One of the two young security policemen was pointing his baton at Kitahara Hidesuji, and the other was holding a walkie-talkie and calling for help in a low voice. It was not that they were timid, but Kitahara Hideji's current state looked very dangerous. Not only was his white shirt and tie splattered with
There was blood, and his handsome face was also dotted with blood red. In the blink of an eye, his face was full of coldness and anger. He didn't look like a high school student, but like a cold-blooded killer who had taken dozens of lives on his body.
The scene behind him was even more horrifying. The injured were rolling on the ground, moaning and groaning, scattered from the road into the entrance of the apartment building, making it impossible to estimate how many victims there were in the building.
These two security policemen felt extremely guilty under this situation, and they had nothing to embolden them - they were not qualified to carry guns, and criminal cases were not yet their turn.
, obviously useless, and looking at Kitahara Hideji's fierce look, I was really afraid that he would go crazy, and he would push them to the ground and beat them violently.
Fortunately, Kitahara Hideji was still sane no matter how angry he was. He had no idea of going against the state's violence machine, and he had no desire to attack the police when he got mad. He looked at the two security policemen who looked extremely nervous and uneasy, and then looked down.
Ota Jianye, who had been beaten unconscious, took a deep breath, closed his eyes and calmed down a little, then slowly dropped the wooden knife and raised his hands, but instead of squatting down with his head in his hands, he shouted loudly: "Officer, police officer,
I was defending myself, these people broke into people's houses."
Kitahara Shuji put away his cold demeanor, lost his anger, and suddenly became a gentle and handsome young man. The two security policemen approached him cautiously with batons in their hands. After taking a closer look at him, they somehow felt a favorable impression of him.
He doesn't look like a gangster anymore. He can't help but believe it, and his expression is slightly relaxed. But there are injured people here. No matter what the reason is, who is at fault and who is at fault? After all, it is Kitahara Hideji who caused all this. The danger is still extremely high.
It was obvious, so one of them took out the handcuffs and was going to handcuff him first.
Kitahara Hideji didn't want to wear this thing, so he discussed it softly: "Officer, I'm under 18 years old, and I won't run away and hurt others, so there's no need for it, right?"
The Minors Protection Act has protected many scumbags. Since scumbags can use it, he also wants to enjoy the privileges.
"Are you over fourteen?"
"Exceeding..."
With a crisp sound, he was still handcuffed, but the security policeman who handcuffed him seemed a little embarrassed and signaled another security policeman to take a towel from the police bicycle and put it on his hands to cover him, and gently
She patted his shoulder to express comfort and said softly: "Don't try too hard, otherwise it will tighten and injure your hand."
Kitahara Shuji was speechless. He used to hate that his charm value was too high and he was always harassed by brainless girls. He was very upset. Now he hopes that the charm value exceeds 100 - that way he might be able to get good treatment, at least he doesn't have to wear this."
bracelet".
A moment later, reinforcements from the security station arrived. The police cars roared and their sirens were blaring. Yoko heard the commotion on the fourth floor and cautiously opened the door a crack. She stood on tiptoe and looked down and saw that there were already many policemen on the road downstairs.
, and Kitahara Hideji was being escorted towards the police car. She suddenly became anxious and didn’t care about anything. She ran desperately downstairs and rubbed against the police and medical staff who entered the building to see how many people Hideji Kitahara had injured.
Pass by.
No one cared about her, but she became scared as she ran. She was afraid that Kitahara Shuji would get into trouble, and her nose kept getting sore. She rushed out of the apartment building and saw Kitahara Shuji being pushed into the car with his head pressed lightly.
Tears blurred his eyes, and he yelled with all his strength: "Onisan!"
Kitahara Shuji heard this, stopped and looked back, and angrily discussed with the policeman beside him: "Officer, this is my sister, can you let me have a few words with her?"
The policeman hesitated for a moment, then took another look at Yoko Ono, and found that she was only about ten years old, not threatening, and her little body was shaking violently, which was very pitiful, so he didn't put Kitahara Shuci into the car anymore, which was regarded as acquiescence.
, turned around and talked to the driver.
