The interrogation room is a good place in the twilight of dawn.

There is a tall man sitting in the office of the criminal investigation department. His legs are one meter longer than the stool of the wide-backed leather chair. He didn't take off his sunglasses, his hair was cut very short and he had a mole on the tip of his nose. It's not very conspicuous, but you can find it from the direction in which his upper lip is tilted.

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The head line on the frame is deep, and the boredom of just coming out of midnight makes him look a little upset. He stretched out on the chair and didn't wait for me, so he was very angry. I suddenly walked into his office.

His eyes stared at me through the cracks in his glasses. A wooden sign with the director's office written on it was placed under the glass ashtray like a cloth mat.

Someone kicked me on a wooden stool, and the back of the chair was very strong. They turned my arm upside down through the wooden frame and locked my wrist with a pair of shiny steel handcuffs.

These two men in police uniforms are about my age, but they are not very friendly to me. I shook my body, adjusted my sitting posture, took a long breath of air, and tried to make myself comfortable.

One of the active guys punched me hard on the neck, while the other guy looked shy.

I looked back doubtfully at the "irate" man, whose hand was still in the air, hovering at the highest point like a pendulum in an amusement park. As soon as I turned around, he put another elbow on my shoulder near my neck and didn't forget to remind me to say "be honest".

I didn't say anything.

I can't say anything, but I looked at the big boss across the desk of the Titanic coldly, as if it had been salvaged from the ocean. His face became cold and serious, and there was no room for discussion.

"Where are you from? ! "The director finally sat up straight, moved a pile of documents in front of the case to the far left of the table, put the cursive paper back in its original place, glanced at the rickety cigarette butts in the ashtray, hesitated for a long time, and finally put it on the pile of documents to make room for staring at me. "There is nothing in your identity information. You have never received benefits, never been in love, and never begged."

It stands to reason that you should be a super black household whose name was lost by the clerk, or a long-haired monster who ran out of Lingxiao Pavilion in The Journey to the West. But you have nothing.

You can't lift your feet, change your name and never admit what happened today. You embarrassed us. You have to tell me something, master Bai. Yes, they all call you Master Bai. And your ID clearly says Chu. What's Chu's name again? "

"Chu, Chu Liuxiang!" The active guy answered the phone quickly. It is his usual practice to respond to the boss's questions in a hoarse and low voice. Before entering the office, he sounded like a castrated monkey with a big tail.

I restrained myself from seeing him, which was not good for me.

"There are many people with the same name. You are not a hero, you are an idiot, you shouldn't use this name, it will get you into trouble. " He looked at me slowly and said.

"This has nothing to do with an idiot. Everyone has some hobbies. It seems that you hired two insignificant guys to stand in the reception room with your guests. " I turned around again, shaking my neck from side to side, waiting for that guy to give me another elbow or foot or something.

"You probably have something to say."

"Nothing, just feel very strange, who gave you your belt and cowhide back badge, or you never dreamed of meeting someone like me, someone who can make you feel nervous.

Obviously, you are not enforcing the law, or the time for enforcing the law has already passed. It has been eight hours since the shooting. If I guess correctly, you should be sleeping in a big wooden bed at this time. You can't get angry, just like a boy of three or two years old who is not sensible. You abused lynching. "

"You are boasting that I am a little boy, which is somewhat enjoyable, but I am not. Listen, Master Bai, you can either tell the truth or wait for me to close the door and carve words on your forehead with a shoehorn. " He waved and the back door closed.

There was no one in the hall, and it was very quiet, the kind of silence that a dead person would never think of.

The opposite window is very wide, accounting for about half of the wall, clean and bright, like a fish tank. The moonlight hung on the glass window visible to the naked eye, the shadows of the trees were clear, and no wind drill came in.

"What do you want me to say?"

"Say you thought about it. A gunman tried to kill you. You may have annoyed some big shots. They paid the gunman too little. He was unhappy and emotional, but he had to accept the job to make a living. When shooting, he thought of a headache, so he got angry, or his hand with a gun barrel was a little out of control, and he hit the coin of death on the prostitute's head. No prostitute has provoked any big shots, which is not worth the price. "

"It's no big deal except not to mention the word prostitute." I looked up at him. I'm a little angry.

He looked at me and smiled for a while. He is happy to provoke me.

