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The part enclosed in [] in this chapter is Feng Bujue's complaints.
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The night is like a giant beast, engulfing this city full of gothic atmosphere.
The cold rain hit the puddles on the ground in clusters like sharp arrows, and the air was filled with a breath unique to metropolises—desire.
[Hey, hello... what happened, did you send the wrong manuscript? How did this start?]
My name is Schofield, Greg Schofield, an officer of the Lane City Major Crimes Unit.
[I said... Is this going to rewrite the book with Detective Schofield as the main character? Is it still unfolded from the first-person perspective...]
Driving through this night city is like sailing a sinful river. This is a corrupt place, every brick in the wall, every inch of the ground is stained with the blood of innocent people.
Robbery, fights, killings... Those beasts and devils in human skins run amok everywhere, making the kind and decent people immersed in the eternal night of sorrow and pain.
This is a never-ending war, and I am a soldier standing on the front line. My duty is to defend the boundaries of the law and wait for the arrival of every dawn.
[Does this have anything to do with this case... By the way, the author has given up on life... So I said that if you want to write wherever you want, don't pre-set thirty-three chapters, which are not long or short! Create difficulty for yourself!]
I can't remember how many times this is the first time I drive alone on patrol.
Since the death of my partner, I can see, hear, feel... those dangerous existences, a kind of intuition of foreseeing danger runs in my blood and clings to my spine.
So when I drove down Seventh Avenue and saw that teenage boy standing in the middle of the road, staring blankly at my headlights, I knew it was a trap.
I broke a deal with a gang some time ago, and it was their revenge that began...
[Ah...according to this rhythm, the monologue-style content of this old-school gangster movie must last for a whole chapter...]
The gang leader in this neighborhood is a complete villain. He is only twenty-six years old this year, but he has seventeen years of seniority in the gang. While his peers were finger-painting in elementary school, he was killing people in alleys with an Uzi.
Of course, he cannot be completely blamed for this. It is the society that created monsters like him, and he...created monsters like him one after another.
No test tubes, no nutrients, no formulas, this sinful city is a melting pot in itself.
The children in those gangs were charged with murder, drug trafficking, robbery, etc. before they were sixteen years old. I can catch them...they'll be sent to the bureau and someone from the juvenile crime unit will pick them up. But it turns out... sometime next year, they're out on the streets again, doing the same thing.
[Then what do you want... step on the gas pedal and press it, and then claim self-defense...]
Without hesitation, I stepped on the accelerator hard.
[Hey! What if you make a mistake!]
The kid dodged it quickly, rolled to the side of the road, pulled out the pistol he had in his pocket and started shooting at me.
His accomplices also poured out from the alleys on both sides, and the intertwined firepower poured around the police car.
[What kind of city did you work as a policeman before? Gotham Crime Unit is nothing more than that!]
I lowered my head, stepped on the accelerator, and tried to keep the car in the middle of the road, preventing it from hitting something and stopping. I also quickly turned on the siren on the police car, but it doesn't make much sense... The dense gunfire around is enough to attract other patrol cars nearby.
The windows of the police car were all shattered soon, and at least a dozen rounds of bullets shot into the car. For a few seconds, I was like jumping into a fish tank full of piranhas. I can't even tell how many times I was shot.
The last thing I remember before losing consciousness is... Captain Charlie dragging me out of the car. At that moment, I will never forget the expression on his face. I understood that he was really gay as rumored, and he had a crush on me.
[Hey! The amount of information is huge!]
After recuperating in the hospital for half a month, the doctor told me that I might never be able to return to my original post.
[So you moved to a remote rural town to become a police detective?]
When I first heard the news, I was devastated.
But later, I gradually realized... This is God's revelation to me, it's time to step back from the front line of good and evil.
I should have died on that street, but I didn't. Few people get a second chance, and I got it, so I cherish it.
So, I applied to my superiors and was transferred from the big city. I took my wife and daughter to a peaceful rural town and became the inspector here.
Before I left, I left a letter to Captain Charlie, the contents of which I still remember—a lot of things are always clear later, but I can no longer find the way back. Many things didn't feel bitter at the time, even if it was bitter, I don't think I cared.
[This is basically the lyrics... And are you expressing that you hate not being married when you are not married?]
In this small town, I lived a happy and peaceful life. I can get home from get off work on time every day and have more time to spend with my family.
The police station here doesn't have any major cases to deal with, most of them are family disputes. Compared with the city, this place is like a paradise.
I often say to the rookie cops here, "Back in the day, I was better than the tough guy detectives in the movies until I got shot in the knee."
[Yeah... After all, that's where Earthlings' greatest weakness lies...]
Over the years, I have often thought of Captain Charlie, but I have never contacted him, nor did he answer my letter.
[Hey... Wait... He probably wants to use the reason of investigating the case to call this Charlie...]
Today, I finally had a chance. In the course of investigating the Lovecraft murders, I met a well-known detective who needed me to connect with former colleagues and go through the illegal process of accessing a suspect's file.
[Brother... I was wrong... You'd better not make this call.]
I don't know why, but my heart is full of apprehension, but I also have some expectations.
[Most people have this kind of mood before embarking on a certain forbidden path...]
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[Hey! What does this ellipsis mean! Is the content of the call prohibited for all ages to watch? By the way, the author is already crazy... This is far beyond the level of being rejected... Are you planning to create a new style of writing? Can't you learn the irrigation skills of your peers with an open mind! Don't mess around with yourself!]RS
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