For 12 years, a loyal police officer, Comrade Train (pseudonym), has been guarding peace at the grassroots level, however, his girlfriend has encountered the dark hands of unknown netizens in a bar.
Without surveillance, without evidence, justice seems to be overshadowed. But the real heroes always rise from the darkness.
Friend Train becomes a messenger of justice to avenge his girlfriend, but he is imprisoned for it.
From police uniforms to prison uniforms, this change is like a world away.
Cat and mouse game, who loses and who wins? In the depths of the detention center, the train witnesses the abyss of humanity. After regaining his freedom, his job was empty and his love was gone.
But he said: "It's the price of growth, and I don't complain." ”
The following is the personal account of the comrade of the train:
Since graduating from the Police Academy, I have devoted myself to the public security career for 12 years. During this period, I was a sheriff, won the pennant presented by the masses, and was also the pride of my parents.
However, when my girlfriend was violated in the shadows of life, my police uniform did not seem to give her the shelter she deserved.
As a police officer, I can't protect my loved ones, which is a pain I can never let go.
In the online world, my girlfriend met a man who claimed to be a child of Tsinghua University, and his mother was also powerful. The man worked in a bar and repeatedly invited my girlfriend to spend the summer.
Out of curiosity, she finally agreed. However, when she returned that night, she found that she had lost $3,000. Whether it was theft or borrowing, this incident is deeply worrying.
I quickly got in touch with the man, who confessed to the matter and returned the money at my insistence.
Although the money was recovered, her heart was still heavy.
I sensed that something was wrong, and after repeated questioning, she revealed the truth. On that day, she was not only cheated of money, but also suffered a double assault - netizens and bar owners teamed up to commit the crime.
In the psychedelic of alcohol, they force her to play a disc game full of traps, where she drinks without drinking, taking advantage of her loneliness and helplessness to commit violence against her. These people are simply the scum of society!
When I got to the bottom of the whole story, my feelings instantly became extremely complicated. The fire of anger burned in my heart because my girlfriend was being bullied.
However, the reality poured cold water on me - there was no surveillance at the scene, and a month later, no trace of her body could be found, and no physical evidence remained.
I wanted to get justice for her, but in the absence of evidence, it was almost impossible. As a police officer, I know that it is difficult to file a case.
I tried to communicate with the netizen, but he said lightly that it was just a kiss, as if it was not a big deal. I was in a lot of pain, and as both my boyfriend and as a police officer, I couldn't fight for justice, which made me feel extremely frustrated and powerless.
I told my two close friends about this, and they were so indignant that they punched and kicked the netizen, causing him to lose his front teeth. Mistaken belief hit the wrong target, and he shot again.
The act left clues and was finally detected by the public security organs. Although I did not do it myself, I was sentenced to seven months' imprisonment and expelled from public office. It is a great misfortune in life that the old policeman in the past has become a prisoner.
The police are in prison? It was the "ultimate experience". Well, it's the ultimate version of a "healthy meal" - vegetable leaves, radish soup and steamed buns, and there are no limits**.
Let me tell you, I have a friend who lost five kilograms in the first week after entering, and even high blood pressure and high blood lipids "naturally subsided". When he came out, it was like a different person, refreshed, free from all diseases, and even his figure was enviable. But to be honest, after losing freedom, I know its preciousness.
Imagine being locked up in the four walls, and you can only stare at the four walls all day long, and even have to be handed in by others, the feeling is really indescribable.
After more than five days, even if you see the sun and birds outside, you will feel that it is a luxury.
The feeling of pain, as well as the humiliation and loneliness brought about by the change of identity, simply broke me!
Here, I couldn't communicate with the prisoners, and when I mentioned the past, they immediately recognized me as a police officer.
After all, the people here are the "defeated men" of the police. I don't want to be a lone hero here. Everyone here is like a hedgehog, guarding against each other, which makes me feel like I have broken into a strange group of monkeys, or a cat that has broken into a rat nest, full of vigilance and uneasiness about everything around me.