"Then let's talk about something else. A woman wears bras of different colors to seduce men of different commodities. Some men eat this set, and some men have guns. "

"That sounds much better."

"The gunman is of unknown origin and acts like a mouse stealing oil. He is familiar with the environment, flexible, good at escaping and has no fixed route. You have long been targeted by him. " He paused and said:

"It's no big deal."

"What you said is stupid, stupid, and you got me into trouble. No one has ever dared to shoot anyone in the streets of China. This is the first time. Everyone thinks it's a big deal except a little bastard like you. Tomorrow when the sun just rises, Shenzhen Daily will print my name, and my boss will pull my hair out of my head. Master Bai, who have you offended? "

"He may be really angry."

"I have made some judgments about you." His body began to lean forward, trying to hold the wheelchair and prevent it from slipping backwards. Leather shoes made a hard sound behind the table, and his arms crossed on the table, with a stiff shadow on his face.

He looked at something on the table, perhaps herbal paper, and then he said:

"There is something more terrible than death driving you. You are the kind of person who chews mud in his mouth and is eager to jump into the abyss. You are from Hunan, of course. Your accent is not heavy, but you are sharp and quick. You can endure unusual pain. Even if you change your name, it won't change your hometown. Your bones are tough and you won't give up until you die. "

"You're absolutely right, if my name is true, you will put it another way, you are afraid of Chu Liuxiang. Don't you think so? " I grinned. I like the way he talks to himself. What he said makes sense, and it sounds good. "I like the name Chu Liuxiang, I just like it."

"But you hit a hard nail. I am also a boy from Hunan. Look at the problem from another angle, impatient. Especially in this land of Shenzhen, I feel sorry for myself if I am not embarrassed enough. " He lit a cigarette and began to smoke seriously. He smokes as if he had just walked out of a fast food restaurant.

Then, he waved his hand gently and shook off the ash. I didn't speak.

I watched every hair on his head shining silver in the overhead light. He looks like an ordinary middle-aged man. He speaks straight, his eyes are bright, he likes to provoke and he likes to worry about something.

I'd better wait until the lawyer arrives. Even if he gets lost, even if I am beaten like a pile of garbage out of the garbage dump, I will wait for him. So, I put my foot over and tried to lean my shoes against the baffle of the table so that I could sit better. My neck still hurts, and I can't act like a master.

Hard fists and thick breathing came as scheduled. They hit me on the head and occasionally hit me in the ribs. They are used to doing this, and they will never be soft when they seize such an opportunity.

This city is too depressing. It seems that the light is soft, but in fact it is dark. No one taught us how to overcome our fear of the night. Because even during the day, there are some puzzling things wandering around. If you think everything you see during the day is real, then what you see at night may be confused with reality.

They gave me a good beating, as happy as playing tricks on the shadows of the day.

Blood from my forehead has blurred my eyes. Even though my eyelids were cut off, he looked at me in silence. I don't know whether it is the fog rising in my eyes or the smoke in his mouth that permeates this room. I'm losing my sight.

I suddenly thought of Ye Suer, her flowered skirt and white-collar shirt, her piano, the mellow sound of the piano slowly flowing to me, her naked back, her panic when she touched the bouquet of flowers I replaced, and the fact that she waited for me on that bench for about a whole month. I also thought of the city bomb mentioned by the major.

Everything she can't see, including me, can bring her surprise and sadness.

Mao Se, Mannia, late summer and Gu Mei all looked at me in their hearts. They smiled at me, waved and walked towards me step by step. Even if I get tired of them occasionally, they still come to me. I began to fall into magical neurotic thinking.

A cold wind blew in from the window, and the room was full and darkness filled my surroundings.

I raised my right foot and kicked at a figure, then turned around and put the bench on his curled-up body. His body was knocked down by me with great force and hit on a big guy like a flowerpot. When I tried my best to knock another guy to the ground, my hands suddenly relaxed a lot, and the wooden bench fell apart. I seemed to climb out of the mud. A mallet knocked the poor guy unconscious. I lowered my head in his arms and gently wiped the blood paste from my head.

His police uniform is hard, with the sharpness of copper buttons, the soft smell of soap, and more of an accident hidden in his breath is torturing him.

I stood up straight, straightened my face, and met some evasive eyes from the opposite police officer.

