"Wow...Uncle policeman, I want a father, I want a mother! Let me out quickly, I don't want to go to jail!" In the lounge of the police station, the little guy was lying on the ground rolling and crying.
He had made such a fuss several times. But the child's parents didn't come to pick him up. Especially his super caring father, who said that if he wanted to go to jail, let him do it. Anyway, they couldn't afford to pay for his life.
The child's parents were not in the imperial capital, and they did not allow relatives to pick up the child. Now the child has become a hot potato for the police station, causing the policemen to feel throbbing pain in their temples.
When Ye Feifei arrived, the police seemed to be relieved, and they hurriedly let Ye Feifei into the rest room.
The child who had been crying on the ground cried louder when he saw Ye Feifei. He actually didn't have much fighting power. By this time, his voice was already hoarse and not as sharp as it was at the beginning.
"Auntie, help me! The police uncle will shoot me. I'm going to die! I don't want to die yet, I'm still a child!" The little guy cried and rolled on the ground, and soon rolled to Ye Feifei's feet,
He grabbed Ye Feifei's shoes like a life-saving straw and didn't want to let go.
"Kid, you get up first so that auntie can help you, understand?" Ye Feifei patted the little guy on the shoulder and said to him seriously.
The little guy was sobbing, with red and swollen eyes, and asked Ye Feifei: "If I get up, won't the policeman kill me?"
Ye Feifei rubbed the little guy's eyebrows and said softly: "Why did the police uncle want to kill you?"
"They said I killed another uncle. If I kill someone, I will be killed by the police uncle. But aunt, I'm still young and I don't want to die yet. Please, don't let the police uncle kill me, okay?"
The little guy said in a confused manner.
Ye Feifei understood the little guy's fear. She picked up the little guy and put him on a chair aside. She took out a tissue and wiped the corners of his eyes. At the same time, she told him: "The police uncle will not kill you. And that uncle
He’s not dead either.”
"Really, really? Is that uncle really not dead? They said he lost a lot of blood. I'm afraid! In the TV series, people die like this." The little guy said and howled loudly again.
Ye Feifei listened to the child's cry, held him in her arms, stroked his back gently, and said: "No. Auntie went to see it personally. The uncle is fine. He is still alive, so you don't have to be afraid.
Do you understand?"
"Auntie, if my uncle is not dead, I won't have to go to jail, right?" the little guy asked.
"Yes, you don't have to go to jail. But you have to answer Auntie's questions first, and then Auntie can help you make it clear to the police so that they won't arrest you and go to jail." Ye Feifei knelt down and stared into the child's eyes seriously.
Why do you stare into children's eyes? I think children can lie, but they don't have such good acting skills, and their eyes can reveal their true feelings.
Ye Feifei is not that saintly, and cannot say that she will always trust this child. She must be careful and careful for Xiao Ling.
After understanding what Ye Feifei meant, the little guy finally settled down. He stopped crying, rubbed his eyes, and said seriously: "What do you want to ask me, auntie? Just ask."
Ye Feifei tapped the little guy's forehead and asked softly: "Do you know that the gun in your hand can kill people?"
The little guy's head was like a rattle, and he said hoarsely: "I don't know, they told me it was just an ordinary pistol, and it shoots colorful bubbles."