However, the man on the fifth floor had a good attitude and was probably a timid and introverted person. Bai Song didn't say much and directly took Sanmi and the man to the sixth floor.
This household on the sixth floor has a very old decoration style, which is the most common double-door layout.
Outside, there is an iron door that opens outwards. The main frame is angle tubes, steel bars and iron wires. The whole is hollow. Inside is a yellow-green wooden door. The door is very dirty and broken. Bai Song strongly suspects that this door should be about the same age as it is, and it is very likely that it has not been cleaned since it was installed.
Bai Song's uniform was not very clean. There were not many policemen in the police station who wore clean clothes. After all, they did the dirtiest and most basic work every day. So Bai Song didn't care too much and just knocked on the door.
After a while, no one answered.
"Is there no one here?" Bai Song asked the man on the fifth floor.
"I don't know... maybe he went out?" The man on the fifth floor said uncertainly, "No, I'll knock on the door and try?"
"Forget it, let me do it." Bai Song knocked on the door hard.
About half a minute later, Bai Song and others were about to leave, and the wooden door inside opened.
There is no light in the room.
It was around nine in the morning in midsummer and the sky was bright, but there was hardly any light in the house, as if curtains were drawn everywhere.
As the inner door opened, Bai Song looked through the iron door and got a rough idea of what was inside. Moreover, a musty smell hit him in the face.
This smell is quite familiar to Bai Song, it is just a simple moldy smell, barely tolerable.
When the man behind him smelled the smell, his face changed and he quickly took a few steps back. The corridor was already narrow, and when he stepped back, he pushed Sanmi to the back.
"What's up?"
Only then did Bai Song see the appearance of the person inside. He looked to be a man in his 50s, with messy hair like a golden eagle's nest. His features were not very obvious under the light, but his voice was very uncomfortable to listen to. It seemed that he had not spoken for a long time.
"There's a water leak in your living room. The ceiling downstairs is flooded. Can I go in and take a look?"
After Bai Song finished speaking, about five seconds later, the man in the room nodded, slowly turned around, turned on the light at the door, and walked in, "Come in."
Bai Song suspected that this so-called lamp was the same age as this door.
The incandescent lamp, covered with a thick layer of dirt, released its tiny ray of light with difficulty, allowing Bai Song, who was familiar with the brightness, to barely see that this was an aisle.
Bai Song opened the iron door and stepped in.
The man in front walked very slowly. Bai Song quickly adapted to the dim light and lowered his head to look at the road.
The things in the house and the gloomy environment were very harmonious with the overall smell. Bai Song could hardly imagine how people could live in such an environment. It was extremely difficult to walk on the ground and there was no place to put his feet.
Bai Song looked at the ground, then at the man in front of him, his eyes fixed.
What is that in his hand!
Bai Songping took a deep breath and stood two meters behind the man. He immediately saw the knife.
A machete, a machete that is almost 30 centimeters long!
At this moment, Bai Song calmed down all of a sudden. He was not nervous at all, nor did he feel any fear. With his adrenaline rushing, Bai Song instantly made the right choice - retreat.
Originally, Bai Song only took two steps in and then withdrew one step.
Perhaps Bai Song's movements were too fast, the man immediately noticed Bai Song's departure and turned around immediately. After less than half a second of hesitation, he rushed towards Bai Song.
When the man downstairs saw this scene, he immediately retreated and pushed Sanmi out with him.
Sanmi was blocked and didn't know what was going on, so he quickly grabbed the handrail of the stairs and wanted to go forward to help.
Before he reached three meters, the disheveled man rushed over.
Bai Song didn't even remember that he was carrying a gun at this moment. In fact, it was too late for him to remember. Bai Song pulled the iron gate over and held it tightly.
The disheveled man suddenly bumped into the iron door, which was pushed open to a gap of more than ten centimeters. Bai Song then pushed it back with force.
Having lost the momentum from the first attack, the man inside the house tried to push it open a few more times but still failed.
Although he was quite strong, he was still far inferior to Bai Song, who was of such a physique. After three or five times, he couldn't push open any gap at all.
At this moment, Sanmi ran over and helped Baisong hold up the door.
The man in the room seemed even more violent and started to chop the door with a knife.
After a few cuts, the barbed wire was torn. If I cut a few more times, maybe I could cut the wire off and let my hand come out.
Bai Song no longer hesitated at this moment and took out his gun directly, "Don't move!"
Bai Song often practiced this action. Every time he went to the shooting range or a shooting place to practice, Bai Song would practice this action. The reason for this was that Captain Fang's action of drawing a gun in Southern Xinjiang Province really impressed Bai Song. Although Bai Song didn't have many opportunities to practice, he still learned it well.
Bai Song had already realized by now that the man did not intend to attack the police, and he had no grudge against him. The only reason he did this could be that he was a severe mental patient.
Bai Song is not uncommon for mentally ill people. Modern people have many mental problems such as paranoid schizophrenia and severe depression, but there are still very few people with such violent tendencies. Bai Song is not sure whether threatening with a gun is effective. If not, Bai Song will decisively use sprays and other police equipment.
Fortunately, people have an instinctive fear of guns, and the man with the knife hesitated for a moment.
After hesitating for a while, Bai Song began to persuade the man, and he gradually calmed down and put down the knife.
Bai Song saw the man put down the knife, opened the door decisively and stepped on the knife.
The man was in a depressed state and immediately became manic again, but Bai Song would not give him a chance this time. He grabbed the hand the man extended, turned it in the opposite direction, and then hit the man's right hand with his left elbow. The man felt pain, and Bai Song tripped him with his foot, and the man fell to the ground.
Sanmi also followed Bai Song into the narrow aisle and helped Bai Song control the man. No matter how strong the man was, Bai Song still handcuffed him.
This type of mentally ill patient is usually very strong and difficult for ordinary people to control, but their endurance is average. After the strength in their body is released, they will become powerless. In addition, they have been handcuffed and pressed down by three meters and cannot move.
Bai Song was not worried. He picked up a high-intensity flashlight and went into the house to check.
He first checked the place where the water was leaking. Bai Song suppressed his nausea, entered the bedroom, and looked around, but he still couldn't find out what caused the water to leak.
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