Conan: I'm Really Not the Manipulator

Gushe had a bad feeling for no reason.

She glanced around and saw no suspicious people around, but parents who were worried about their children. Some candidates even had their grandparents here. She walked quickly to the side and picked up the phone.

"Hello?" She lowered her voice.

It was the call from my colleagues who were guarding downstairs. After they left, they all went up immediately. At this time, the other party's voice was urgent.

"Not found," he told her.

"?!"

"The living room, bedroom, bathroom, kitchen, all the rooms were searched... We dug under this bastard's bed and toilet, but there was nothing."

The other person was in a hurry, perhaps having just climbed up and down something troublesome and was still gasping for breath.

After listening to this, Gu Qiao suddenly understood the purpose of the other party's call.

"When the first exam is over, you can ask his daughter." The colleague said after he had calmed down.

"——Maybe she was up there helping her dad destroy the goods while we were guarding down there last night."

……

This is Gushe’s fourth year joining the anti-drug detachment. Four years of work have exposed her to too many tragedies, and she was particularly touched by one of them -

Once a person is exposed to drugs, his family will be severely affected.

This influence is multi-faceted, and it is only a small matter that affects children's college entrance examination and future failure to take the public examination. Some will force their wives and daughters to sell themselves to make money, and some female drug dealers have sold themselves, and will deliberately get pregnant to reduce their sentences.

The children born from this are complete tools, and even due to the influence of the mother, they have withdrawal reactions from the moment they land.

Gushe also met a man who neither sold nor smoked, but his wife had been addicted to drugs for many years.

The woman contracted the disease before she got married. When her husband learned about it after the marriage, he not only did not divorce immediately but tried to find a way to stay away from this danger, he told her not to go out to work, and he went to make money for her to continue smoking.

It could be said that he had evil intentions, but he didn't buy insurance for his wife, and the insurance wouldn't pay for this kind of suicide. His private life is quite clean, and he has never cheated or cheated on her.

He just keeps guarding this kind of wife - when she is caught, he waits outside; when she comes out, he allows her to continue sucking her.

Repeatedly over the years.

Gushe couldn't understand his story after hearing it, so she couldn't help but ask him why he did this.

At that time, the man had just finished visiting the drug rehabilitation center, and when he heard her words, he murmured.

"She is in too much pain. She just wants that thing. I...I really can't stand her begging me so much..."

——His words made Gushe unable to tell for a moment whether this man was the ultimate love saint or the ultimate fool.

There are countless kinds of these.

Outside the examination room, Gushe hung up the phone and glanced at the door frequently.

She was equally anxious and worried, but her mentality was heavier and more complicated than that of the parents around her.

She was worried that the team leader, who had watched her grow up like a father, would get into trouble because of his temporary kindness;

She was also worried that the girl in the examination room in front of her, the first underage relative she met after participating in anti-drug work, would really make such a big mistake.

If that's the case...

Gushe felt the time passing by little by little. At the same time, in her heart, she thought of what a teacher said after training when she was a police academy student.

"Many people now like to scold us, saying that calling the police is useless. They can't find their lost cars or the money they were defrauded from. In some family or neighborhood disputes, even if the police come to the door, they still like to go and solve the problem with Xini."

"It's true that some law enforcement officers are irresponsible these days, but that... sometimes goes both ways."

"As police officers, we have to protect not only good people, but also the people behind us, both good and bad."

"Some of them are very indifferent, some are very selfish, and some of them will do some minor evils that are beyond the legal bottom line - even if you can morally condemn them, there is actually nothing you can do about it, because it is not illegal at all."

"These people are also the ones you want to protect."

"If you go to help them, they won't appreciate it; even if you sacrifice for it, they won't be grateful, and they won't even care about it at all... Even those who are grateful will have their eyes red and they will forward a candle. The Queen still forgets everything."

"These are hard words to hear, but they are true."

"This is what being a police officer involves."

With those words still in her ears, Gushe heard the bell ringing for the end of the first exam.

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The heroine's memories are longer than the rabbit's. She didn't appear much in the beginning, so her image has to be filled in by these memories_(:з」∠)_

Chapter 200 Red and Guardian

Gushe picked up the girl among the candidates pouring out.

