"Name" After drying Tang Ling for twenty minutes, the policeman who made the record for Tang Ling finally interrogated.
Zhang Shengjun explained to him that he tried to hold Tang Ling as much as possible first, and anyway, he had a few days to interrogate him.
"Tang Ling" This policeman is in his forties, and he looks like an old fritter, and after he wrote Tang Ling's name on the paper, he looked up at him and asked again.
"Gender" "Female" The old fritter frowned, and he threw his pen and said, "I warn you, this place is very serious, it's better to be honest with me" Tang Ling was not afraid at all, he stared at the old fritter for a few seconds, and then said with a smile, "Take advantage of the current accumulation of virtue, you may still be saved" "If you talk nonsense again, don't blame me for being unkind" The old fritter was furious.
"You were stabbed under the left chest with a dagger, almost hurting the heart, after the operation, there will be a dull pain in the left chest, you have been hit by a heavy weapon on the spine of your back, you can't sit down for more than half an hour every day, otherwise the whole back will have a tingling feeling" "Of course, the main thing is that you can't have children, so you're in your forties and don't even have a descendant" bang The old fritter slapped the table suddenly, and the whole person stood up quickly, his eyes were like murder, and he stared at Tang Ling deadly He didn't know how Tang Ling knew these things, but when Tang Ling said that he couldn't give birth to a child, he was very angry, but he felt a chill behind his back Especially the injury to his spine, which only the old people in the police force knew, and now they have all been transferred to other places, and only his wife knows about it at home.
Tang Ling, a person who was a complete stranger to him, revealed all the secrets on him in one word "You, how the hell do you know" Cold sweat broke out on the old fritters' forehead, and a trace of fear rose in his heart for no reason.
Tang Ling looked at him and became serious, "From your injuries, I can see that you were a good policeman when you were young, and because of physical reasons, you may no longer be able to rush to the front line, which may cause you to be depressed, but you help someone like Zhang Shengjun, it is inevitable that you will be a little insulted by this uniform."
He just opened the eyes of heaven and Shun Ear through the enchanter, and completely discovered the plan of Zhang Shengjun and Zhang Shengjie, obviously from Zhang Shengjun's words, he must have done a lot of dirty things over the years as a policeman.
The righteous words before were quite exemplary police law enforcement methods, but they can really confuse the eyes of others When the old fritter heard Tang Ling's words, he was silent, he sat down slowly, looked at the police badge on his chest with some guilt, and recalled the enthusiasm for serving the country when he was young, and he was angry again.
"What can I do, I fought so much for the country, what did I get in the end" "Nothing, here, here I was stabbed with a knife by a drug dealer, and I desperately grabbed him for a first-class skill," the old fritter pointed to his left chest.
"The police force paid for my surgery and medical expenses, but I paid for the follow-up recuperation."
"Here I was bitten by an AIDS person who was a drug dealer, and I stayed in the hospital for a week to do a laboratory check to make sure I didn't get AIDS, and then I was discharged" "But that week, I even thought about the rest of my life" "And here, here, here, here" The old fritter was about to finger himself all over his body, and it was full of injuries He looked excited, his neck flushed, "These are the medals of Lao Tzu's youth, but what's the use" "Can it eat, can it feed my wife, can it save my parents?"
"My dad had stomach cancer, he had no money, and my mother had a heart attack that hurt to death, and she died without money" "I have made so many contributions, two or three thousand yuan a month, and in the end I can't even take care of my family, what do I want?"
"When I was young, I fought hard, I was worthy of this uniform, but I'm old, I have to support my wife, what's wrong with secretly living at least I'm here with Zhang Shengjun, I can still live, I can still wear this police uniform, and I can feel like a policeman" "I don't want to go to logistics, I don't want to be old and can only look at others wearing this dress with envy" The old fritter cried, crying silently, it was a heart-rending pain, and the pain was so painful that he couldn't bear it anymore, so he chose numbness and sinking "I've helped the country so much, why doesn't the country come to help me?"
Tang Ling's mood was a little heavy, he didn't expect that there would be so many stories on this old fritter, he thought that he was willing to go along with Zhang Shengjun, but he didn't expect that he was forced to have no way back by life.
Living in the world, there will always be all kinds of suffering, and all we can do is to seek some happiness in suffering.
But some people don't have that mood anymore "I can cure your illness, but I want to ask you one thing, if you have a healthy body, are you willing to go along with someone like Zhang Shengjun?"
Tang Ling could see that the hardships of these years had worn away the sense of justice that this old fritter had when he was young It's already difficult to get back to that time But Tang Ling understands that the police are also human beings, and the police also have seven emotions and six desires, and they also have their own lives If you consider them as saints, then who in this world will be a policeman He wants to give this old fritter a chance, but whether he can grasp it or not depends on himself "Really" the old fritter seemed to see a glimmer of hope The sickness on his body was tormenting him every day, and his body in his forties, his head was already full of gray hair, and his body that could not stand upright had already had a slight rickets If he doesn't wear this police uniform now, he will be the image of a bad old man "Even if it's fake, how bad can you be," Tang Ling said.
The old fritter was silent, he glanced at Tang Ling, and then looked at the uniform on his body, and his thoughts gradually drifted to his childhood "Don't bully my dad" "Flash aside, your chicken Lao Tzu has already seen it, and you dare to hinder Lao Tzu, get out" An old man and a young man were beaten by two young men, and the only hen in the house was also snatched away.
The boy sobbed and cursed angrily.
"Dad, I'm going to beat these bastards to death when I grow up" "Baby, this can't be helped, it's a crime" "Then let them bully" "I really can't get by, let's call the police" "The police can kill them" "Of course not, but you can put them in jail" "Then I must be a policeman when I grow up" The old fritter came back to his senses, and he didn't know how long it was, he slowly raised his head, with the longing smile on his face that he had for the police as a child.
"I won't go along with Zhang Shengjun" "After thinking about it, if you dare to repent, I have a way to cure it, and there is a way to let you continue to suffer," Tang Ling said.
The old fritter shook his head slightly, and his left hand clenched his fist and hammered the police badge on his chest heavily.
"I am the police people's police" Some readers reminded me not to touch mines But to be honest, I never thought of discrediting the image of the police profession, I firmly believe that the police profession must represent justice, but some people are not worthy of this profession oo: