one punch

The days that I thought I couldn’t get out of, now I can’t go back——Haruki Murakami

"It's going to rain again." The plainclothes policeman sitting in the back seat of the black car looked at the increasingly gloomy sky outside the window and clicked his tongue slightly dissatisfied.

The man in the driver's seat was silent while smoking a cigarette, glanced at the watch in his hand, and lowered the car window by a thin slit three fingers wide.

The residual heat of summer has not yet dissipated, and the hot and humid air seems to be desperately trying to squeeze into this cramped space.

The top of the head was shrouded in layers of dark clouds, and the blackness stretched all the way to the north, and the end could not be seen at a glance.

During the day, the arrogant arrogance of the sun will be blocked by the dark clouds so that no more light can be seen, making the whole town look lifeless.

It was clearly only past four o'clock, but the sky was as dark as night.

The man in the driver's seat finished smoking his cigarette, and casually threw the butt of the cigarette into a rice bowl porridge jar that was about to bottom out. He turned his head and looked at the man in the back seat, "Are you sure he will come?"

"Sure, sure, sure!" A fat man who was also sitting in the back seat nodded frantically, "Officer Wang, I am very sure that Guangmao's son will only be in the senior class this year, and someone needs to pick him up. Every day at four o'clock in the afternoon, this meeting should be almost the same."

The police officer in the driver's seat didn't speak anymore, his eyes were fixed on the school gate like an eagle, and he refused to let any suspicious person go.

This meeting has passed the rush hour for the kindergarten, and a large number of parents have held their children's hands. If Dou Guangmao wanted to pick up the children, he should have arrived long ago.

According to the information provided by several witnesses, this Dou Guangmao is 1.8 meters [-] tall. He is tall, strong and bald. , not to mention that there is an accomplice of Dou Guangmao behind to help identify people, so I shouldn't miss it.

Could it be that he is hiding and not ready to pick up the children?

"Comrade police officer, if you catch Guangmao soon, can you not say that I said it? I'm afraid he will beat me, and I will go out in the future, and I am also afraid of him..." the fat man said.

"Don't worry, we know what to say and what not to say," said the police officer sitting beside him.

"Then I've told you so many things, is it considered meritorious service? My son is still in primary school, and my daughter-in-law is blind. I can't live without me at home..."

"Now I know I regret it? What were you doing when you hit someone!"

"I do not have……"

"We are not the ones who sentenced you, and it is useless for you to tell us."

"Then what do you mean? I'm not going to be sentenced, am I?" As soon as the fat man saw the eyes of the policeman in the driver's seat, the decibel immediately weakened.

"The sentence is pronounced by the court after the public prosecution. It has nothing to do with us. However, your confession can allow the judge to reduce your sentence appropriately. If you disagree, you can apply for a second instance." Officer Dai explained impatiently to the illiterate and legally illiterate .

The fat man continued to argue and intercede for himself regardless of the three sevens and twenty ones, "I said it all, we are really not going to kill people, or we are going to remind that coward so that he can pay back the money earlier, who knew he took drugs..."

"Shut up!" Police officer Wang in the driver's seat suddenly turned serious, pointing to a shady bald man next to the small shop outside the school gate and said, "Is it that kid!"

The fat man shrugged his shoulders in shock at his menacing tone, narrowed his eyes and looked in the direction of his fingers, and after a few seconds he howled excitedly, "It's him, it's him!"

Police officer Wang had already observed the surrounding terrain and winked at his colleagues. The two policemen got off the car from both sides and approached behind Dou Guangmao calmly, trying to block people directly into the dead end next to the small shop. .

Unexpectedly, Dou Guangmao was extremely vigilant, and immediately accelerated his pace after the two got out of the car.

Officer Wang secretly thought something was wrong, there were still some parents and kindergarten children passing by the school gate, and this Dou Guangmao was a gangster with bad conduct, so he might do something extreme if he rushed over so hastily.

Seeing that the distance between him and Dou Guangmao gradually narrowed to about five or six meters, Officer Dai's heart was beating wildly.

He's like a cat that's been at the mouth of a rat hole for a long time, and can't wait to attack—preferably before a storm hits.

