The framed part in this chapter is Feng Bujue’s complaints.
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The night is like a giant beast, swallowing up this city full of Gothic atmosphere.
The cold raindrops hit the puddles on the ground like sharp arrows, and the air is filled with a unique atmosphere of the metropolis - **.
[Hey, hey...what happened? Did you send the wrong manuscript? What's going on with this beginning?]
My name is Scofield, Greg Scofield, a member of the Lane City Major Crime Squad.
[I said...are you planning to rewrite the book with Detective Scofield as the protagonist? Is it going to be from a first-person perspective...]
Driving through this night city is like sailing on a river of sin. This is a depraved place, and every brick on the wall and every inch of soil on the ground are stained with the blood of innocents.
Robbery, fighting, killing...the beasts and devils in human skin are running rampant, leaving kind and decent people immersed in an eternal night of sorrow and pain.
This is a war that will never end, and I am a soldier on the front line. My duty is to defend the boundaries of the law and wait for the arrival of every dawn.
[Does this have anything to do with this case... I guess the author has given up on life... So I say that people who write whatever they want should not set thirty-three chapters in advance!
Make it difficult for yourself!]
I can't remember how many times this was the first time I drove alone on patrol.
Since the death of my partner, I have been able to see, hear, and feel...those dangerous existences. An intuition of predicting danger flows in my blood and is attached to my back.
So, when I drove down Seventh Street and saw that teenage boy standing in the middle of the road, looking at my headlights with a dull look on his face, I knew it was a trap.
I broke a deal with a certain gang not long ago, and their revenge began...
[Ah... at this pace, this old-school gangster movie monologue-style content must last a whole chapter...]
The gang leader in this neighborhood is a total thug. He is only twenty-six years old, but he has been a member of the gang for seventeen years. While his peers were doing finger painting in elementary school, he was already holding an Uzi.
Submachine guns kill people in alleys.
Of course, this cannot be completely blamed on him. It was society that created monsters like him, and he... created one monster after another just like him.
There is no need for test tubes, nutrients, or formulas. This sinful city itself is a melting pot.
Those kids in gangs have been charged with murder, drug trafficking, robbery, etc. before they turn sixteen. I can arrest them... they will be sent to the police station, and people from the Juvenile Delinquency Division will take them away.
But the result...at some point next year, they will appear on the streets again, doing the same thing.
[Then what do you want...step on the accelerator and push over, and then claim to be self-defense...]
I didn't hesitate and stepped on the accelerator.
【Hey! What if you made a mistake!】
The kid dodged quickly, rolled to the side of the road, took out the pistol hidden in his pocket and started shooting at me.
His accomplices also poured out from the alleys on both sides, and the combined firepower poured into the surroundings of Jingche.
[What kind of city did you work as a police officer in before? The Gotham Crime Unit is nothing more than that!]
I lowered my head, stepped on the accelerator, and tried to keep the car in the middle of the road to prevent it from hitting something. I also quickly turned on the fine whistle on the fine car, but this was of little significance...
The intense gunfire was enough to attract other patrol cars nearby.
The glass of the fine car was soon shattered, and at least a dozen bullets entered the car. In those few seconds, I felt like I had jumped into a fish tank full of piranhas. Even I couldn’t tell what was happening to me.
How many shots were fired?
The last thing I remembered before losing consciousness was... Captain Charlie dragged me out of the car. At that moment, the look on his face is something I will never forget. I understood that he was really gay as rumored.
, and has a good impression of me.
【Hey! There is so much information!】
After resting in the hospital for half a month, the doctor told me that I might never be able to return to my original position.
[So you moved to a remote country town to become a detective? 】
When I first heard the news, I was deeply shocked.
But later, I gradually realized... This was God's revelation to me, and it was time to step back from the front line between good and evil.
I should have died on that street, but I didn't. Very few people get a second chance, and I got one, so I have to cherish it.
So, I applied to my superiors and was transferred out of the big city. I took my wife and daughter to a peaceful rural town and became a detective here.
Before I left, I left a letter to Captain Charlie, the content of which I still remember - many things only became clear later, but I could no longer find the way I came. Many things did not feel painful at all at the time, even if
I don’t think I care about suffering.
[This is basically the lyrics...and are you expressing your hatred for not meeting each other before you get married? 】
In this small town, I live a happy and peaceful life. I can go home from get off work on time every day and have more time to spend with my family.
There are no major cases to be handled in the fine bureau here. Most of them are disputes between parents. Compared with the city, this place is simply a paradise.
I often say to the rookie agents here, "Back in the day, I was better than those tough guy agents in the movies, until I got shot in the knee."
[Yes... After all, that is the biggest weakness of the people on earth...]
Over the years, I often think of Captain Charlie, but I have never contacted him, nor did he reply to my letter.
[Hey...wait a minute...could he be using the excuse of investigating the case to call this Charlie...]
Today, I finally had an opportunity. While investigating the Lovecraft family murder case, I met a well-known detective. He needed me to contact my past colleagues and use illegal procedures to identify a suspect.
's files.
[Brother...I was wrong...you better not make this call.]
I don't know why, but my heart is full of anxiety, but also some expectation.
[Most people feel like this before they embark on a forbidden path...]
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[Hey! What does this ellipsis mean? Is the call content prohibited for all ages? The author has gone crazy... This is far beyond the level of being rejected... Are you preparing to create something new?
Literary and sports? Can’t you learn humbly from your peers’ irrigation techniques? Don’t mess around on your own!] (To be continued.)
