visitor on iceberg

"You chose to be a prosecutor because you admired him?" Zhao Yue was a little puzzled, "Why not a policeman?"

"I became a prosecutor not because I admired him, but because of what happened afterwards."

Being busy is not necessarily a reason for neglecting care, because Zhang Shiqiao, who is also busy, is more like a qualified guardian than Zhong Ling's mother.Sometimes at night when it is rare to get off work on time, Zhang Shiqiao leans on the sofa to watch TV after eating, and Zhong Ling buryes himself in his homework. Zhang Shiqiao is usually so tired that he often falls asleep in a short while. He would think that the way he snored with his mouth open was silly, but the ups and downs of snoring sounded very comfortable, making Zhong Ling feel that he was being accompanied.

Once Zhong Ling finished his homework and saw a booklet attached to a DVD on the messy coffee table. He opened it and found that it was densely packed with English lyrics that he could not understand. Fortunately, there were Chinese lyrics beside it. Then I found the lyrics of my favorite song "Smooth Criminal". The song described a murder case. Zhong Ling glanced at the last line of the lyrics:

You were killed instantly.

Zhong Ling frowned, feeling a little uncomfortable. It turned out that the song he liked so much actually told a cold and cruel story.

Zhang Shiqiao woke up at this time, yawned, and asked, "Have you finished your homework?"

Zhong Ling turned around, "Yes."

Zhang Shiqiao rubbed his eyes, took the remote control and tuned the TV to the evening news channel. This program usually broadcasts some local people's livelihood news, but today it took a long time to report a robbery and homicide case in a neighboring city. The murderer has not been arrested so far. Photos of the suspect were released on the show. The hostess reminded the public with a serious face to take precautions at home, and told the public that the suspect is likely to flee to the city. If you have clues related to the suspect, please be sure to contact the police.

After watching the news, Zhang Shiqiao said: "Our office has also received a warrant. You should be careful during this time, and don't run around outside after school. This kind of desperado doesn't care if he kills another one. Anyway, he doesn't care It's death, it would be a big loss to be dragged by him as a backing."

Zhong Ling responded casually, "Oh."

Seeing that he didn't care about it, Zhang Shiqiao kicked his butt lightly with some dissatisfaction, "You have some snacks, this kind of thing is not a joke."

Zhong Ling had no choice but to say again: "I will be careful."

It was already May of the second year, and Zhong Ling was about to graduate from elementary school. Zhang Shiqiao took the remote control to switch channels at will, and asked, "Are you going to middle school in the second half of the year?"

Zhong Ling nodded, "Yes."

"You have such good grades, have you ever thought about what you want to do in the future?"

Zhong Ling usually listened to Zhang Shiqiao's case-handling stories a lot, and only thought he was majestic and handsome, so he thought for a while and said, "Go to the police."

Zhang Shiqiao lifted his spirits and asked, "Why?"

"Handsome, and can hold a gun."

Although he thought it was childish, Zhang Shiqiao was still very happy and asked, "Just to be handsome?"

"It can also catch bad guys."

Zhang Shiqiao chuckled twice, "It's a good idea, but I don't want you to be a policeman too."

"Why?" Zhong Ling looked back at him.

Zhang Shiqiao said with a smile: "Our job is not only dangerous, but also very hard. There is no time to eat or sleep all day long. If one day you die on duty, you may die from overwork. You should study hard and get into a good university in the future. Find a job that sits in an office and live the rest of your life in peace."

Zhong Ling listened to the advice of the person who came here, weighed it up, and felt that the police seemed to be a bad choice, but she was still a little bit reconciled, "But you can't be a hero like that."

Zhang Shiqiao smiled, "There are not many heroes in the world, but there are many villains. The reason why we can live in a peaceful and stable environment is not only because of the merits of those few heroes, but also because many people are willing to put Take it as your responsibility to stick to justice. Heroes rush to the front, while ordinary people stand behind, they are the wall that cannot be overturned or knocked down." He rubbed Zhong Ling's head, "Even if you are just an ordinary person , your sense of justice is also very precious."

Zhong Ling had only seen the brilliance and tragedy of a hero before, and this was the first time he heard such a statement. He asked, "Brother Qiao, what about you?"

"I am also an ordinary person, but my responsibility is greater than all of you." He leaned back on the sofa and smiled, "I don't want to be a hero. Look at those people who are called heroes, how many of them are Alive?"

By the end of May, the long summer in L City had already begun. Zhang Shiqiao was rarely free on the weekends, lying lazily on the sofa and not wanting to move. Zhong Ling asked him, "Brother Qiao, why don't you spend time with your girlfriend when you are free?"

"Ah." Zhang Shiqiao suddenly remembered this, and buried his face in the pillow, "Why do you still remember this?"

Zhong Lingruo realized something, "Did she dump you?"

"Sigh." Zhang Shiqiao turned over, "To tell you the truth, I don't have a girlfriend at all. I like her, but she doesn't like me at all."

Zhong Ling sympathized with the older bachelor in front of him, but what he cared more was that Zhang Shiqiao lied to him, "So you lied to me."

"It's not that I sincerely want to lie to you, it's just that I said so quickly at the time."

"You said you wanted to treat me to ice cream, but you haven't invited me yet."

Zhang Shiqiao scratched his hair, "I'm not lying to you, I just forgot."

Zhong Ling didn't speak, but looked at him suspiciously.

Zhang Shiqiao thought that the child's eyes were really frightening, so he jumped up from the sofa and put his arm on Zhong Ling's shoulder, "Come on, let's go buy ice cream to relieve the heat, so that you don't feel that adults are talking too much." .”

