Ling Ping'an sat at the counter with lingering fear.
"This world is really scary!" He looked at the kitten in his arms.
"I was fine, staying in the shop, drinking tea and singing, but I was held hostage by someone with a knife..."
"It's too scary!"
"I want to vote for the Gonghe Party in this year's election..."
For two hundred years, the Gonghe Party's unchanged proposition was to tighten immigration, reduce external attention, and do their own things with all their might.
Don't ask. If you ask, it means that those who are not of our race must have different intentions!
But he didn't know why.
He was a little too excited.
The scene from not long ago kept replaying in his mind.
That heavy blow...
The echo of knocking on the skull...
The power of the palm... was really a little cool...
"Could it be that I have a tendency to be violent?" Ling Ping'an thought to himself.
"Impossible!" He immediately denied it.
"Ever since I was young, other than killing fish and shrimps, I've never even hurt a bird..."
Knock, knock, knock...
At this moment, there was a knock on the door.
Ling Ping'an looked over and saw that it was the burly police officer.
He quickly got up and opened the door.
"Mr. Police Officer..." he asked carefully, "How is that person?"
"I'm here to inform Young Master..." the burly police officer said carefully, "That foreigner has died in the hospital after failing to save him..."
In fact, the werewolf didn't need to be rescued at all.
The moment he saw the other party, he knew that there was no hope.
Therefore, he directly brought him to the Blackguard's branch and went to the forensic room.
"Dead..." Ling Ping'an's eyes widened.
"Yes..." the police officer said carefully, "I'm here on orders to consult you..."
"Do you have anything to say about this incident?"
As he spoke, the burly police officer couldn't help but complain in his heart, "It's already like that, and you still think it can live?"
However, the strict orders of his boss made the police officer choose his words carefully and cautiously.
Ling Ping'an listened to the police officer's words without any doubt.
That was because the Federal Empire had a tradition of killing in self-defense since ancient times. Instead, it was a meritorious deed!
As early as the Han Dynasty, ancient jurists had already confirmed that any criminal who took hostages, robbed, stole, and bullied women and children would be killed immediately.
In ancient times, people who did this would be rewarded by the state.
Now, although it was not that exaggerated.
But self-defense was not a crime, especially in a citizen's own private home. It was already public knowledge that self-defense was unlimited.
Therefore, Ling Ping'an only deliberated over his words for a moment before saying to the other party, "I request that the relevant parties be held accountable!"
The other party immediately picked up his notebook and began to jot it down.
"I demand an explanation from the relevant authorities!"
"We must ensure that something like this does not happen again!"
These were all necessary.
The Customs, the Immigration Bureau, and the relevant departments must strengthen their supervision. They must not let such dangerous people in.
How scary was what happened in the evening?
If it wasn't for the kitten Bastet suddenly forming a group, he might have died.
Therefore, these requests were very reasonable.
It was also a legal right protected by the Federal Empire's Charter: Citizens had the right to ask state institutions to make the necessary response when they were in personal danger!
"As for the deceased …" He thought about it. In the end, death was the most important thing. "Since he has already paid the price, I will not pursue his responsibility anymore!"
Hmm …
Forgive and forget whenever possible!
Thinking about the foreigner, he did not seem to be rich.
Since he was already dead, there was no need to forcefully pursue his family's financial compensation.
However, Ling Ping'an did not notice that every time he said one, the police officer's body would tremble, and his heart would be filled with sorrow.
Because he more or less knew a little inside information.
He knew that Guangnan was already furious because of this matter.
There was already a person directly in charge of the customs who was sent to Beihai to plant corn.
If these conditions were handed in, he was afraid that countless people would follow him to plant corn.
After sending the police officer away, Ling Ping'an patted his chest.
"Why did I kill someone?" He asked the kitten.
Meow!
The kitten rubbed its head against his chest.
"I didn't do it on purpose!" Ling Ping'an looked at the ground where the foreigner had fallen. "When you get down there, don't blame me..."
"Of course..." he raised his head. "There are no ghosts in this world..."
"Sigh..." he sighed and thought of the foreigner.
"Why do you think you did it?"
"Even if you encounter financial difficulties or have emotional problems..."
"There's no need to harm society... and there's no need to point a knife at an ordinary person like me..."
"How did he die..." Ling Ping'an felt a little guilty.
"Maybe he had a genetic disease... high blood pressure, heart disease or something..."
"I only accelerated his death..." The young and law-abiding bookstore owner tried his best to find a haven for his conscience.
After all, that was a life!
Everyone's life was precious.
"He might be the father of a few children..." Ling Ping'an thought about the other party's age.
"He might also be someone's husband..."
"Perhaps his parents are still alive... Perhaps his grandparents are waiting for him to come home..."
He looked at the kitten Bastet's beautiful amber eyes and asked, "Bastet, do you think... I should ask Jiangcheng City to donate some money to his family anonymously?"
"More or less, express your apology?"
Meow!
The kitten meowed briskly.
Ling Ping'an picked up the phone and dialed the number left by the police officer just now.
"Hello, Mr. Police Officer..." he said, "I would like to ask you to convey my sincere apology to the family and relatives of the deceased..."
"Hmm..." he looked at his balance, gritted his teeth, and said, "In addition, I would also like to ask you to donate 4,444 Chinese yuan to the family and relatives of the deceased anonymously..."
"Although it's not much..."
"But..."
"Hmm?"
"Okay, thank you!"
Ling Ping'an hung up the phone and sighed.
"If I were a rich man, I might be able to give a little more..."
"But I'm just an ordinary person. I still have to leave living expenses and utilities bills... so I can only give you half..."
His balance was only eight thousand eight hundred and eighty-eight.
Splitting half of it was already the limit.
After all, he was just sympathizing. It was just that his conscience couldn't get over it.
But he wasn't a saint.
From a legal point of view, he was already very magnanimous not to pursue the joint and several liability of the other party's relatives and ask for financial compensation.
Now, donating a few thousand yuan of consolation money was already the impact of the Federal Empire's many years of education on him.
Equality, respect, mutual help, benevolence...
This was the content written in primary school textbooks.
It was also the slogan engraved in university classrooms.
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