I Just Want to Be an Ordinary Writer

——If the professor is not there, there is no problem of attendance rate.

only...

What does this collective, far-fetched, but justifiable strike mean?

Where is the abnormal?

Kira Yoshikage pinched his forehead—in short, let's go home.

Walking on the campus, Kira Yoshikage was distracted and paid attention to the people around him—as Lilith said on April [-], there were indeed a lot fewer students coming and going than before, and most of the classrooms passing by were empty. one person.

strangeness...

Wait a minute!

I'll give you a kowtow first (bang bang bang! orz

The body is in a little condition, um, a little bit.

I have been going back and forth to the hospital these days (for example, I just came back from the hospital now), the medicine prescribed by the doctor is very devilish, bitter and sleepy. I don’t know which fairy invented the medicine that melts in water.

I finally finished the medicine yesterday, I thought I was fine again, then just now... the doctor gave me more medicine (fuck)

It's still a while before dinner and taking medicine after meals, I'm off to code

Chapter 036 No More Dodging

AM10: 35

At this time, it was only 3 hours before Shan Chengxian actually fell asleep. It is very succinct to describe Shan Chengxian's state at this moment - sleepy.

But there is no way.

He appeared to be the only one who called the police for the early morning shooting.

The police came slowly, but knocked on his door very frequently - if the efficiency of the two could be exchanged, maybe everything would look normal.

Shan Chengxian felt a little uncomfortable because he was sleepy.

The policeman sitting across from Shan Chengxian didn't seem very dedicated, just drinking tea and asking inappropriate questions, and he didn't seem interested in handling the case at all.

When Shan Chengxian poured them the fifth cup of tea, he finally couldn't help but ask, "Has the murderer been caught?"

"Ok?"

The middle-aged police officer on the opposite side raised his head and looked at Shan Chengxian in disbelief: "How is it possible? It was early in the morning when the incident happened, and there was not even a ghost on the road. Ah, but there may be wild cats, but wild cats are not. Can speak human language, right? No rush, no rush."

For a moment, Shan Chengxian had a feeling that the world was crumbling.

In fact, he recognizes the middle-aged policeman in front of him-he is a very dedicated policeman. During his patrol, he is always eager to help all those who seem to be troubled, and will not let go of any problems that seem to be problematic. .Duwang Town is a small place, and this policeman has a very good reputation in this small town.

- Of course, before today.

"But."

Shan Chengxian felt that he should not use his subjective will to influence the professional process of handling the case, but he had to say: "But the surveillance at the intersection is just facing downstairs of my house, which means that the surveillance should be photographed. The prisoner's face. Uh... Maybe I didn't take a picture clearly, maybe I'm sorry, I'm not questioning your professionalism in handling the case. But!"

Shan Chengxian raised his eyes to look at the middle-aged policeman, with obvious disapproval in his almost docile eyes: "You didn't even ask me if I could see the murderer's external features clearly, the location of the crime was clearly under my balcony. Not as much as surveillance, but maybe...that's a question that has to be asked during the transcript?"

Again, to reiterate.

Shan Chengxian felt that he should not question the police in the real world with the details of the interrogation in the criminal investigation drama he had watched.

But the two policemen almost had the word "unprofessional" written on their faces.

Temporary workers are just that.

"what!"

The middle-aged policeman widened his eyes and looked at Shan Chengxian in surprise.

——His expression was very exciting, which once made Shan Chengxian feel that he was talking too much.

But the next second, the middle-aged policeman patted his head and scratched his gray hair again, and suddenly realized: "Yes! There is also surveillance!"

With that said, he recorded a few notes in the notebook.

After a while, he raised his head and asked with a smirk: "Then Mr. Shancheng, have you seen the prisoner's face?"

"..."

Shan Chengxian was silent for a while, then nodded with difficulty: "I see."

He recalled the murderer who was like a drunken cowboy, rummaged through the boxes in his own memory, and finally described all the characteristics he remembered and was sure to be correct.

The conversation continued until about 11:[-] noon.

It didn't take long, but Shan Chengxian felt exhausted.

Maybe something really isn't right.

——Not referring to the reaction of the crowd, which is the most obvious "not right", but something deeper inside...

What is it that can make a policeman who has been working hard to protect Duwang Town and doing everything he can do with due diligence before today become such an indifferent and indifferent person today?

Shan Chengxian sent the two policemen out and said goodbye to them in a low voice.

When he was about to bring it to the door, the middle-aged policeman turned his head and seemed to advise him, "Don't call the police in the early morning in the future. The police also have to rest."