"You're bothering me on purpose. You used them as a shield and watched them lick their tongues and bully a little bastard who was angry at losing an old friend. You know I'm from Hunan, and I'm looking for food everywhere in this land of Guangdong, making my own living. Without the courage to leave home, you can't stand in front of you seriously.

No matter what I did, right or wrong, I have my own reasons. As long as it is not illegal, you don't have to kick everyone's ass. You are a law enforcer, and you have no right to engage in triad activities until I confess my crime. Before all the guesses come true, lighting a lamp for crime is showing your stupidity. You are a little confused, master. You are a ridiculous middle-aged man, conceited, and years of study are fermented in your stupidity like mash.

Although you are smart, you may lose your job because of a moment of negligence and regret, but it is probably a good time for you to reflect. Few people will fall for it, you timid and reckless criminal. "

He frowned at me, licked his lips and knocked on the table with one finger. I don't like listening to such sounds, just as I don't like the teacher hitting the students on the head with a pointer when something happens in class. Something like blood fell from the top of your head to your face, and your face stood stubbornly around your neck like wood. I can only think with it, I can't do anything else, and my eyes are hard to open.

He sat where he belonged and made no noise. He is used to sitting in that position and watching everyone who walks in. The reason why he is so silent at the moment is at best that he was poked in the sore spot by a certain sentence, or that he thinks I am really hurt.

I'm thinking about what you said and trying to put it back in your mouth, he said.

My forehead is still dripping blood. I straightened my tongue and swept the blood from my upper lip into my mouth. Salty and sweet, very warm. It's not bad to savor it carefully, and there is a pleasure to get back what should belong to me.

We stayed quietly for a few minutes, waiting for two naughty boys next to us to stand up in front of their self-esteem, but they didn't. They fell asleep.

"Alas, the night is too deep, where can I find help? Perhaps we should wait until dawn and negotiate in a friendly way. " He pinched his cigarette butt so hard that he dared not emit a cigarette. He pinched his shriveled chin with one hand, then stood up and wiped my forehead with something that flashed white like a towel. He looked at me and said, "time is gone forever, and it won't last long." Crime is like an infectious disease. If you don't kiss others on the chin, exhale on others, or lick the saliva on the ground, you will never be hunted down. You got an unusual illness at the wrong time, and then you lay in bed and died in a mess. "

"You sound like a stock market analyst. You make it clear, but there is nothing you can do."

"What are you talking about? Some of them sound true.

This will not increase your confidence, nor will it change your situation. As I said, you are smart, and you can't escape the punishment of the law.

I'm just a man dying in a pile of bones, so beware of a self-righteous person like you coming forward. If that prostitute, oh, is your friend, dies because of you, you have the responsibility to explain the whole thing. That's what the police do.

You drove to Guangxi last night and were in a hurry to meet someone, but she died. The cause of death is unknown. Further, if you report a drug dealer and offend the drug dealer, they will spare you. One night you were ambushed, and someone saw you dragging a broken leg, like a grasshopper in autumn.

You go to see a man named Major. He apparently runs a security company, but all the dogs that run out of his barracks are fiercer than the security guards. You are asking for help, but no one wants to help you. You are walking on the hot Gobi desert.

One of the best anti-drug policemen was ambushed on the same day. Four Hummer cars crashed into a car, full of bullet holes in imitation submachine guns, smashing stones along the road like a sieve. All their people are dead, and none of them is alive. If a drug policeman is knocked unconscious, all his friends in the police will think there is a superhero.

You were shot yesterday. It's a good thing you didn't die. If you die ... "

"If I die, you will stay in bed and let a lame subordinate handle the whole thing. Then I put a piece of news in Shenzhen Daily, saying innocently, without mentioning anything about gun killing. Maybe I died more like a heart attack. It is a fact that he died at the end of summer. What are you still thinking? Finding the real murderer is the right thing. "

"You don't have to take all your anger out on me, my little bastard, you should reflect on yourself. I am not a god or a mosaic woman. I can't change the criminal's original intention, and I can't leave all the bastards at home. These should be left to kindergarten teachers and those dedicated security guards.

My responsibility is to catch criminals, bring their leftovers back to them, force them to eat again, and shine the images left in their eyes on the wall, scaring them to death.

There's nothing wrong with that, master Bai. Everyone should cherish life, including your friends. I want to give her an explanation, die for you, die for you, or just torture you because you are in the wrong place. I'll do it, but that's not what we're discussing now. "He approached me again, and there was a thick smell of smoke and smoke reaching my nostrils, which made me feel comfortable immersed in the scent of blood.