He tensed up the muscles and nerves of his whole body, ready to wait for an opportunity, and directly captured the person to the ground.

A gust of bleak autumn wind blew past the ears of the three of them at the same time, and rolled up a translucent vest bag on the ground. Officer Dai didn't pay attention, and stepped on it in a daze.

Dou Guangmao frowned, clenched his fists, and ran away. The speed was like a sharp arrow leaving the bow, pushing away two passers-by in front of him.

"stop!"

"Don't run!"

The rough orders of the policemen and the panicked shouts of passers-by were completely intertwined and fused together, playing a hasty and passionate piece of music, which made the lifeless street boil instantly. The goose-like form stretched its neck and stopped to watch, but it didn't dare to get too close.

Dou Guangmao violently pushed away a sweet potato cart parked on the side of the road. The roasted sweet potatoes and charcoal fire rolled all over the ground in an instant. The weird shape stuck to the concrete floor.

The old woman who was pushing the cart screamed in fright, and, ignoring her distress, she yelled at the instigator, "Damn, you son of a bitch! You're going to die!"

It was too late to talk, but she was cursing, bent down and picked up a big half-baked sweet potato on the ground, and threw it at Dou Guangmao's back with her hand raised.

The big sweet potato thrown by the old lady was as big as half a human face. Not long after it was pushed into the charcoal stove, it was still in a hard state. The big sweet potato drew a swift and beautiful parabola in the air, accurately and accurately It hit Dou Guangmao on the back of the head.

Dou Guangmao was hit stiffly, staggered suddenly, his eyes went black, but he ran desperately, as if he was being chased by two male lions that wanted to eat people.

The uncle in the small shop was moved when he heard the sound, walked to the door and poked his head, and found that there were many people on the other side of the road watching, and asked with a cracked black tooth: "What's the situation? This is a fight?"

"I don't know, I just saw two men rushing over." The auntie in the stationery store next door also stretched her neck to look out. If it weren't for the fact that there were still a few children picking stationery in the store, she would have rushed to the road. Go up and join in the fun.

"Hey! It's fighting! It's fighting!" The uncle of the small shop ran out happily.

The small classroom of the kindergarten is brightly lit, and the little boy sitting in the corner is still concentrating on playing with colorful snowflakes. Sometimes they are assembled into beautiful bracelets and hung on their wrists, and sometimes they are built into small houses and erected on the table.

There seemed to be an invisible and intangible transparent barrier around him, which isolated him from all the noise and sorrow.

He was only focused on fiddling with the snow flakes in his hands, unaware that all the other children in the classroom had left.

The preschool teacher behind the podium folded a bunch of small paper cranes for classroom decoration, looked up at the boy, and sighed helplessly.

Since the beginning of school, he is the last one to stay in the classroom almost every day.

She put down the paper crane and walked over, said softly: "Dou Tianxiao, who will pick you up from school today?"

Dou Tianxiao was stunned, and put down the snowflake in her hand, "My father."

The teacher glanced at the gloomy sky outside the window, "Why don't teachers send you back first, if you see your father on the way, you can follow him home, okay?"

The child with a bigger fart naturally wouldn't refute the teacher's words. He reluctantly put away the snowflakes on the table and put them back in their original place.

The preschool teacher took out the umbrella and the key from the drawer, and after locking the classroom door, she freed one right hand to hold Dou Tianxiao'er's soft little paw.

The sky above the head seemed to be splashed with dark ink, a large black area.The clouds smudged with black continued to spread around, treacherous and gloomy, like a giant beast with teeth and claws.

This is the sign before the rainstorm.

The teacher quickened the pace on his feet.

"Let me go! I didn't do anything wrong! Why do you arrest me!" Dou Guangmao widened his eyes, turned his head in a strange posture, and roared angrily.

At this moment, he was pushed down to the ground, his hands clasped behind his waist, and the kneecaps of his thighs were also pressed tightly against him, making him unable to move. The right cheek was constantly scraping against the rough concrete floor, leaving The next layer of dusty dust and two bloodstains.

A white light suddenly fell from the sky, splitting the turbulent clouds into two, and instantly illuminated the drowsy land. Almost in the same second, deafening thunder exploded in everyone's ears.

