Police officer Chen Shu

Chapter 777 Loss
I feel a little dizzy.

Chen Shu sat on the ground, leaning against the car.

I recalled the chase from a few years ago, when the target was hailed as the most intelligent kidnapper since the founding of the People's Republic of China.

That day, he was also chasing the suspect in his car. Just like in a movie, a surge of passion got the better of him, and he stepped on the gas and rammed the suspect's car, causing it to overturn.

It flipped upside down and the car almost exploded.

However, at that time I was young and impetuous, and I was forced by the situation to do so.

Unlike today, car crashes happen naturally, and accelerating is like pressing the "fast forward" button in a movie, at 3X or 5X speeds.

I was surprisingly calm. Looking back now, I realize I was unusually composed, as if it were all just a natural occurrence, nothing serious.

When did I, who always cherished my life, become so reckless?

Or is he the workaholic from Dongzhou?

Ah, a prophecy fulfilled.

A few years ago in my hometown, the locals affectionately gave me this nickname. I thought it was a joke after a misunderstanding, but I never expected it to become true.

"Director Chen, want one?"

A shadow fell over, and Chen Shu, who was sitting on the ground leaning against the car tire, subconsciously looked up. Under the streetlight, the person's face was sometimes bright and sometimes dark, making it difficult to make out.

"Little Qiang?" Chen Shu covered his forehead, dazed.

"Xiao Qiang? Who is Xiao Qiang?" The voice came again, with a hint of doubt, followed by a relieved laugh, "Haha, Chen Da, you're too tired. You need to get some rest after this case is over. I'm Zhu Yiba."

The name "Zhu Yiba" pulled Chen Shu back from his memories, and for a moment, it felt as if Chen Shu had returned to the past.

At the time, he was driving alone in the mountains, chasing after the kidnappers. Xiaoqiang was also driving behind him in a car, chasing desperately, afraid of losing him.

Xiao Qiang, ever since he was discharged from the army and came to Zhongshan Institute, has never stopped causing trouble.

He was a household registration administrator with a 9-to-5 job, but he preferred to go to the security team's office where the work hours were reversed.

He loves to volunteer for overtime work for the security team, whether there's something to do or not. When he's working, he's always on the front line, with a happy expression on his face, enjoying himself immensely.

Later, when I went to Myanmar, this guy was like a plaster, sticking to me and I couldn't get rid of him.

Finally, in order to become a real policeman, he actually went to southern Xinjiang, thousands of miles away from his hometown.

Ugh, I really have no idea what's going on in that little head of his?
Recalling the past, Chen Shu couldn't help but smile, waved to accept the cigarette, and sighed, "It's nothing, I just remembered a young brother. He's like you, a retired soldier, um, a reconnaissance soldier."

Following Xiaoqiang's example, Chen Shu also emphasized the words "reconnaissance soldier".

This is a pride etched into their very bones.

However, things have changed drastically since then.

"Oh, he's also a former military officer. Is he in our brigade now? What's his full name? I don't recall having anyone like him in our brigade."

Zhu Yiba didn't seem to care much about the not-so-clean ground. He plopped down next to Chen Shu, lit a cigarette, and then took out a lighter from his pocket and held it out to Chen Shu.

However, a long time passed, and even when his elbows started to ache from holding the lighter up, the person still hadn't brought it to him.

Zhu Yiba glanced at the person sitting next to him with a puzzled look.

Although the other person was smiling, their eyes were dull and lifeless, as if they were seeing not the scenery in front of them, but the loneliness deep in their heart.

Zhu Yiba couldn't understand Chen Shu's sudden sadness, but this momentary sorrow was inescapable, as if he too was drawn into it.

He lit the cigarette in his mouth with a lighter, looked into the distance, and thought of his comrades who had sacrificed their lives on the frontier.

Little Fatty and the class monitor, I wonder how they are doing in heaven.

The two sat on the ground, smoking, letting the smoke swirl in the air, then slowly rise into the sky and dissipate.

The grayness might just carry away the memories of the past.

"Chen Da, you're really ruthless."

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"You don't act like a civil servant at all."

“Hey, we police officers can’t act like civil servants, or we’ll just drive ourselves crazy.” “Yeah, that’s true. I’ve heard Zhang Qing say all the time, ‘Treat the police well with a word, govern the police strictly with a book.’ Chen Da, is it really that exaggerated?”

"The latest claim is that 'strict management is a form of care, and strict discipline of the police is a form of preferential treatment for the police.' Sigh, it's all just nonsense spread by those guys sitting in the office who don't understand the realities of the situation. But Zhang Qing has gone quite a bit bald because of this."

"Haha, that's true. The bureau originally arranged for him to go to the police station, but I heard he refused to submit even at the cost of his life."

"Yes, I'd rather die in the hands of the SWAT team."

"But then again, our SWAT team is really more naive than the others. Haha, naivety is a blessing!"

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Feeling a tightness in his chest, Chen Shu took out a lighter from his pocket, lit it, and used it as a temporary measure to heal his wounds.

"Brother Ba, we need you to come and lend a hand." Jiang Hai, standing across the road, waved in their direction.

"Alright, I'm coming right now." Zhu Yiba patted his butt and stood up, glancing back at Chen Shu, who was still sitting on the ground.

Under the streetlights, hidden in the shadows beneath the car, it was impossible to see clearly.

Zhu Yiba jogged away.

Chen Shu quietly looked at each person one by one.

Zhu Yiba, Chen Chuan, Jiang Hai, and Huang Mao.

Zhu Yiba remained calm, perhaps because he had done a lot of risky business on the frontier over the years, and this kind of car accident and arrest was commonplace in his eyes.

Huang Mao followed his old platoon leader with a natural expression.

Although Chen Chuan was still cursing and swearing, he was quick and agile, showing no sign that the previous impact had had much of an effect on him.

I guess I've gotten used to it.

Jiang Hai, a police academy student, was like a newborn calf unafraid of tigers. He kept chattering away on the sidelines while they worked, and his excitement showed no signs of waning.

I just don't know if it will corrupt the little guy.

This kid is still studying at the police academy. If this idea takes root in his mind and he thinks that this is how the police arrest people, who knows what kind of trouble he might cause if he acts in this way after he graduates and returns to Donghai.

Chen Shu couldn't help but laugh, but his expression turned serious in an instant.

They, not one can be missing, not one can be missing.
In a daze, another inappropriate scene entered Chen Shu's mind.

That was a woman's back view.

She stood on a small hill, with an old town behind her, looking like a Chinese town from the 1980s or 90s.

She was wearing a white dress, her hair was tousled by the wind, and her long, black hair was flying in the air.

She was holding a camera.

Then, she turned around and looked back, her eyes shining brightly.

"So, Officer Chen, as a people's police officer..."

How can you be so self-righteous and say such irresponsible things?

Chen Shu suddenly woke up with a start, suddenly remembering his conversation with her at the Japanese restaurant some time ago.

At that time, Chen Shu always used his reality to explain her ideals.

Is it fear of loss, or is it that we learn to cherish things precisely because we have lost them?

To this day, he still hasn't found the answer to who is right and who is wrong.

He took out his phone, switched to WeChat, and clicked on the familiar profile picture. The image that remained was the same one he had sent to the other person yesterday, asking about their recent situation.

no reply.

A sense of unease crept into Chen Shu's heart.

On the hillside, the woman lowered her head slightly, her long, cascading hair obscuring her bright eyes.

"I also hope that someone is afraid of losing me."

(End of this chapter)