The bullet broke through the air and shot into Yao Qingtian's forehead. The impact force threw him backwards, his body leaning back, and his hand holding the dagger retreated.

The child trapped in his chest fell down instantly and collapsed to the ground.

The police reacted quickly, but the police closest to Yao Qingtian had already been forced downstairs by him, so at this moment, the murderer was only surrounded by panicked reporters.

After a few seconds of fear, one of the men reacted first and rushed towards Yao Qingtian. While he was stumbling backwards, he grabbed the child's arms and quickly pulled him away.

Other reporters came over, some took photos, some turned around to ask, "How is the child?", and some were still looking at Yao Qingtian, who was staggering but not falling, in astonishment. They didn't know whether this person was going to die or the bullet had not hit the vital part of his brain.

After all, there are some people who can survive with a knife through the head, and bullets can be stuck in the brain for decades as if nothing happened.

Therefore, although someone bravely pulled the child away, no one dared to step forward and hold Yao Qingtian down.

For the murderer, even if he is now seriously injured and is very likely to die, everyone is still wary.

Yi Jiayi pushed the crowd aside, ran quickly to the second floor, walked through the path that the media people automatically made way for, and went straight to Yao Qingtian.

Tan Sanfu and Jiu Shu followed her, one of them still holding a gun and guarding at all times, while the other took off the handcuffs from his waist and prepared to arrest people.

Yao Qingtian staggered and leaned against the iron door behind him. His eyes were distracted for a moment, and suddenly he found a trace of clarity in the confusion.

He turned his eyes left and right, stretched out his hand and wiped the blood flowing from the bullet hole on his forehead.

He raised his bloody hand in front of his eyes, took a look, and seemed to finally understand what happened.

The other hand held the knife, still waving it in front of him without any method to prevent others from getting close.

After a few seconds of hesitation, he saw Yi Jiayi and three other policemen running towards him. He suddenly laughed in surprise, his voice stuck in a kind of hoarse tone that was close to death, and he shouted with all his might:

"Officer Yi! You did it! You are really great! Hahaha..." He

was like a madman, frightening everyone.

The reporters stepped back unconsciously. Even though they pointed their cameras at Yao Qingtian and pressed the shutter at Yao Qingtian, they couldn't bear to look at him.

I don't know if it was fear or what, but an inexplicable sense of horror lingered in everyone's heart.

At the moment when there should have been a quarrel, everyone was silent tacitly.

Yi Jiayi didn't care what he shouted at all. After rushing to Yao Qingtian, he kicked him on the wrist, and the dagger was kicked away.

The plainclothes policeman who ran up from the other side stepped on the dagger, asked for a tissue from the person next to him, and then carefully picked up the dagger.

"Click!" With a sound, Uncle Jiu's handcuffs were already on Yao Qingtian's hands.

However, after laughing, the other party suddenly became listless and it became difficult for him to stand. After his hands were handcuffed, he fell directly towards Uncle Jiu under the control of Uncle Jiu.

Uncle Jiu supported Yao Qingtian. Yi Jiayi observed the situation around and called Sanfu to call an ambulance. She also called the female plainclothes police who played the couple to call the headquarters to report the situation.

At this time, the uniformed police who were transferred finally arrived and began to circle the cordon under the arrangement of Sanfu to drive away the media and onlookers.

"Don't crowd around him. Open the windows and doors to give him some fresh air." Jiayi knocked on the doors of the rooms to the left and right of the child, and asked all tenants to open the doors and windows. She also leaned on the railing and asked loudly if there was a doctor nearby. When she returned to Yao Qingtian, he was already slumped on the ground with his eyelids half closed.

Jiayi squatted in front of Yao Qingtian, patted his face, checked his eyes, and then frowned and looked up at Uncle Jiu.

"The pupils are starting to dilate." She shook her head. Yao Qingtian was finally going to die. He didn't become the lucky guy who survived a bullet in the brain.

...

When the reporters were pushed outside the cordon by the uniformed police and could no longer get close to the crime scene, they gradually began to come back to their senses.

Although they have been traveling around for many years and have witnessed many things, this is definitely the first time they have personally experienced such a murder scene.

It may be the only time in their lives.

Everyone is still trembling with fear. Even though the incident is over, the police have begun to clean up the scene, and everything around them has become orderly, the feeling of chaos still remains in their hearts.

They seem to have caught their breath, no longer holding their breath, tensing their muscles, staring with their eyes wide open, forgetting to blink, and even shedding tears without knowing it.

But they seem to have not yet completely recovered, and Yao Qingtian's crazy screams seem to still echo in their ears. Although it was not extremely bloody, it was similar to the "uncanny valley effect", which made everyone's fingertips numb, speechless, stunned, and confused.

Until the ambulance took Xiaotong and Yao Qingtian away, the police from the Forensic Department rushed into the conflict scene on the second floor, and Inspector Guo from the Public Relations Department finally arrived and took over the social interaction with the media... Everyone finally regained their reason and language ability one by one.

It turned out that the police officers were dealing with such crazy beasts every day? !

Inspector Guo Yongyao stood on the first floor and looked up at the upper floor. He first crossed the cordon and had some simple communication with Yi Jiayi and Fang Zhenyue who rushed to the scene later, and then went downstairs to negotiate with the media.

The reporters who used to be rude and sharp in their words were getting along well with each other today, which was rare.

