Even ten years ago, "I" was an uncle who was about to run for three years. After reaching the age of twenty-five, which was the "death line" for young people, I still worked as an auxiliary police officer. Even the auxiliary police officers were family members.

The position that I got through my connections, but generally speaking, I am about to turn 30, but I have no future, and I can’t see a way out for the future.

"My" name is Zhou Jingzhe, I am twenty-five years old...at least I will be twenty-five years old in the following story.

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When I was eighteen years old, after I failed the college entrance examination, I naturally felt confused about the situation. After one night of enlightenment, I just felt that life is about having fun, rather than the step-by-step process of going to college, graduating, getting married, having children, and then going to the grave.

The future makes me feel bleak. In my heart, I am a person full of innovation and intrusion. I feel that studying all the way is not suitable for me. My ambition should be in the chaotic and disorderly distance.

Then I ran away from home and plunged into the coastal city known as "Little Shanghai", hoping to break into a new world.

Six or seven years have passed, and Xintiandi has not broken out, but I have visited Xintiandi Club many times. The girls there are very refreshing and the massage is powerful enough. The temperature of the sauna is also powerful enough - of course, the above are all formal

, I never do anything that violates the law.

After graduating from high school, more than half of my future options were blocked due to academic issues. In the first two years, I wasted the most precious two years of my life by distributing leaflets and working as a network administrator. I was too embarrassed to go home and ask for help.

With the help of a cousin who was a soldier, he managed to find a position as an auxiliary police officer, and then he worked steadily for the past few years.

I have my own piece of land in this coastal city, but my duties as an auxiliary police officer usually include security patrols, community management, and traffic diversion. From time to time, I am transferred because of quarrels with the aunts in the community.

Coordination makes me feel that I am not working in the police station but in the neighborhood committee.

Furthermore, there is really no future for the position of auxiliary police. The contract system limits the prospects. If you want to truly become a full-time administrative staff, you have to take the civil service examination or go through targeted recruitment. But these two paths are basically not suitable for me.

Possibly, failing the college entrance examination will tell you how bad I am at studying. I can't even write a word without crawling. Every time I record a dossier, I have to be disliked by other policemen in the bureau. I have made some efforts to buy it.

I wanted to practice using a copybook, but in the end all I could read was my name, so I just gave up.

I know very well that if I want to become a regular employee, I have to make meritorious deeds, and I have to make great merit in order to cross the threshold of academic qualifications and become a formal employee. But the problem is that today, as public security is getting better and better, it is really difficult to see anyone walking on the street.

A third-class meritorious service.

As far as I know, the habitual criminals caught by the bureau are all thieves. They were almost always caught after committing the crime and cooperating with surveillance to check the stolen goods. Being caught is basically non-existent. Even though I often patrol the streets, I still take it seriously.

I haven't seen many people who dare to act blatantly. This also made me think that there is a high probability that I will continue to die in this position in the next five years.

But things always turn around. I never expected that I would not have to look for opportunities to make meritorious deeds. Instead, they would just hit me in the face.

It was a rainy afternoon, and it was always rainy in that coastal city. I was eating dandan noodles in the police station. Maybe it was because the boss’s hands were shaking because he put too much red chili oil in it. That bowl of noodles made me shed some tears.

, it’s like the noodles in the bowl are my youth. Every bite I take makes me lose one bite, and when I finish eating, I am left with tears streaming down my face.

To be honest, it was quite embarrassing for an old man to cry over a bowl of spicy noodles. Just when I was wiping my tears quietly to avoid being discovered, I suddenly noticed a little girl standing in front of me at some point.

Half a year old, about eight or nine years old, and coincidentally, she was also wiping tears at that time, her eyes were as red as mine.

When I was still thinking about the possibility that this bowl of dandan noodles would not only make me cry but also make the people next to me so spicy, the little girl had already spoken out her reason for coming. While she was trying hard to hold back the emotion of wanting to cry, her language logic

It was still surprisingly strong. She told me in tears that she was from an orphanage in the north of the city. She was in big trouble and didn't know what to do. She was very scared.

I told you to speak slowly, I am a policeman... an auxiliary police officer is also a policeman! I won't be afraid, just tell your uncle slowly.

She nodded and calmed down, and continued to tell me in a low voice that her brother had been forgotten by the people in the orphanage recently. She could not find her brother anywhere since yesterday...

