after.I think the same is true for myself, subtly, I don’t feel it when I look at myself in the mirror, and only when I compare it can I realize that life is passing by.

He thinks that Liu is the kind of person who is more experienced and wiser than others, who can control his own life. He speaks so slowly that people go crazy, and does things so fast that people can't keep up. Allowing myself to be demoted back to my hometown, to be reduced here, is it hard to think about it or is it hard to think about it...

Aizawa always thinks he is like a cat, with unpredictable and secretive temperament.

Four years ago in a trance, as if you just graduated, as if you met for the first time.For some reason, the few times Aizawa saw him during the years when he graduated and started working, compared to the expression between his brows and eyes in front of him now, he was closer to him when he was a student.

At that time, Liu had clear goals, was extremely aggressive, and even frighteningly persistent.

In fact, after making the threat for a while, Aizawa realized that Liu's well-known secret love was a cover-up for the whole class and even the whole grade.

The extreme statement is to use.

The most extreme thing is that Liu first dug a hole in the ground and covered it with a layer of blue paper. He started everything. Aizawa was on the exam with Xiongying, and accidentally fell into the hole with his foot. As a result, Liu was outside the hole and said "This hole is not for catching you", and without giving a ladder, he left without looking back.

Now Liu is still turning around.

Aizawa has always advocated rationality, but he couldn't help but ideally believe that with this present, he can expect more.

Expecting Liu to go back and fall into the hole too, and then Aizawa tells him that the hole is for catching you.