In this chapter, the part that was framed by 'was Feng Bujue's complaint.
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The night was like a giant beast, swallowing up the city that was filled with a Gothic atmosphere.
The cold rain hit the puddles on the ground like sharp arrows, and the air was filled with a unique smell of the metropolis — desire.
[Hey … What happened? Did you send the wrong script? What's with the opening?]
My name is Scofield, Grek Scofield, a police officer in Lane City's Major Crimes Division.
[I say … Is this a new book with Detective Scofield as the main character? Is it from a first-person perspective …]
Driving through the city at night was like rowing a boat in a river of sin. This was a depraved place. Every brick on the wall and every inch of the ground was stained with the blood of the innocent.
Robbing, fighting, slaughtering … those beasts and devils in human skin ran amok everywhere, causing the kind and righteous people to be immersed in sorrow and pain.
This was a war that would never end, and I was a warrior standing on the frontline. My duty was to defend the boundaries of the law and wait for the dawn to come.
[What does this have to do with the case … Speaking of which, the author has already given up on life … That's why I said, if you want to write wherever you want, don't set a thirty-three chapter setting in advance! You're making it difficult for yourself!]
I couldn't remember how many times I drove alone on patrol.
Ever since my partner died, I could see, hear, and feel … the existence of danger. An intuition of foresight flowed in my blood and attached to my back.
So, when I drove past Seventh Street and saw the teenager standing in the middle of the road, looking at my headlights with a wooden face, I knew it was a trap.
I broke a deal with a gang not long ago, and their revenge began …
[Ah … At this rate, this monologue from an old-school police movie will probably last for an entire chapter …]
The gang leader of this neighborhood was a complete villain. He was only 26 years old, but he had been in the gang for 17 years. When his peers were drawing finger pictures in elementary school, he was already killing people in the alleys with an Uzi.
Of course, it wasn't entirely his fault. It was society that created monsters like him, and he … created more and more monsters just like him.
There was no need for test tubes, nutrients, or formulas; this sinful city itself was a furnace.
The kids in the gangs were charged with murder, drug trafficking, robbery, and so on before they were 16 years old. I could arrest them … They would be sent to the police station, and the people from the juvenile delinquency department would take them away. But in the end … at some point next year, they would appear on the streets again, doing the same thing.
[Then what do you want to do? Step on the gas pedal and claim it was self-defense?]
I didn't hesitate and stepped on the gas pedal.
[Hey! What if you made a mistake!]
The kid dodged quickly, rolled to the side of the road, pulled out the pistol he had hidden in his pocket, and started shooting at me.
His accomplices also poured out from the alleys on both sides, and intertwined their firepower around the police car.
What kind of city were you a police officer in the past? Even the Gotham Major Crime Unit isn't that good!]
I lowered my head and stepped on the gas pedal. I tried to keep the car in the middle of the road to prevent it from crashing into something. I also quickly turned on the siren on the police car, but it didn't mean much … The surrounding gunshots were enough to attract other nearby patrol cars.
The windows of the police car shattered, and at least ten bullets entered the car. In those few seconds, it was like I had jumped into a fish tank filled with piranhas. I couldn't even tell how many bullets I had taken.
Before I lost consciousness, the last thing I remembered was Captain Charlie dragging me out of the car. At that moment, I would never forget the expression on his face. I understood that he was really gay like the rumors said, and he had feelings for me.
[Hey! That's a lot of information!]
After half a month in the hospital, the doctor told me that I might not be able to return to my old job.
[So you moved to a remote town in the countryside to become a detective?]
When I first heard the news, I was devastated.
But later, I slowly realized … this was a sign from God. It was time to retreat from the front line of good and evil.
I should have died on that street, but I didn't. Very few people get a second chance, but I got it, so I had to cherish it.
So, I applied to be transferred away from the city. I brought my wife and daughter to a peaceful rural town and became a detective there.
Before I left, I left a letter for Captain Charlie. I still remember the content. Many things only become clear later, but I can't find my way anymore. Many things didn't feel bitter at the time, and even if they were bitter, I don't think I would have cared.
[That's just a song. Are you trying to express your regret that you didn't meet before you got married?]
In this small town, I was able to live a happy and peaceful life. Every day, I could go home on time and spend more time with my family.
The police station here didn't have any major cases to deal with, and most of them were just family disputes. Compared to the city, this place was like a paradise.
I often said to the rookie police officers here, "Back then, I was better than those tough detectives in the movies, until I was shot in the knee."
[Yeah … After all, that's the biggest weakness of the earthlings.]
Over the years, I often thought of Captain Charlie, but I never contacted him, and he didn't reply to my letter.
[Hey … Wait a minute … Don't tell me he's trying to use the case as an excuse to call Charlie …]
Today, I finally had an opportunity. In the process of investigating the Lovecraft family murder case, I met a well-known detective. He needed me to contact my former colleagues and go through an illegal process to check a suspect's file.
[Brother … I was wrong … Don't make this call.]
I don't know why, but my heart was full of anxiety, but also some anticipation.
[Most people feel like this before they embark on a forbidden path …]
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[Hey! What does this ellipsis mean? Is the content of the call prohibited for all ages? Speaking of which, this author must be crazy … This is far beyond the level of being rejected … Are you preparing to create some kind of new genre? Why couldn't he learn the skills of his peers?! Don't mess around!]
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