His eyes became even redder, as if he was about to cry.

I immediately slapped my thigh and yelled a curse, which was roughly like fuck you, you trafficker. It was a bit vulgar, but it was considered a blurt out and not a deliberate attempt to teach a bad child.

Then I asked the little girl, "Does the orphanage director not care if the people in the orphanage are lost?" The girl just shook her head and said that the people in the orphanage didn't care at all. After she couldn't find her brother, she had no choice but to think about the orphanage.

There is a saying in education that "if you have any difficulties, call the police", so there was the scene where I was crying while watching me being tortured by dandan noodles...

At that time, I was shocked by the indifference and inaction of the orphanage, and I immediately became even more indignant... But I could only be filled with indignation. At that time, I was an auxiliary police officer and had no independent law enforcement power. To be present, I had to be a senior official with senior qualifications.

With that, no matter how angry I was, I couldn't get rid of this guy, so I went to the orphanage and talked to those cold-blooded guys about the wisdom of the world.

At that time, I immediately called Lao Huang in the police station, the veteran policeman who had been guiding me all these years, taking me out of the police and into new worlds. After receiving the call, Lao Huang, who was eating, immediately put down his rice bowl, and Teng Teng Teng started.

He ran back and asked me what happened.

After I immediately relayed the general situation, Lao Huang was filled with righteous indignation as I thought. He was so warm-hearted and his temper suddenly rose. He said, "My mother is a bastard in the orphanage. She eats public food and doesn't do anything. The child is lost."

At least report it to the police and file a case! What's the big deal if you want to deal with it quietly but a child reports it? Isn't this just disgusting and makes children lose trust in society from an early age?

We immediately filed a case and applied for a door-to-door investigation. Lao Huang was senior and the investigation was immediately approved. At that time, the tolerance for human traffickers was still very low. It was even more embarrassing to see this kind of thing happen in the city we were responsible for.

Getting angry.

At that time, I was ready to argue with the orphanage. I even had my baton strapped to my waist and traveled across half of the city to find the orphanage the little girl was talking about... Then I became even more angry. What was the reason?

This girl only dares to go to the police station on the other side of the city to call the police? Does this orphanage still use abuse to warn these children not to go to the police?

When the police came to the door, the orphanage should not be indifferent. The person who received us was the director of the orphanage. Her surname was Li. She was a woman in her forties. People in the orphanage called her Mother Li. She looked very kind and well-dressed.

Her clothes and accessories are also very plain, and it doesn't look like she used the orphan welfare to buy brand-name goods while lining her own pockets. But that's just the appearance. Who can tell what the actual goods are?

At that time, she seemed very surprised and surprised when she saw us coming to the door. She quickly took us to the reception room. On the way to the reception room, the children in the orphanage also gathered in a group and looked at us, looking very curious, but even more

More of it is yearning. After all, that police uniform is no different from Superman in the eyes of the children. This wonderful feeling also makes me, an auxiliary police officer who failed the civil service exam three times, straighten my waist, for fear of being in the eyes of the children.

At the same time, I became more determined to support justice and expose the despicable behavior of the management of this orphanage to criticism from all walks of life.

Lao Huang and I sat in the reception room. We were served delicious tea from the orphanage. Director Li specially took out some Dajili black tea given by parents of adopted children from the tea cabinet and made two cups of tea. Lao Huang knew the taste of the goods.

Thumbs up, but I didn’t drink - I have been full of justice since I was a child, and for Ultraman’s victory, I was even willing to play a little monster and be beaten by a kid playing Ultraman... I think Dean Li is so

It's evil people in human skin trying to bribe in front of justice.

I said with a cold face, Dean Li is good at remembering the location of the tea leaves, but I hope you can focus on remembering the children well as much as you remember the tea leaves.

My aggressiveness immediately calmed down Dean Li. Lao Huang who was beside me also coughed, probably because he was choked by the aftermath of my righteous iron fist. I stared at Dean Li coldly to see what she was doing.

I felt guilty and cowardly when I asked, and even concealed my anger and dissatisfaction, but in the end, the other party looked at the two of us blankly and said, what a good boy and good tea?

I was irritated by this pretentious trick at the time. Fortunately, Lao Huang secretly gave me a wink to calm me down. I also remembered that I was only an auxiliary police officer, and I could only assist in the police work. I still need to have experienced people to investigate the case.