The nearby grocery store was closed, and the two had to walk further afield.The sun was hot outside, and Zhong Ling was so hot that his forehead was covered with sweat, he said: "Otherwise forget it, I won't eat."

Zhang Shiqiao refused, "Eat it, you must eat it! It's been more than half a year. Hey, what's your favorite flavor?"

Zhong Ling covered the direct sunlight with his hands, "Chocolate."

"Then I'll buy a few more chocolate ice creams, and I'll take them home and put them in the refrigerator for you."

The two finally walked to the nearest supermarket. Zhang Shiqiao really bought a lot of ice cream as he said before. Zhong Ling took one and ate it with a spoon, and put the rest into plastic bags.Zhang Shiqiao walked out of the supermarket and said, "Go back quickly, or the ice cream will melt."

Just after leaving the door of the supermarket, a figure walked by Zhang Shiqiao. The man was wearing a baseball cap and lowered his head, but he was still wearing a long-sleeved T-shirt in the summer. With years of experience accumulated in criminal investigation work, he was vigilantly aware that there seemed to be some problems with this person. He took another look at that person and found that he looked familiar. Zhang Shiqiao quickly searched in his mind and immediately confirmed the person's identity. He is the fugitive wanted in the robbery and murder case in the neighboring city!

Zhang Shiqiao remembered that there was a description of this person's physical characteristics in the arrest warrant. He was 33 years old and about 1.7 meters tall. There was not only the victim's blood at the scene of the crime. It is speculated that the murderer was injured when the victim resisted, and this person was in such a He was still wearing a long-sleeved shirt in the weather, presumably to hide the wound on his arm.

Zhang Shiqiao grabbed the man's arm, "Stop!"

The man was obviously panicked, "What are you doing, let go!"

Zhong Ling followed Zhang Shiqiao, not knowing what happened, but suddenly felt a burst of tension, he called, "Brother Qiao?"

Zhang Shiqiao stuffed the plastic bag containing ice cream into Zhong Ling's arms, and pushed him aside vigorously. Zhong Ling was pushed outside the store door. The sudden exposure to the sun made him unable to open his eyes. He could only hear the physical struggle and surroundings. He staggered a few steps to stabilize his body, and looked towards Zhang Shiqiao again, only to see Zhang Shiqiao strangled the man's neck with one elbow from behind, and fixed his right hand with the other. , Seeing that the man had been restrained, Zhang Shiqiao shouted at the people around him, "Call the police!"

It was at this moment that the man took out an ordinary stationery knife from his pocket with his left hand, pushed out the blade with his thumb, and swiped back hopelessly, trying to hit Zhang Shiqiao's vitals.

Zhong Ling saw the direction of the knife clearly from a few meters away, and he shouted in horror: "Brother Qiao, be careful!" In that thousandth of a second, a sentence Zhang Shiqiao once said flashed through his mind—— — This kind of desperado kills one and doesn't care about killing another.

The knife pierced Zhang Shiqiao's throat, blood spewed out, and Zhang Shiqiao's front was dyed crimson—fiery, tragic and domineering, that is the color of a hero, and it is the end of Zhang Shiqiao's half-life enthusiasm.

Several young people immediately came up to restrain the man, and the onlookers rioted, screaming and cursing interlaced, and some calmly took out their mobile phones to call an ambulance and call the police.

Only the red patch was left in front of Zhong Ling's eyes. Standing under the scorching sun, he felt cold all over.

The ice cream and plastic bag in his hand fell to the ground, and he rushed towards Zhang Shiqiao, his expression twisted and he couldn't make a sound. He never cried, and he didn't realize that he was crying unconsciously at this time.Zhang Shiqiao fell to the ground with blood all over his mouth and neck. He wanted to say something to Zhong Ling, but he could only make an indistinct grunt. Zhong Ling shed tears.

Zhong Ling held his hand and pressed it to her face, crying loudly and calling him, "Brother Qiao!"

Zhang Shiqiao's eyes gradually lost focus, and his consciousness gradually became blurred, but his blood was inexhaustible, staining his body and flowing all over the ground.

Zhang Shiqiao’s heartbeat had already stopped in the ambulance, and the first aid after arriving at the hospital was useless. The doctor looked at Zhong Ling who was curled up on the bench with tears on his face, and finally said, “Son, your father has passed away. Get in touch with your family as soon as possible."

Zhong Ling didn't know the contact information of Zhang Shiqiao's relatives. In the end, the people who were present at the time called the police. When the police officers confirmed the identity of the deceased, they found that Zhang Shiqiao was a policeman from the South Station Police Station, and thus contacted his parents.

Zhang Shiqiao’s memorial service was very grand. At that time, various media were reporting his heroic deeds. The provincial TV station even made a documentary for him, but of course there was no Zhong Ling in this documentary, and no one even knew about Zhang Shiqiao. The story that happened between him and the child opposite him.

When Zhang Shiqiao's parents were packing up his belongings, Zhong Ling asked them for a poster on the wall as a souvenir and pasted it in his room.

The reports and heated discussions about Zhang Shiqiao gradually subsided. A few months later, Zhong Ling entered middle school.After many years, people no longer remember the heroic little policeman, and Zhong Ling only occasionally thought of the hero in his childhood memories when he was listening to Michael Jackson's songs.

Until one day, he heard the news of Michael Jackson's death.

Even Michael died, Zhong Ling thought, then Brother Qiao was really dead.

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