West Kowloon Police District, inside the police station.

As a witness, Song Yingsheng was invited by the police to come over to "drink tea".

The person in charge of recording him was a little girl, about her twenties, and two men stood behind her, wearing police uniforms.

This situation inexplicably made Song Yingsheng feel that he was the prisoner, the one being interrogated.

Feeling such an atmosphere, the little girl in the police uniform smiled, as if she wanted Song Yingsheng to relax, "Hello, Mr. Song Yingsheng, don't be afraid, we are just here to ask you to repeat the situation at that time."

"Then can I have a cup of tea first? Coffee is OK?" Song Yingsheng made a request inexplicably.

Several policemen smiled immediately, and someone immediately handed him a cup of coffee, which was like a lot of sugar.

Song Yingsheng took a sip, let out a breath, and then began to talk about the whole story of the incident.

In fact, he is not playing big names, and he dares not play in front of the police comrades, but because his coke effect is gone, he is sleepy for a while, and he can only rely on caffeine to boost his spirits.

After a little more energetic, he immediately said, revealing how he and Bi Xing communicated with "eye" and how they used disinfectant spray to knock down Mr. C.

"You mean, did you spray him with this spray?" The girl in the police uniform in charge of the record looked at the bottle of transparent liquid and felt suspicious.

"Yes, he said he was squirted, so I could take his gun."

The pen that recorded the "..." was a little hesitant, but she still recorded the matter.

After all, she felt that Song Yingsheng was unlikely to lie when there were so many witnesses on the scene.

Then, Song Yingsheng told the story later, saying how Bi Xing defeated Mr. B and what Mr. A did.

"After you saw the suspect take out the grenade, you immediately raised your gun and shot him?" The police girl was a little surprised when she heard it. "Comrade Song Yingsheng, I don't doubt you, but why do you know how to operate the gun?"

"Well... I haven't ridden a horse, but I have seen horses run." Song Yingsheng covered it up a little, "You know, we have grown up playing shooting games since we were young, and we probably know how to pull the trigger."

"Also, I just gritted my teeth and fired a shot at that time. I never thought of success. This should be considered as self-defense, right?"

"It must be counted." The female police officer seemed to believe Song Yingsheng's answer, smiled and looked admiring, "In that case, it is already rare that you still have the courage to resist and shoot."

She patted Song Yingsheng on the shoulder and recorded the last information, so she asked Song Yingsheng to leave. At the same time, she finally said that he might be asked to go to court as a witness to accuse the suspect and thank him again for his dedication.

The straight etiquette was performed by three policemen to Song Yingsheng. Song Yingsheng couldn't help but smile and gave him a not-so-standard etiquette. He felt that maybe it was worth it to stand up.

Outside the door, he saw Yun Hu'an. Zhang Jiqing seemed to have been picked up by his father, and Yun Hu'an, also one of the witnesses, was recorded by the police.

All this evidence will become a confession sent to court, allowing Mr. A and others to bear legal sanctions.

Thinking of this, Song Yingsheng happily touched Yun Hu'an's hair. The girl didn't resist much and asked him to touch it happily.

But at this moment, he suddenly heard a cough, and Song Yingsheng quickly picked up a cough and took away the hand placed on the girl's head.

It turned out that the one who made the cough just now was Yun Hu'an's father. He lowered his head slightly, showed a complicated look, and said nothing.

Next to him was Yun Hu'an's mother. She hurried over, hugged her daughter, touched her, and asked in various ways, "Xiao Huan, is it okay?", "Is it okay?"

Xiao Huan is Yun Hu'an's nickname, because Huan is Hu'an.

"Mom, I'm fine, Brother Ying Sheng has protected me." Yun Hu'an, who was touched, looked at his mother's eyes and said this as if comforting.

"That's good! Thank you Xiao Yingsheng." The mother showed a comforting look, looked at Song Yingsheng, patted him on the shoulder, as if grateful to him for protecting his daughter.

"It's okay...this is what I deserve." Song Yingsheng could barely keep his emotions in front of Yun Hu'an, but for some reason, when he saw his two uncles and aunts, he felt inexplicably embarrassed and even nervous.

There was also Yun Hu'an's father. He didn't say anything at first, but when he heard Yun Hu'an telling how Song Yingsheng protected her, he still came over and patted Song Yingsheng on the shoulder and said:

"Thank you, boy."

"It's just a matter of raising hands..." Song Yingsheng was a little nervous and responded quite mechanically.

He was so nervous that he was stuttering, he just wanted to escape from here quickly.

But after waiting for a while, Yun Hu'an's mother suddenly suggested, should she have dinner together?

There are only four of them, yes, only those four.

Song Yingsheng was shocked, but Yun Huan seemed to mind at all, and even called Brother Yingsheng, Brother Yingsheng.

Fortunately, Yun's father saw Song Yingsheng's difficulties and said, "Xiao Huan's mother, don't bother Yingsheng. After he experienced those things, he must have some psychological pressure. Let him take a good rest first."

"That's right, then Xiao Yingsheng, you have a rest first." Mica nodded and did not force a request.

Only Yun Huan was a little disappointed, but for only a moment, he soon smiled and waved to Song Yingsheng before leaving, saying, "See you tomorrow."

"Well, see you tomorrow." Song Yingsheng looked at the waving figure and quickly responded with a smile.

Then, he couldn't help but breathe a sigh of relief. He still felt that this scene was so awkward.

Forget it, now is the time to relax. He is not stingy today. He called Didi, sent himself home, took a shower, and then fell asleep to death.

The moment I woke up again was August 3, 2020.

He looked at the phone and found that it was around 6 o'clock in the morning. In the past, he should have been studying in the morning.

But today seems a little different because he found that his WeChat suddenly had a lot of information and a large number of missed calls.

"Damn it, it's my mother!" Song Yingsheng, who looked at the record a little, was so scared that he quickly called back.

In a few seconds, she received a response from the old mother. It turned out that she had heard of her son and had encountered a "gun battle"! Naturally, she was so scared that she called him quickly.

"You! Why haven't you replied to me? If Yun Hu'an's mother hadn't called me, I wouldn't know what happened, and I thought something happened to you!"

"Ah, sorry, I fell asleep." Song Yingsheng didn't make any excuses, and actually felt grateful for his mother's concern, "I'm fine, don't worry about me."

"That's good, that's good, do you still need living expenses?" After knowing that Song Yingsheng was completely fine, his mother asked again.

"Enough is enough, I have money." Song Yingsheng said that he didn't need it.

"Ah, really? You have money. Didn't it all I give it to? You'd better give it to me. You've grown up and experienced so much. You need money to talk to your girlfriend, and you need money to eat and stay." Song's mother suddenly hinted something.

"But I still don't need it, and I don't have a girlfriend, either." Song Yingsheng said immediately.

"Oh, I'm talking a lot of nonsense. Just take it for you. What's more, you don't have it now, and you will have it in the future." Song's mother ignored Song Yingsheng's statement.

In this way, Song Yingsheng, who was inexplicably concerned, actually got 10,000 yuan in living expenses, saying that he would buy a laptop when he went to college in the future.

Then Song Yingsheng naturally accepted it with a smile. Unexpectedly, he went to the museum and there were so many things.

But in the end, these are actually good things.
Chapter completed!