Lao Huang is here.

So I sat there with a shameful face, waiting for Lao Huang to patiently tell me the whole story about how someone reported a missing child in the orphanage, but the orphanage did not report the police and did nothing. It is worth mentioning that Lao Huang was very special during the process.

Scheming did not elaborate on who reported the crime, probably because he was worried that if there was really a problem with the orphanage, the little girl would be retaliated and abused later.

After hearing this, Director Li was silent for a while, then suddenly looked at me and asked, this auxiliary police comrade, is the person who came to your police station to report the case a little girl about ten years old, wearing a light yellow dress?

Down jacket, the kind that looks so cute with a ponytail.

I said yes. The little girl went to our police station to report the crime in person. Is it false? Your orphanage is very strict and does not allow children to report the crime. Now that the investigation is so clear, are you still planning to retaliate?

Dean Li quickly waved his hand and said no, no, you misunderstood. Then he poured tea for Lao Huang very patiently and explained, this auxiliary policeman and his police comrades, to be honest with you, you are really not the first group.

The person who came to our orphanage to ask about this matter...

I was shocked at that time. We are not the first batch. Is there someone behind this Dean Li or something? Is he really covering up this one-third of an acre of land? Even the police station has no control over her!

But Dean Li immediately saw that I had misunderstood, and explained that three waves of people from the police station had come before us, all from the branch, and even once people from the main bureau came to investigate.

We are talking about the orphanage that lost a child and did not report it. As for why it has not been solved after several visits...because this incident did not happen at all!

I was stunned at the time, because according to what Director Li said, it seemed that the little girl was not the first to report the crime to me. She had already reported the crime to two or three police stations before me, and every time

Each branch also dispatched police officers to investigate, but in the end nothing happened?

Someone lied.

Lao Huang gave me a look at that time, and I immediately understood what he meant. Either Dean Li was bluffing us, or the little girl was simply reporting a false alarm... But I am more inclined

I believe the former. The little girl's eyes were red and her voice was trembling as she asked me for help. I can still see it before my eyes. That kind of collapse cannot be fake. Then it was Dean Li who spoke. This son of a bitch is dead.

He refused to plead guilty and tried to deceive him, a people's policeman... Auxiliary police officers are also considered police officers!

Dean Li noticed the distrust between me and Lao Huang, and immediately sighed, then got up and walked towards the door. At that time, I thought that this guy was going to flee in fear of crime and was about to pull out his baton to take someone, but I didn't expect that she just opened the door and walked out.

He stopped an orphanage employee and asked her in a low voice to call a child named Lin...Lin or something? It seemed to be Lin Xian?

Dean Li's voice was very low and I couldn't hear him clearly, but I recognized the little girl who walked into the reception room a few minutes later, because she was the girl who reported the crime to me. She actually slipped back without knowing when.

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Dean Li brought her to the two of us and calmly asked her to repeat what happened.

At that time, I stared at her and said, little girl, don't be afraid, I am a policeman, what do you say, don't change your words because others threaten you, I believe what you say more than your dean!

The little girl stared at me and then at Old Huang. Her eyes were still red and she didn't look like she was crying less.

She whispered to us, "My brother is missing... I can't find my brother."

I looked at her and asked patiently, what is your brother's name, how old he is, what he looks like, what color and characteristics were the clothes he was wearing when he disappeared?

The little girl said that her brother, named Lin Nian, was very cute, but he got lost two days ago.

I looked at Dean Li angrily, wanting to see what this old witch had to say, but the other party sighed deeply, squatted down and faced the little girl, held her shoulders and looked at each other, saying,

"Tell the truth to the police uncle. Have you forgotten what I have taught you not to lie? Are you going to tell the police uncle that someone is really lost in the orphanage?"

I dragged the little girl over at that time and scolded Dean Li fiercely. He was so fucking stupid. He dared to threaten other children in front of us. Is it rare to abuse and punish them in private? Where are you orphans here?

The hospital is simply a concentration camp, except that the children were sent to gas experiments...

Maybe I was too excited, and my sense of justice was so loud that it attracted people outside the reception room. Many employees opened the door and came in to ask what was going on. When they came, they saw me grabbing the little girl.

A scene where he angrily scolds Dean Li who is restrained.
To be continued...