I tried to hold my head high. He is tall and should be brave when he was young. Shadows in the light covered my face. I am waiting for his fist.

"Where did you learn the skill?" He asked me in the tone of a major, then turned around, walked behind me and opened my handcuffs. Those damn handcuffs are embedded in the meat.

I finally have the ability to raise my hands and wipe off the blood stains on my face. There seems to be blood in my eyes, and no matter how hard I try, I can't get rid of the red light in my eyes.

I didn't speak, but I was curious. He didn't have to let me go, and I had no reason to leave the house easily.

"I have to stand for a while, and it will be dawn soon. No matter the weather is good or bad, the moment of dawn will not change.

What are you hiding? Something obvious. You don't want to say it. You are weighing whether you should trust me. Even if it is sent by God, I don't believe it. We are all confused.

Your faith has improved, which can be seen from reporting drug cases, but more important things have made you silent. Your courage and calmness make me more convinced that you are a big gangster. You have a big client named Singo, and his reputation on the street is unambiguous. Without him, at least tonight, you might be better off. I will regard you as a successful accountant who has gone the wrong way.

We can choose a bright evening, holding a glass, and you are chatting with me about your hometown. I want you to go back to your hometown to take refuge. If you don't listen to me, tomorrow you will see others pulling themselves out of the river with two palms in their mouths.

Remember to call me. I'm with officer Zhong from the police station. She called me. We hope you can become an informant, make compensation or reduce your sentence. Yes, I'll reduce your sentence. You can't run away. We are waiting for the day when the line is closed. "He looked at my bloodstained hands and turned back to the wide-backed chair.

I looked at him coldly. I have nothing to say.

The sky began to shine, first following a foot thick sky, then climbing the outline of the mountains, and then I couldn't tell what was going on. Lawyer Zhang came early, and the surroundings suddenly lit up, which made people unprepared.

He was dressed like a lawyer, and his hair was black and neat. Not long ago, he took time to do it with a comb, which made people look young. Eyes a little cold, pretending to be curious and sympathetic like two aggressive butterflies.

His eyes only saw the two shivering bodies crawling along the wall, several wooden shelves and blood on his face, but he turned a blind eye to me. Since he walked into this room with a suitcase, I regret that I should have seen him earlier. If everyone around me is not wearing a police uniform, I'm sure he will think it's me lying on the ground. He doesn't seem to know me.

"I will try my best to sue our branch. You abused your power and caused harm to my client ... "He stood at the door less than one meter away and showed everyone the work card hanging on his chest. He is articulate, calm and rigid, rigorous in thinking and has the determination of a senior lawyer to defend the law.

Even so, I dare say it is difficult to find a place for him in this spacious house. The eyebrows raised by the dirty air fully remind us that he doesn't want to stay for a moment. The grandiose language coming out of his mouth, the conclusion of seeking truth from facts, and the suggestion of handling legal events are in line with the communication practice and useless.

"You'd better leave this room." The director suddenly opened his eyes, as if he had just woken up from sleep. After Mr. Zhang came in, his eyelids drooped and he kept massaging the temples on both sides of his forehead with two fingers. He was so tired that he didn't even look at Mr. Zhang and spoke in a tone that was neither salty nor light than in the morning. That doesn't sound friendly. "What you see is just a thing like a woven bag filled with a bag of hard fists. Master Bai and I had some arguments on bargaining. He was in a hurry to deliver the goods and wouldn't let me bargain. It doesn't make sense. Young master, wouldn't you say so? "

"That's right! He also told me that buying and selling can't be righteous, and what is sold to him can't be redeemed. " I shrugged and turned to Mr. Zhang.

Lawyer Zhang looked at my face unblinkingly, just like looking for a lost green Guo in the grass.

I spread out my hands and threw some seemingly heavy things, such as sadness, hatred and love for the end of summer, on the floor between me and the director. I snapped my fingers at him and turned to leave this hellhole.

"Remind your kind brother not to put paper money in mahogany."

I looked back at the director. He has sat up straight, regained his spirits and looked at me with his usual contempt for criminals.

He pretended to be careless and savage, and his eyes sparkled in my strong light.

I nodded to him and walked out with tired steps and never looking back.

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