The police took me back for interrogation, thinking that I was an accomplice of those people. In the end, they found out that I was really just an ordinary homeless man, so they ignored me and went to interrogate those guys in a hurry.
After a long time, a young baby-faced policeman pushed open the door and came in, handed me a glass of warm water, and chatted with me cautiously. I didn’t want to talk to him until he started talking about the photos on the table, and I looked up at him.
I heard him apologetically saying to me what a pity, what he said he was sorry, and what he said was incompetent.
I suddenly couldn't hear the sound again. I could only see his mouth opening and closing. I was very confused, what was he talking about? Is my father gone?
I suddenly became violent and struggled wildly, and was held down. Finally, a tear fell from my eyes, as if some switch was turned on, and I burst into tears.
I returned to the camp in a daze, but I heard another bad news. My sister was lost. The Beggar King left me a letter and ran away.
It turned out that that group of people were drug lords. They were caught by the police this time. They thought it was my report. They escaped with a few people. Those people killed my father and found out that I had a younger sister. They took me My sister was also taken away.
I didn't believe it, so I searched everywhere in the camp like crazy, and finally returned to the police station in despair. It was different from when I came out. This time, I changed from a prisoner being interrogated to a policeman sympathizing with the poor victim.
The young policeman blamed himself very much. He kept saying sorry to me with red eyes.
From that day on, my past memories seemed to suddenly become blurred. Things in the past were like a deer falling into the quagmire, struggling, but quickly disappearing.
The police seemed to have found a doctor to chat with me. During the chat, I fell asleep. When I woke up, she looked at me with sympathy and shook her head helplessly at the police.
After the young policeman learned that I was homeless, he applied to the bureau and took me home.
I had nothing to do during the day and went out to steal things.
I watched with cold eyes as a middle-aged man with a fat head and big ears came out of the hotel with a woman with heavy makeup in his arms. He passed by an old woman selling vegetables on the roadside and condescendingly wiped his shoes on the cloth she spread with vegetables.
The old man helplessly stopped him, and he hugged the woman and walked away with a smile.
I got up and passed by him, and stole his wallet without him noticing. There was a lot of money in it. I looked at it, threw the wallet away, held the money, and secretly stuffed it into the grandmother's pocket.
Just as I was about to leave, the next second, my arm was grabbed, and the serious face of the little policeman appeared in front of me.
"What are you doing?"
He usually has a smiling face, with a childish look like a student, and is often laughed at by his colleagues in the bureau for still being a child. Now that I'm serious, it doesn't feel very serious. I want to laugh a little bit, and then I really laugh.
"Why not?" I said carelessly.
I feel like I'm different from before. Although I can't remember clearly, I didn't seem to smile before. The little policeman kept saying to me every day that I should smile more when I had nothing to do. It annoyed people who heard me. Didn't I laugh?
He rummaged through my pockets and body and found that I didn’t hide any money. Although the old lady didn’t know what happened, she also touched her pocket and suddenly found that there was some more money in it. She took it out in surprise, and then looked at She asked me if I gave it to her, and gave me the money while talking.
I frowned, took a step back with a cold face, and left. The little policeman seemed to understand something. The old lady gave him the money again, and he accepted it. Then he took some money out of his pocket and bought all the old lady’s dishes. .
After he put the food home, he quickly returned to the police station.
He came back very late that day, and I fell asleep leaning on the sofa. When he came back, he walked carefully on tiptoes for fear of waking me up, but I slept very lightly, so I still woke up. Seeing him tiptoeing like this, I sneered coldly. laugh.
The latter noticed me looking at him, smiled sheepishly, and then apologized to me: "I'm sorry, I treated you so badly today."
Then he came over to me and put on a serious face: "But you can't steal anymore. I've already paid you back today's money. I know you have good intentions, but you can't do this next time." Yes, we must be a gentleman and behave openly. Stealing is illegal..."
He began to talk to me about legal knowledge again. My ears almost became calloused, so I interrupted him by saying that I was hungry.
He looked at the pile of vegetables at home that grandma had just bought today. I laughed at him: "Does our police officer plan to be a rabbit for the next week, only eating vegetables and not eating?" He looked at the pile of vegetables and was very surprised. Headache.
Finally, we made a stir-fried water spinach with green vegetables and two bowls of instant noodles. The two of us settled down for dinner.
For the next week, we basically cooked vegetables, and the little policeman who ate them was laughed at at work for not being able to cook.
On Friday, he never came back. I turned off the TV, got up and went to the police station to look for him. I didn't like going to the police station very much. Although I didn't remember what happened before, I was just annoyed by this place.
When I arrived at the police station, the people in the station still remembered me and greeted me cautiously. I nodded in response with a cold face and left this group of inexplicable people.
As I was passing by the detention room, I saw an acquaintance, the fat man, with a regretful look on his face. A policeman next to me saw me looking and chatted with me casually.
"Did you see that man was caught soliciting prostitution?" He shook his head and clicked his tongue, "So, stay away from pornography, gambling and drugs."
I was still looking at the fat man when I was suddenly tapped on the shoulder. I turned around and saw that the little policeman was here. He seemed to have cried and his eyes were a little red.
After returning home that day, he asked me to go back to his hometown. He said that he had a younger brother in his hometown who was very smart, but he was alone in his hometown. He asked me to help take care of him.
I was very surprised and asked him why you didn't take care of it yourself.
He said I was about to be transferred, and said with a smile that he was being exiled to a remote place.
I looked at him as if he was crazy, but he finally relented and said that he was going to join the army, so it was a closed management. This was the house he rented, and I couldn't live in it after he left. Just give me his savings and I'll go back and help him take care of his younger brother.
I wanted to laugh again. How could someone be so stupid as to give money to a stranger or all their savings? Aren’t they afraid that I would take the money and run away? Besides, why should I take care of his younger brother? He's not my younger brother. I seem to remember something vaguely in my head, but it's very fuzzy. Trying to think about it only gives me a headache.
The little policeman saw me frowning, thinking I didn't agree, and his eye circles gradually turned red. When I saw that he was about to cry again, I quickly interrupted him and said that I just promised him.
I asked him to write me his address, so he wouldn’t have to give me the money. I was already an adult, so why couldn’t I still make money if I had the skills?
He smiled, his emotions seemed complicated, but I'm not very good at reading people's emotions.
And that side is also the last side.