Even the most irritating reporters who were the most disrespectful to the police and liked to ask extreme questions became polite, and even said many things that made Guo Yongyao almost cry with joy:

"The Hong Kong Police Force is really not easy. Being a police officer is such a hard job."

"It must be difficult to be a police officer and still remain rational, or even maintain a cheerful state of mind? Tsk..." (full of understanding and admiration)

"Wow, that Officer Yi, met such people, was admired and entangled by such people, and was still able to catch criminals without being disturbed. Tsk, tsk, do police officers have to be strong inside to do this?"

"Yi Shazhan was interviewed by the media before, and he was in good condition and full of energy. He couldn't be forcing himself, right?"

"Do police officers have nightmares? Do they need psychological counseling after each case is completed?"

"Wow, it's already so rare that these police officers haven't been contaminated by the terrible murderers..."

After dealing with these media people, Guo Yongyao finally took a breath. When he looked up, Yi Jiayi and others were still busy. He couldn't help but frowned:

Wow! The glory of the police force! The image of the police force!

It all depends on you!

He covered his chest with his right hand and smiled with relief.

...

…

Every police officer at the scene was like a clockwork, as if no matter what happened, the work had to be done one by one, without omissions, and carried out efficiently.

When they finally breathed a sigh of relief, they were able to take a break and think about what kind of things they had experienced and what kind of people they met.

Yesterday, they seemed to be still thinking about how to catch the tail of the cunning murderer, racking their brains, looking for the little clues in the difficult environment - keep going, keep going, and can't let it break.

Turning around and looking around, probably no one had thought at the beginning of the case that it would end in this way.

Uncle Jiu had finished all the work procedures and was now rubbing his nose with his fist. Perhaps because of his emotional ups and downs, he was too excited to calm down. He finally turned around and hooked his finger at Sanfu.

Sanfu was very familiar with this hooking gesture. There was a space between his index finger and middle finger for a cigarette. That was the little gesture they used to make when they smoked together before, asking each other for cigarettes.

He reached into his pocket and took out two cigarettes, one for Uncle Jiu and one for himself.

He pressed the lighter, and the red and blue flames flickered. He handed it to Uncle Jiu, but Uncle Jiu changed his mind again.

He waved his hands, holding the cigarette in his mouth, and turned to the corner, leaning against the wall, with the tip of his tongue touching the cigarette butt, his eyes looking at the hole in the iron sheet where the bullet shot through Yao Qingtian's head.

Jiayi walked towards Uncle Jiu, stood on tiptoe, and gently touched Uncle Jiu's shoulder with her shoulder.

Uncle Jiu turned his head to look at her, and smiled subconsciously.

Jiayi saw Uncle Jiu smile, so she smiled too, with two pairs of curved eyes, one like a crescent moon, and the other surrounded by wrinkles and showing vicissitudes, but both were equally full of gentleness and kindness.

"Uncle Jiu, the sharpshooter." Jiayi tilted her head and raised her eyebrows, wiping off all the aura and prestige on her body, as if she had returned to the sweet and soft time when she first joined the police force, caring and lovely, using her kindness and beauty to warm everyone around her.

"..." Lin Wangjiu's eyes were inexplicably sore. He looked away, raised his head and took a deep breath, and the cigarette in his mouth was high. After a long time, he turned his head, held back his tears, and looked at Jiayi again, whispering:

"After this case is over, I will retire."

"...I know." Jiayi nodded, stretched out her hand and squeezed the wrist of Uncle Jiu in his pocket. When she

first joined the serious crime team, it was Uncle Jiu who took her to worship Guan Gong.

At that time, Brother Yue asked her to hold a press conference with the Public Relations Department, and it was Uncle Jiu who accompanied her.

Uncle Jiu also taught her how to buy the Mark Six lottery…

“Eleven, thank you for letting me shoot this one.” Uncle Jiu leaned back and hid his head and face in the shadows, as if he was hiding some emotions that he was embarrassed to express, but his trembling voice when he spoke still revealed too much.

Jiayi raised her face and laughed sourly, and finally took a step forward, catching up with Uncle Jiu who was shyly avoiding expressing his emotions, opened her right arm, and gently hugged the old man.

…

Although the reporters downstairs were blocked outside the cordon, they stood on the table, tiptoed, raised the camera, and still tried their best to shoot this scene.

The staff of this big TV station finally connected the network and power lines after going through untold hardships, and achieved a live broadcast before Yao Qingtian was killed.

The crowd in front of the TV unexpectedly saw Yi Jiayi making hand gestures to Uncle Jiu with her back to him; saw Uncle Jiu gritting his teeth and staring, and after receiving the signal, he raised his gun without hesitation and pulled the trigger at Yao Qingtian's face; they also saw the police's series of intensive work after Yao Qingtian fell, and the most real emotional interaction between the police officers when the work was about to end.

They are brothers and sisters who stand shoulder to shoulder and back to back on the battlefield, and they are also relatives who trust and rely on each other.

In front of the TV, the citizens who had just experienced a variety of feelings such as horror, shock, tension, excitement, excitement, and relief, were still blushing and staring, dizzy in the aftermath of the live broadcast of the case. Now they were suddenly infected, tears streaming down their faces, holding hands with friends and family around them, hugging, and crying.

This is a day when the Hong Kong Justice Action has moved the hearts of all citizens, and it is also a day when this city is once again moved to tears by courage and sincerity.