The Chinese language test is unlike other subjects such as mathematics and English. It is difficult to predict how well the test will go when you first finish the test. The other students came out with normal expressions, but Gu Sheo noticed that the girl looked uncomfortable.

——She is sad.

There were no traces of crying on the girl's face, but Gushe could tell from the downturned corners of her mouth that she was in a state of considerable emotional turmoil.

She remembered her colleague's words and took the girl to the community. She did not bring up the topic immediately and planned to ask the girl how she felt first.

But as soon as they reached an intersection with no one else nearby, the girl spoke first.

"Sister Gu..."

The girl asked in a muffled voice.

"——What kind of person is your father?"

Gushe was stunned, not expecting the girl to ask this.

……

dad.

This is a distant topic for corn sheaths.

"My dad...he is also a policeman."

After a few seconds of silence, she said slowly.

"But he died in the line of duty a long time ago, and I have no impression of him."

The sheath is a rare existence in this peaceful era.

She is an orphan.

Her mother died shortly after she was born. A few years later, her father was stabbed by a drug dealer during an arrest and died on the way to the hospital. He was only 27 years old when he died in the line of duty.

She lost her parents at the age of five, and was adopted by her uncle's family. Their family treated her pretty well, even her unrelated aunt treated her well and didn't treat her harshly. They sent her all the way to the Criminal Police Academy.

Many things related to her father were told to her by the team leader.

Her father would show them pictures of her, saying that he felt guilty for not being able to stay with her for a long time because of work, saying that it was difficult to tie the girl’s hair, and that when he held her close to her face, she would complain that her beard was prickly, so he started to tie her face. Repair it...

The team leader also said that at the funeral that year, she cried so hard that she choked.

——It seems that at that young age, she already knew that her father would never come back.

This scene is very sad, but as the person involved, Gushe can't remember it at all.

Gushe looked at the girl: "Why are you asking this?"

The girl looked at her too, this time with a cry in her voice.

"The essay topic for this college entrance examination is about my father, but I...I don't know how to write it at all."

She closed her eyes, tears streaming down her face, and said with a trembling voice:

"He didn't care about me before. Before my mother passed away, every time he came back he would ask for money and beat my mother. After my mother died, he started to bring back some bad friends..."

Gushe gritted her teeth. She knew what the girl said.

When the girl's father entered the drug rehabilitation center, the girl was only in the third grade of junior high school. At that time, he had a "drug friend" who also entered the drug rehabilitation center.

The man once mentioned with a disgusted expression that when he went to his house, he saw that he had a daughter. Every time the girl saw them, she would tremble and hide in the room, afraid to come out.

At that time, they would laugh outside, and some of them would shake the doorknob, shout obscene words, and make a scene to scare her. Sometimes she couldn't help but come out to use the toilet, and those things would be deliberately handed to her, and then she would not dare to come out.

Seeing the girl crying pitifully, the sheath stepped forward and hugged her.

She held her head in her arms and patted her back again and again, as she had done many times in the past few years.

"It's okay, we have captured those people."

Gushe said seriously.

At this time, she felt her phone vibrate again. She knew it was a colleague who saw the first exam was over and called to ask about the situation. She did not answer immediately: "I, we, will protect you."

The girl buried her face in her arms and hummed softly.

She knew that these were all true.

When she entered the drug rehabilitation center, her father had not yet sold drugs to support his addiction, and he had squandered most of the family's money on drugs.

Her high school tuition and living expenses in the past few years were provided by her mother's hidden savings, the head teacher of the third grade of junior high school who knew her family's situation, and Gushe.

Gushe has even prepared the expenses for her future college. With her family situation, it is very difficult to apply for scholarships. The outside world is naturally biased against the family members of drug addicts and drug dealers, even if they have not used drugs.

The girl raised her head again.

There were still tears in her eyes, but she had already escaped from those painful emotions - she was like this in the examination room just now. After being briefly sad when she saw the college entrance examination essay questions, she continued to answer the questions.

She knew she was unfortunate, but she also knew that there were so many good people trying their best to protect her.

So she can't delay herself for the bad guys.

"I want to report my dad."

As the girl spoke, she wiped away her tears with all her strength, her eyes becoming extra determined.

"He's on drugs!"

……

Eventually, the task force found the drugs.