The police took me back for interrogation, thinking that I was an accomplice of those people. In the end, they found out that I was just an ordinary homeless person, so they ignored me and hurried to interrogate those younger brothers.
After a long time, a young, baby-faced policeman pushed the door open, handed me a glass of warm water, and chatted with me cautiously. I didn't want to pay attention to him until he talked about the photos on the table and I looked up at him.
I heard him say to me apologetically, "What a pity," "I'm sorry," and "I'm incompetent."
Suddenly I couldn't hear any sound again, and could only see his mouth opening and closing. I was very confused. What was he saying? Is my father gone too?
I suddenly became angry and struggled frantically, but was held down by someone. Finally, a tear fell from my eye, as if a switch was turned on, and I burst into tears.
I returned to the camp in a daze, but heard another bad news. My sister was missing, and the Beggar King left me a letter and ran away.
It turned out that the group of people were drug lords. They were caught by the police this time. They thought it was me who reported them, so a few of them escaped. Those people killed my father, and when they found out that I had a younger sister, they took my sister away.
I didn't believe it and searched everywhere in the camp like crazy. Finally, I returned to the police station in a daze. It was different from when I left. This time, I went from being a prisoner being interrogated to a poor victim sympathized by the police.
The young policeman felt very guilty and kept saying sorry to me with red eyes.
From that day on, my memories of the past seemed to suddenly become blurred. The past events were like a deer falling into a quagmire, struggling but quickly disappearing.
The police seemed to have asked the doctor to talk to me. I fell asleep during the conversation. When I woke up, I saw her looking at me with sympathy and shaking her head helplessly at the police.
When the young policeman learned that I was homeless, he applied to the bureau and took me home.
I had nothing to do during the day, so I went out to steal things.
I watched coldly as a fat, big-eared middle-aged man came out of the hotel with a heavily made-up woman in his arms. As they passed by an old lady selling vegetables on the roadside, he condescendingly wiped his shoes on the cloth covering the vegetables.
The old man tried helplessly to stop him, but he hugged the woman and walked away with a smile.
I stood up and walked past him, and stole his wallet when he was unaware. There was quite a lot of money in it. I took a look, threw the wallet away, held the money, and secretly put it into the old lady's pocket.
Just as I was about to leave, the next second, my arm was grabbed and the serious face of the young policeman appeared in front of me.
"What are you doing?"
He usually had a smiling face, with a student-like innocence, and was often teased by his colleagues at the bureau as a child. But now that he was serious, it didn't seem so serious at all. I felt like laughing, and then I actually did.
"Nothing." I said nonchalantly.
I feel like I am different from before. Although I can't remember clearly, I didn't seem to smile before. The little policeman kept telling me to smile more when I had nothing to do, which annoyed people. But am I smiling now?
He searched my pockets and body and found that I had no money hidden. Although the old lady didn't know what happened, she touched her pocket and suddenly found some extra money in it. She took it out in surprise, then looked at me and asked me if I gave it to her, and stuffed the money into my hand while saying that.
I frowned, took a step back with a cold face, and walked away. The young policeman seemed to understand something. The old lady gave him the money again. He accepted it, then took some money out of his pocket and bought all the vegetables from the old lady.
After he put the food home, he quickly returned to the police station.
He came back very late that day. I fell asleep leaning on the sofa. He came back and walked on tiptoe carefully for fear of waking me up, but I was a light sleeper and woke up anyway. Seeing him tiptoeing, I smiled coldly.
The latter noticed me looking at him, smiled a little embarrassedly, and then apologized to me: "I'm sorry, I was so rude to you today."
Then he came over to me and put on a serious face again: "But you can't steal things anymore. I have already paid back the money you paid today. I know you are kind-hearted, but you can't do this next time. We must be upright gentlemen and act honestly. Stealing is illegal..."
He started to talk to me about legal knowledge again. My ears were almost callused from listening to him, so I interrupted him by saying that I was hungry.
He looked around the house and saw a pile of vegetables that his grandmother had just bought today. I laughed at him, "Does our police officer plan to be like a rabbit and eat only vegetables and no rice for the next week?" He also had a headache looking at the pile of vegetables.
Finally, we made some stir-fried water spinach and had two bowls of instant noodles, and that was our dinner.
For the next week, the meals were basically stir-fried dishes, and the young policeman was laughed at for having vegetables on his face at work.
On Friday, he didn't come back, so I turned off the TV, got up and went to the police station to find him. I didn't like going to the police station very much. Although I didn't remember what happened before, I just felt annoyed with this place.
When I arrived at the police station, the people there seemed to remember me and greeted me cautiously. I nodded in response with a cold face and left this group of strange people.
Passing by the detention room, I saw an acquaintance, the fat man, with a look of regret on his face. A policeman next to him saw me watching and chatted with me casually.
"See? That guy was arrested for soliciting prostitution," he said, shaking his head. "So, stay away from pornography, gambling, and drugs."
I was still looking at the fat guy when my shoulder was suddenly patted. I turned around and saw the young policeman coming. He seemed to have been crying and his eyes were a little red.
After returning home that day, he asked me to go back to his hometown. He said that he had a younger brother who was very smart, but he lived alone in his hometown, so he asked me to help take care of him.
I was very curious and asked him why he didn't take care of it himself.
He said I was going to be transferred, and said with a smile that he was exiled to a remote place.
I looked at him like he was crazy, and he finally gave in and said that he was going to join the army, so the house behind him would be under closed management. This was the house he rented, and I would not be able to live there after he left. He then said in a long-winded way that he could give me his savings, and I would just go back to help him take care of his younger brother.
I wanted to laugh again. How could someone be so foolish as to give a stranger money, all their savings at that? Aren't they afraid I'd run away with the money? Besides, why should I take care of his brother? He's not my brother. I felt like I vaguely remembered something, but it was so vague that the harder I tried to think, the more it gave me a headache.
The young policeman saw me frowning and thought I didn't agree. His eyes gradually turned red. When I saw he was about to cry again, I quickly interrupted him and said that I agreed to it.
I asked him to write me his address and he wouldn't have to give me the money. I'm an adult now and I have hands and feet. Can't I make money?
He smiled, and seemed to have mixed emotions, but I'm terrible at reading people's emotions.
And that side was also the last one.
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