章節 8: Chapter 8 But it seems to have gotten worse...
The sudden pressure behind him tipped Chen Yu off that something was wrong.
Instinctively looking back, he saw the expressions of the police and reporters in the hall and sensed trouble. He broke into a run, "Thanks... Thank you all, I'm outta here!"
"Freeze!"
"Don't go!"
"Stop running!"
"Don't move! You are surrounded!"
The police in the hall erupted instantly, like ferocious wolves, a landslide, a tsunami! Perfectly showcasing their professional physical fitness, they swarmed him and tackled Chen Yu to the ground.
Chen Yu: "Fuck."
Barely managing to swear, Chen Yu was "annihilated" by the police piling on him.
"Full alert!"
"Is the suspect controlled?"
"Make way, give some room..."
"I'm armed, back off a bit and let me handle this."
"Don't push! The suspect can barely take it."
Chen Yu lay on the ground, pinned down by several men, groaning in pain: "Don't... stop... ah ah..."
"Don't... move!" A muscular officer straddling Chen Yu struggled to pull out handcuffs, attempting to cuff him: "Stay... stay still."
Chen Yu: "I... I can't breathe..."
Officer: "Me neither... cough."
"Back off! Everyone back off!"
The deputy chief, sporting a big belly, hurried over, pushed through the "pile of flesh", then deftly took a pair of handcuffs from an officer and secured Chen Yu.
Many years deskbound, his technique with handcuffs was still sharp as ever...
"Ouch! It hurts, hurts, hurts..." Dragged up by the deputy chief, Chen Yu staggered on the spot, feeling dizzy: "Did I... did I blow up the Milky Way or something?"
"Everyone, calm down, Chen Yu is a 'prospective' title." The deputy director of Hongtukeng also followed, pushing down the gun raised by an officer: "He hasn't committed a crime yet."
"What has the title above my head... turned into now." Chen Yu naturally understood what was going on, he took several deep breaths, and asked hoarsely.
"See for yourself." The deputy director's face was grim, he pulled out his phone, opened selfie mode, and showed Chen Yu the screen.
[The World's Number One Serial Corpse Mutilation Killer]
Chen Yu: "..."
Chen Yu: "Fuck your mother."
...
Half an hour later.
"I told you he's got mental issues!"
Outside the interrogation room at Hongtukeng Police Station, through a small glass window, the deputy chief watched Chen Yu, who looked lost in the chair, and said expressionlessly, "This is more than just being hot-headed."
The chief wiped sweat, not daring to speak.
Inside the interrogation room.
A middle-aged policeman with the title [Deputy Chief of the Police Station] had his face alternating between blue and red, suppressing his anger, he asked Chen Yu, "Chen, are you holding a grudge against how we've treated you here these past few days?"
"I'm not." Chen Yu was close to tears.
"Smack!"
The middle-aged policeman slammed the table hard: "Bullshit! Have we been too nice to you these last few days, making you lose your fear of the law? Serial body dismemberer! A world-class one at that? How dare you?! You think you're capable, huh?!"
Chen Yu: "..."
To the side, an elderly officer wearing a police cap and hiding his own title spoke calmly and gently, "Young Chen Yu, can you tell me why you committed those heinous crimes?"
Chen Yu scratching his head: "I fucking didn't do it, man."
Senior Officer: "Why did you want to carry it out."
Chen Yu: "..."
Two minutes of silence filled the interrogation room.
The senior officer flipped through a file on the desk, glanced at two pages, and continued, "Young man, I know some details about your family. Your father has been bedridden for years due to a construction accident, and your mother is also not in good health, relying on your sister's job, overtime, and part-time work to save up for surgery expenses. As for you, you also take on some online drawing and reporting work, and send the money you earn back home."
Chen Yu had a headache and didn't know what to say.
The senior officer closed the file and smiled: "From this, we can see that you are a good kid. You're not really bad by nature. Maybe you just got a bit radical and had some irrational, immoral thoughts. But there are some things that a person simply cannot do, no matter what. If done, you would let down the society that has helped you, your aging and honest parents, the victims who work hard at living and have loved ones who care about them. And you would be betraying your own kind nature."
"Don't say anymore, I've started to understand a bit now," Chen Yu decided to take a step back to advance, "Let me go home, properly cool down for a month. When I come out again, I'll definitely be a good citizen."
"You still want to go back?!" The middle-aged officer gritted his teeth: "As long as that title remains above your head, you better stay in prison!"
"Prison?" Chen Yu was shocked: "You want to lock me up?"
"If we don't lock you up, what happens if you go out and harm the public?" The middle-aged officer stood up: "The police station's dormitory is too comfortable, it seems you don't like it, and the higher-ups have decided to move you to another place."
"Bang!" Chen Yu slammed the table too: "I haven't even committed a crime, it's illegal for you to lock me up!"
"Young man, you indeed haven't committed a crime," the senior officer pointed at the title above Chen Yu's head: "But your title indicates that you have criminal thoughts and the capability to put them into action. Therefore, the department has to control you appropriately. It's our responsibility to society, as well as to you. Because a criminal doesn't just harm victims, but also harms themselves."
Chen Yu: "Actually, continuing to stay here at the station is quite..."
Before Chen Yu could finish, the two police officers, one old and one young, left the interrogation room.
"Thump!"
The middle-aged officer left behind the sound of the door being angrily slammed shut.
Chen Yu: "..."
Chen Yu: "This is hell. Dammit."
He hated the "title" above his head to death.
No, that wasn't right.
It was his neighbor who reported him that he truly hated to death...
Outside the interrogation room.
Four police officers gathered together.
The old officer was the first to speak up: "I've observed that this young man is quite decent. What exactly did you guys do at your station? What made the kid harbor such resentment? He's almost become the number one criminal in the world."
"What could we have done?" The middle-aged officer felt wronged: "We've been treating him well in the station, with good food and drinks, and even have a psychologist talk to him every day."
Old Officer: "You've coddled such a big problem."
"..." The middle-aged officer was at a loss for words.
"Old leader, what do we do now?" The pot-bellied deputy chief asked respectfully.
"Contact the higher-ups for an authorization, and find him a prison to temporarily lock him up," the senior officer, scratching his chin, said, "But since he hasn't actually committed a crime, as it's a preemptive title, you all need to coordinate with several departments to make a show of it, let him experience the atmosphere of prison. Find a professional psychologist for counseling, to make him return to the right path as soon as possible. [The World's Number One Serial Killer], tsk, this is really serious."
"This process doesn't seem quite legal," the deputy chief fretted.
"Explain the situation to the higher-ups," said the senior officer, putting his hands behind his back and slowly walking off, "The higher-ups are the law."
...
Meanwhile.
In the Jiangshan Shijia apartment building, on the 12th floor.
Some otaku living next door to Chen Yu's rental, for some reason, suddenly felt a chill sweep through his body.
He shivered instantly, took off his headset, gave up his computer game, and looked around in confusion.
"Why do I have a bad feeling?"
"..."
"Weird."
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