8 years after the final incident.
At 6:30 in the morning, a police car with fireworks cut through the lingering mist in the city.
She specially changed into a freshly ironed dark blue police uniform today. The slim design perfectly outlined her superior shoulder and neck lines. A small silver police badge was pinned to the collar of her shirt, shining with metallic luster in the morning light.
Her slender fingers were resting on the steering wheel, her nails were trimmed neatly and sleekly, revealing a healthy light pink. Her long orange-red hair was loosely tied up today, with a few unruly strands hanging down on the side of her neck, making the skin on the back of her neck look as delicate and smooth as mutton-fat jade.
The morning light shone through the car window onto her face, outlining her delicate profile - the full forehead, the straight nose, and the slightly upturned lips, every line was just right.
The car window was half open, and the wind with the scent of morning dew ruffled the loose hair at her temples.
She subconsciously raised her hand to adjust it, and the silver bracelet on her wrist swayed gently with the movement, reflecting tiny rays of light. In the rearview mirror, her thick eyelashes cast a small shadow under her eyes, and the slightly upward curve at the end of her eyes carried the unique charm of a mature woman.
When she stopped at the red light, her slender waist leaned forward slightly, revealing a very obvious and proud upper body curve (J cup) under her police uniform jacket. Her orange-red hair danced gently in the morning breeze, occasionally brushing against the corners of her mouth painted with light pink lipstick. Her whole body exuded a mature charm that was unique to her.
"Officer Zhong, good morning!"
When they arrived at the police station, her colleagues greeted her. Zhong Yanhua nodded with a faint smile on her lips.
"Sister Zhong is so beautiful again today!" said the new trainee police officer in amazement.
"She is also beautiful and kind-hearted. She takes good care of us new police officers. Her father is such a high-ranking official, but he never puts on airs with us. I heard that such a beautiful sister Zhong already has a boyfriend. It's so painful, not me." Another trainee police officer said with a frown.
"Don't just look at her looks and background; Xiaohua's abilities are even more remarkable," the veteran detective said admiringly. "She has the highest record in our bureau for turning back suicidal people. Those girls about to jump from buildings, when no one else can persuade them, only listen to her."
At ten o'clock in the morning, an emergency police report was received. On the rooftop of a school building, a seventeen-year-old girl was standing on the edge, her thin school uniform rustling in the wind.
When Zhong Yanhua arrived, the downstairs was already crowded with people, the fire cushion had not been laid out yet, and the girl was about to fall.
She rushed upstairs without waiting for instructions.
The moment the rooftop door was pushed open, the girl turned around suddenly with a blank look in her eyes: "Don't come over!"
Zhong Yanhua stopped and slowly raised her hands.
"Okay, I won't go over." Zhong Yanhua's voice was soft but clear: "Can you listen to me for a few words?"
The wind was very strong, ruffling her bright orange hair. A few strands stuck to her lips, but she didn't brush them away.
"I've done something similar to you before." Zhong Yanhua continued.
The girl who jumped off the building was stunned.
"Many years ago, I also felt that if that person didn't love me, I wouldn't be able to live." Zhong Yanhua smiled: "Then I found out that I really couldn't live without him. Then I did something to gain love. Want to know what it was?"
The girl became interested, and Zhong Yanhua slowly walked to the girl, pulled her back, and told her the method, and the girl was saved.
This is the daily life of Zhong Yanhua, a police officer in Haicheng Municipal Bureau who is responsible for persuading suicidal people to return and promoting suicide prevention.
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In Haicheng's stadium, which can accommodate 50,000 people, the sound waves surged like a tide, and a brilliant sea of blue glow sticks undulated in the stadium. The audience's uniform cheers made the air tremble slightly.
The lifting platform in the center of the stage slowly rose, and a spotlight accurately hit the beautiful and dazzling figure.
"Chen Jingwei! Chen Jingwei! Chen Jingwei!" The screams reached their peak in an instant.
The moment the lights came on, the girl with long sea-blue hair turned around to the beat of the music, and the ends of her high ponytail drew a graceful arc in the air.
She was wearing a custom-made stage costume today, a blue and white gradient starry sky dress. The upper part was a close-fitting tube top design, showing off her proud bust and slender waist, while the lower part was a three-layered puffy miniskirt, showing off her long and straight legs to the fullest.
As the music started, she held the microphone and began to sing and dance. Her calves were wrapped in white stockings with blue bows tied at the tops. Every time she lifted her legs, their hair swayed beautifully. Her long dark blue hair was like the flowing night sky, and special fluorescent powder fell between her hair as she moved. As her skirt fluttered, the dimples on her waist were faintly visible, and the tight and graceful back lines formed a breathtaking picture.
In the close-up shot, the beads of sweat from the tip of her nose sparkled under the light. When the last chorus broke out, she suddenly pulled out the rope of her high ponytail, and her blue hair cascaded down like a waterfall, shining with beauty.
This is not an AI picture, it is an Internet picture, which is obviously much better looking.
"Ah! Ah! So beautiful!"
"It's a picture I can remember for the rest of my life."
"It's so beautiful. I can't take it anymore. Please give me some quick-acting heart pills."
The audience's praises and screams almost blew the roof off.
After three consecutive dances, the music turned into a soothing melody. Chen Jingwei walked to the edge of the stage, sweat sliding down her delicate collarbone.
She took the water handed to her by the staff and the moment she tilted her head back to drink, the close-up of her throat lines on the big screen caused another wave of excitement.
During the brief interval when Chen Jingwei was drinking water, the audience was deeply shocked:
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