Prison, a place that seems far away from us, has given me a deeper analysis of human nature. There are heroes from all walks of life, including bigwigs worth more than 100 million, and street gangsters. In a civilized society, we make friends to see whether the three views are in harmony, but there, people are more like a primitive law of the jungle. If you are strong, I will mess with you, so that no one dares to provoke me. Only the valuable can eat, and the useless can only be marginalized. When man loses the shackles of social identity, the animal instinct is revealed without hindrance.
They even use women as trophies to show off, as if by belittling women, they can show off their male dignity.
Not only at the bottom, but everyone is the same, by attacking others to satisfy their own twisted hearts.
In the detention center, I can't help but think of the magic weapon in "Journey to the West" - the Yin and Yang two cylinders.
Whenever I close my eyes, the thoughts of my girlfriend, the guilt of my parents' inability to fulfill their filial piety, and the confusion of my own situation seem to turn into a raging fire, scorching me mercilessly.
The torment was unbearable, so I opened my eyes, and the cold walls around me, the dead room, and the ever-bright lights in the detention center made me feel like I was in an ice cellar. When I close my eyes, the world is like a fire, leaving me with nowhere to run.
After I was released from prison, it was as if I had lost my whole world, and my job and status were gone. The uneasiness in my heart was like a ticking time bomb.
And she was so kind to me at first, she was always the first to think of me in the mall, picking out clothes and watching movies, and she was more enthusiastic than before she was imprisoned. But the more this happens, the more I feel like the mountain rain is about to come and the wind is full of buildings, and I feel that she has something big hidden in her heart.
Finally, the decision to break up, she said softly, I was not surprised, and I did not hold a grudge against her.
At that time, my love for her was like a spring breeze, warm and natural.
I broke the shackles of society for her, and I was willing to give everything for her, these are my inner choices, and I did not force her to respond.
Therefore, her decision, whether to stay together or to separate, is her inner voice. On the day of the breakup, I whispered to her, "No matter what our future holds, I will be your strongest supporter."
If one day I am one step ahead of you, I will wait at the crossroads of heaven with your father who died young, and send my most sincere blessings for your strong life. ”
After saying that, I gently patted her on the shoulder, and then turned to leave, my heart full of blessings and expectations for her.
Coming out of the inside, the outside world has been turned upside down, and my life has been paused and restarted.
There is discomfort, there is a gap, there is pain, but I have confidence, perseverance, and starting again is not a dream! I love to read history books, think about life, take notes every week, and enjoy it for more than ten years.
The game master is me, I can run an account, fight and break through, **two are correct, more than enough to support myself!
However, on the stage of life, the only thing I feel sorry for is my parents sitting in the audience. They give silently, but I always let them down.
I have a childhood sweetheart who has fought together to dominate the world of mathematics and chemistry. Now, he's a senior scientist, but I'm still standing still. Whenever my parents mentioned him, I could feel the disappointment that I couldn't hide.
They tried to comfort me with "everyone has their own path", but I could feel the regret in their hearts.
The grace of nurturing is as deep as the sea, and the son becomes a dragon and the daughter becomes a phoenix. But I, on the other hand, lived up to his hopes and cut off his wish with my own hands. Every time I see its melancholy, I cut my heart like a knife, it hurts to the bone marrow, and I can't sleep at night.
During that time, I was stuck in an endless loop with no solution. At four o'clock in the morning, the biological clock woke me up on time, as punctual as an alarm clock.
Sleeping pills have become decorations, useless. I keep thinking of the loyal ministers who have had a tragic end in history, and I ask them again and again, "Are you filial?" Do you really have no regrets? ”
But all that answered me was the silent night and the howling wind. What made my heart ache even more was that I saw my parents' faces getting old and their gray hair like silver, and they held my hands tightly, caring about whether I was hungry and tired, and whether I was happy in life. I stood in front of them, but I felt like a helpless bystander.
I knew that only when I found the job that made my heart flutter again could my parents' hearts settle down a little. Their expectations are the deepest emotions in my heart and the source of motivation for me to keep moving forward.
This expectation made me more determined to pursue my dreams, for them and for myself.
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