In the hotel, the room with the lights turned off was very dark.
Chen Shu was lying on the bed, staring at the ceiling above his head, unable to sleep.
"Chen Da, are you willing to accept the organization's mission?"
Xiao Wang had already left, but the last words he left kept echoing in the room and in Chen Shu's mind, as if waiting for some kind of fateful response.
Chen Shu has always felt that he is just an ordinary person.
From the first day he entered the police academy and took the physical fitness test, he was crowded on the track with many high school seniors: one thousand meters, shot put and pull-ups, but his scores were only above average.
When you graduate and start working, you will neither be admitted to the high-ranking public security department nor enter the government agencies in the place where the students come from. They will just follow the crowd and join the rotation of special police officers.
As soon as the rotation training was over, he was sent to the police station. Although he repeatedly became the city's number one expert in handling cases a few years later, it was basically just small cases that were surreptitious.
Then he was transferred to the Special Police Brigade as the deputy captain, doing daily street patrols and physical training, and occasionally assisting in catching gamblers and cracking down on pornography. Compared with the police station, he was more like a dawdling life.
Very common.
However, Chen Shu always felt that there was a hand on his back, pushing him forward hard, pushing him beyond the normal range.
Especially when he occasionally had dinner with his classmates and friends in his spare time, Chen Shu drank wine and listened to them chatting about football and basketball, while his wife nagged the children to study, so-and-so had a bright future, so-and-so was at the end of the road, etc.
He found that he couldn't fit in.
Whether it was talking about the embarrassment of the national football team and the equalizer of the country's prosperity, or the frantic children doing their homework, or even the gossips in the same industry, Chen Shu could not empathize with them.
Amid the laughter of everyone at the wine table, he couldn't laugh for some reason. He could only shake his head slightly and drink down the wine in his hand.
In this way, during the busy day at work, during the entertainment moments of toasting and reveling, or even lying flat on the bed after being drunk, Chen Shu's mind was constantly filled with past experiences.
It is different from what is written in the archives.
For example, the criminal in the train station hostage-taking case died of serious injuries after being arrested. This guy was often active in Chen Shu's mind.
The clothes were in tatters and the face was distorted. He would only stare at Chen Shu with his empty eyes and murmur about the injustice in the world.
Another example is the case of a lonely old man who gave up his only seat to his grandson in a high-speed train accident, but ended up losing his grandson.
Every time the old man appeared and left, although there was no sound, Chen Shu would feel a deep sadness imprinted in his heart, which would not go away.
Another example is the thugs in Nanjiang who were killed by a few grenades from Chen Shu in the cave.
They lined up and walked to the presentation. Shadows were crawling everywhere in the room, sometimes turning into blurry figures with missing arms and legs, and their outlines were distorted and incomplete.
"Have you forgotten? As long as we surrender, you promise to let us go..."
The ghost stretched out his hand, with ice on his fingertips, and poked Chen Shu's heart, and immediately burst out with a sharp howl.
"Because of you, we will never find rest!"
The ghost recedes like the tide.
"Hey, Brother Shu." Xiaoqiang, the community coordinator of the Zhongshan Institute, greeted him cheerfully as before, "Do you mind if I come to the security team to help?"
I turned around and saw that at some point, Xiaoqiang had already put on a formal police uniform, with a gun on his shoulder. He carefully touched the gun in his hand while laughing happily.
"What are you thinking about? What are you afraid of? This is not what our wise and powerful Chen Da should look like." Xu Mingliang, an EOD expert, crossed his arms and raised his chin towards Chen Shu, comforting, "
My place is actually pretty good, at least everyone is alive."
Needless to say, the recognized big brother in the team brought three good brothers who are also policemen to watch Chen Shu's jokes.
"Chen Shu! You are a policeman! So, how can you say such irresponsible things so confidently!"
Zhang Yang stared at her with those big angry eyes, so pretty.
Sometimes, Chen Shu actually envies Zhang Yang's personality. Once he sees something clearly, he rushes forward without hesitation or weighing.
Even though she is already a popular female host on a prefecture-level city TV station, even though she is already a slightly famous local self-media internet celebrity.
She is beautiful, independent, and has a decent job.
But when someone asks her for help, she will always rush out without hesitation.
Just like this time, even though northern Myanmar had been occupied once before and Zhang Yang had experienced scary and horrific scenes, she still went.
Is this stupidity or faith?
So, what about the police’s beliefs?
"Why."
With a sigh, the room fell into silence again.
Chen Shu raised his right hand to his eyes and looked at the hand that was unclear in the darkness.
He knew that after experiencing so many things, he was no longer the same as ordinary people, or even the police.
The blood debt on his hands made it impossible for him to escape or hide.
The darkness in the room is thicker, almost suffocating, and also makes people almost trapped in it and lost.
When Chen Shu opened his eyes, the sky had turned slightly white, and the morning light filtered into the hotel room through the gaps in the curtains, bringing a little pale warmth.
But the shadow in his heart still couldn't be dispelled.
....
The next room.
Zhu Yiba was sitting on a chair, with a mobile phone on the table facing him.
The screen of the mobile phone was black with nothing on it, but Zhu Yiba just stared at the screen blankly.
Stared all night.
Yesterday, my father's bodyguard, Brother Lin, flew all the way from the capital.
The purpose is just one, to prevent Zhu Yiba from going to northern Myanmar.
"Brother Lin, you have also been a soldier. If you can endure this situation, am I still a fucking human?"
"Even if the old man is standing here now! He can't stop me!"
"Fuck! No one can stop it!"
At first, Zhu Yiba was very excited, as expected.
He took a step forward suddenly and pressed firmly against the opponent, the flames in his eyes getting hotter.
But Brother Lin remained completely motionless, standing straight in front of Zhu Yiba. His only movement was to shake his head. If it doesn't work, it doesn't work. He comes from a military family and doesn't have so many details.
Zhu Yiba knew the character of Brother Lin. If he didn't nod, Zhu Yiba wouldn't be able to go anywhere, and he wouldn't even think about it.
At the end, Zhu Yiba's voice was choked with sobs as he begged: "Brother Lin, I have already been a deserter once. If I continue to run away, I will be finished for the rest of my life..."
"No, this is an order." Brother Lin said coldly, with a firm and low tone, without any unnecessary explanation, "Pack your luggage, I will pick you up at seven o'clock tomorrow morning. Xiao Zhu, you have been willful for a long time, it's time to go home
."
After saying that, Brother Lin turned around and left.
Time passed quietly and it was already dawn.
Snap.
"Haha, as I am, does it mean that it must be right?"
Zhu Yiba slammed the table and stood up.
He raised his hands and wiped his cheeks hard twice. His eyes widened, he puffed up his chest, opened the door, and walked out.
Click.
The door next to it was opened at the same time.
Chen Shu and Zhu Yiba walked out of their rooms one after another and came to the common corridor. They looked at each other and smiled calmly.
The gears of fate begin to turn slowly, and every struggle and choice affects the future of them and the people around them.