Ono Yoko hurried over and threw herself into Kitahara Shuci's arms. She hugged him tightly and shouted with choked sobs: "Onisan, I'm sorry, I hurt you! I hurt you, I'm sorry.
!”
She was a bit precocious but she was young and had little knowledge. She hid in the house and did not see what happened. When she saw so many police officers, she instinctively thought that something serious must have happened.
Kitahara Shuji squatted down, wiped her tears with his handcuffed hands, and comforted her softly: "Stop crying, Yoko, don't scare yourself, it's not a big deal. By the way, the police may want to call you later."
When I ask you a question, just say whatever I have, don’t be afraid, just tell the truth, do you understand?”
"I will take responsibility!" Yoko held his hand, wrapped his big hand tightly with her small hand, and nodded desperately with tears.
Kitahara Shuji burst into laughter, "I hit the person, what responsibility do you bear? Stop talking nonsense, Yoko, stay at home and wait for my return with peace of mind... Well, close the door, call the police if anything happens, and take care of yourself
And Hyakujiro.”
Ono Yoko said anxiously: "But this happened because of me..."
Kitahara Xiuji interrupted her and said softly but seriously in her ear: "Don't do unnecessary things, don't say unnecessary words, wait for me at home, don't let me worry, Yoko."
Ono Yoko actually wanted to follow Hideji Kitahara to the police station to share the joys and sorrows, but looking at Hideji Kitahara's serious expression, she realized that going by herself would not help, and might even cause more trouble. She hesitated and suddenly reached out and hugged his neck,
She pressed her little face tightly against his, holding back her sobs and said seriously: "I will wait for you, Ounisang, no matter how long it takes."
Although Kitahara Shuji tried to comfort her, she relied on the experience she gained from TV dramas - when the male protagonist is going through hardships, he will always say "It's okay, it doesn't matter" to the heroine with a gentle smile, showing the charm of a real man.
——I felt that something big must have happened, but I was still very scared.
This is normal. After all, she is only ten years old. She is still far away from being calm. It is good that she is not crying and panicking.
And Kitahara Shuji was a little speechless. Why did it sound so ominous, as if he was going to jail? But Yoko was always caring about him, and he could only wipe her tears silently, but the more she wiped, the more tears she shed.
The middle-aged security policeman next to him felt that it was almost done, and gave Kitahara Hideji a light slap, interrupting their "life and death farewell". However, his expression was quite gentle, and asked: "Is it okay?" He also treated Kitahara Hideji inexplicably.
The young man felt good and was a little more accommodating, but he couldn't let them talk endlessly.
"I'm sorry for causing you trouble, officer, thank you." Kitahara Hideji thanked him, and said to Yoko, "Go back quickly." Then he put her into the car and took her directly to the police station.
He looked back in the car and saw Yoko's little figure standing motionless on the roadside, as if desperately wiping away tears, and the side of his face was cold. He couldn't help but laugh and shook his head - Ono Yoko was young and had little knowledge.
, in her opinion, being arrested by the police may be a huge problem, but it is actually not as serious as she thought.
It's not worth risking your future for some scumbags.
Even if he became aggressive in the end, lost some control of his emotions, and hit people very hard, he still had three parts of his brain online, so there shouldn't be any major problems. At most, it would be just some flesh wounds, not broken bones, otherwise he would really have bad intentions.
There is no need to exert so much effort with poisonous hands. We were on the fourth floor at that time. I just used some skill to lift a few people down from the upstairs. At the very least, I would be a paraplegic and kill a few people easily - regardless of whether it was self-defense or not, as long as
Anyone who kills someone will definitely be looked at differently, and the impact on the future will be great. He is considered a different kind of murderer, so it is better not to do it as much as possible. Besides, even if it is legitimate defense, he can save seven or eight lives or four in one go.
With five disabilities, how many kilograms of brain fragments does this judge have to eat before he can believe it?
However, looking at the situation in front of us, there are bound to be troubles.
He closed his eyes and began to calm down, preparing to deal with all the troubles that would follow - there was nothing to be afraid of. People who are afraid of trouble never become a person, so just treat it as a test of your own character.
[PS. I’m really sorry, everyone. The group number in the profile is wrong. It should actually be 629977672. It takes seven days to change that number. I’m really sorry.]