"Boom!—"

Dou Tianxiao, who was standing at the school gate, was startled, turned around and threw himself into the teacher's arms, and the teacher also covered his ears reflexively, "Don't be afraid, don't be afraid."

Not far away, Police Officer Wang's voice was like a bell, "Nothing wrong! Why are you running if you didn't do anything wrong!"

Officer Dai took out the handcuffs and cuffed his hands behind his back, "How dare you use a knife! Do you know that the knife you just slashed is enough to put you in prison for several years!"

Dou Guangmao's eyes were wide open, panting heavily, like a crazy wild dog, wanting to bite and revenge, but unfortunately the wild dog's leg was broken, so it couldn't make any resistance.

Police officer Wang bit the shoulder of his shirt, and with his right hand pulled hard, he tore off a sleeve of the shirt, wrapped it around his bleeding left arm, and stared at the people on the ground with a gloomy face.

"Get up!" Dai Li lifted Dou Guangmao's collar vigorously, pulled him up from the ground, looked at the team leader's arm when he turned around, and asked with concern, "Is the arm okay?"

"It's okay," Police Officer Wang responded in a low voice, looked at Dou Guangmao, with a contemptuous smile on the corner of his mouth, "Take me back."

Like everyone else, Dou Tianxiao stared at the bald head lying on the ground with curious and timid eyes.

When the bald head was picked up by someone, he was stunned for a second, and cried "Wow" in a way that caught people off guard.

"Dad!——" He let go of the teacher's fingers, and rushed across the road towards Dad, and the teacher quickly followed.

Dou Guangmao never thought that this scene could be seen by his son with his own eyes, and his expression immediately became flustered. He was at a loss for a moment, and when he wanted to hug his son, he suddenly realized that his hands were handcuffed behind his back and he could not move at all. , could only look down at his snotty little round face, and let him rub his snot and tears on his trouser legs.

"Don't cry, son of a bitch." He frowned helplessly.

Dai Li opened the side door and pushed Dou Guangmao behind, "Get in the car!"

"What are you going to do!" Dou Tianxiao hated the two big men guarding his father with what he thought was the fiercest gaze, but unfortunately, his nose was almost dripping from his mouth.

The preschool teacher had obviously recognized the identities of these two, and hurriedly apologized for the children, "I'm sorry, Comrade Police, this is his son. May I ask what's going on?"

"He is now suspected of a case of intentional homicide, and we will take him back to the bureau for interrogation and investigation." Dai Li explained.

"I didn't kill people! I didn't kill people!" Dou Guangmao turned his head and shouted.

Dai Li clasped the back of his neck and pressed down hard, pushing the back seat.

Police officer Wang took out his ID, squatted on the bed and looked at Dou Tianxiao at the same level, "Little friend, we are the police, and now I want to borrow your father to do us a favor, okay?"

Dou Tianxiao's guarded eyes turned into admiration almost instantly, and he nodded vigorously.

The bean-sized raindrops fell on people's heads like machine guns, and the neighbors and businesses who joined the fun scattered like birds and beasts, and ran back to the eaves of the surrounding shops to hide from the rain, shouting as they ran, "It's raining, It's raining..."

When Dou Guangmao saw Li Hou, who was also handcuffed in the car, his face turned ashen, and he turned to the teacher with a begging look, "Teacher, please help me to send the child home."

"Okay, okay..." The teacher, who didn't know why, nodded again and again, while at a loss what to do, he put his arms around Dou Tianxiao's thin shoulders, and held up the umbrella with one hand.

The boy who was not tall enough for the teacher's thigh was staring blankly at the rear of the black car, but he couldn't see his father's face clearly.

Watch it shrink little by little in the torrential rain, become blurred, and finally drive out of your field of vision.

The crushed sweet potatoes on the road were still steaming sweetly.

Dou Tianxiao's deepest impression of his father stays in the sweet evening when he was young in the midst of war and chaos.

It was not until many years later that he realized that right and wrong, fairness and fairness in this world are not up to him alone.

He is not the center of the universe, and neither is Dad.

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