In a society, there are always many people who are responsible for maintaining order, whether it is cleaning or law and order, there are many people working quietly behind the scenes, including the police, who will be ready for everyone in no one else, ready to attack at any time, and their hearts are full of joy and ardent expectations for building a better society.

Very good, the fake big empty and the elementary school student essay are finished.

Who doesn't know how to say good things, the format is all there, the profession of police, more people should regard this as a job, and Concino does it.

He once had a lot of ideas of his own, a little stubborn dream, which supported him to be admitted to the military academy and finally become a glorious people's policeman, but in the end he found that the price of glamour is responsibility.

When he walked down the street while he was on patrol, the old people who lived in the same street would say that he was promising, and the children would look at him with a look of adoration and admiration, just as he had in his childhood, when, perhaps because of the after-effects of natural selection deep in his genes, people were born to worship the strong, except for his father, the greatest people in the world were the military guards and the police.

But responsibility has exhausted the dream, and he vaguely remembers that his original dream was to punish the wicked after becoming a police officer, and to get rid of all the ruffians and hooligans, as well as the vicious dog raised by a family on the street corner: the last one stems from the psychological shadow left by being chased by dogs for a long time when he was six years old.

Now he has successfully become a policeman, but he finds that more time he has to do patrols over and over again, more about solving quarrels between people, some quarrels, in short, some trivial things that get late at night, and those things are constantly repeating the cycle, day after day.

The work is also much harder than imagined, there are often overtime, staying up late, and the physique of a professional can still stand up, but it is still a little heavy.

Even as a second-ring warrior, many times he would simply find a place to lie down and rest comfortably.

Until now, he still fulfills his duties in accordance with the rules and regulations every day, mainly because he has become accustomed to it, not because of any sense of honor, responsibility, or because of any great reason, but because it is already a habit of life, and then let him do an easier job, maybe he will be a little uncomfortable, Concino feels that he is afraid that he will stay in his current position until retirement.

And in the days of calm and cyclical repetition, sometimes there will be a trace of waves, that is, when there is a theft of property, at that time, the orc colleague leads the way by sniffing in front of the nose, and two old police officers who have learned the identification of magic traces are assisted, he and several other policemen follow behind with batons, generally speaking, the thief can be arrested in half a day, and sometimes the person to be arrested is smarter, and it will take two days.

It's not hard to catch the perpetrator, it's all about getting the person to tell the truth, and that's the most irritating part.

Some of them feel a little timid and tell them what they have done, and the other part will not admit it, and will make up stories to excuse themselves, which is very boring, you know that he is lying, but you still have to listen to his flawed nonsense, and after listening to it, you have to find a way to persuade him, generally, the persuasion work will last for a long time.

Occasionally, one or two people would pretend to report the crime to carry out boring pranks, and when the exhausted police officers came to deal with those who had the mentality of making jokes after working hard for a long time, he recorded a confession for a long time and found out that it was just a joke, and his only feeling at that time was that he wanted to take off his police uniform, and he was going to beat up those bastards until he was sent to the hospital in a coma when he resigned, and in such a working environment, he changed from a very gentle person to a violent temper.

Many people will say that the attitude of the police is not good, and the police are wrong like this and that, but think about it from another perspective, it is normal for the police to be short-tempered, they really have no extra mind to hide themselves, they are irritable to the prisoners and gentle to the people, the difficulty coefficient is really too high, this kind of person we usually call him schizophrenia.

There will always be a moment when he will feel very depressed and aggrieved, and the same is true when reading certain books.

Similar to us here, some novels are about the protagonist pretending to be 13 slaps in the face in the city, which should be regarded as a magic version of the urban novel, and in these stories, there are also very wonderful writes, and more, they are all composed of strange templates, among which the more common police image is like this:

Most of the things that will appear.,Stubborn and stubborn.,People are very simple.,Put it in reality, it must be the ** brainless police flower of the police station that enters through the back door.,A few brainless people will definitely wronged the protagonist in the end.,In the end, the truth is revealed.,Let go of the protagonist and all kinds of unwilling male policemen.,Put it in reality, it must also be through the back door.,There is a certain chance of appearing.,The police chief who is related to corrupt officials and wicked people.,From the point of view of his work, he completely bypasses the brain.,Probably with the knee-thinking style of thinking.,Probably also through the back door.。

That's almost a smear for the police, how does the real police feel when they see that kind of plot?

I don't know.

Cancino didn't know what he felt when he threw the book into the trash and finally controlled the flames and burned the trash can, in short, it was very complicated, mixed feelings, I really had to dig deeper, savor it, and the most, it should be anger.

Today is still the same as usual, patrolling outside, patrolling the subdivision of the police station where he is located, the weather should be considered not bad, the sun is very strong, but there is wind, and it will not feel too hot.

He is very familiar with the neighbors, it seems that nothing is wrong, today will be a busy day without a little waves, and there will be many outsiders on the streets, most of them are foreign businessmen, tourists, tourists are relatively not much, and the local area is not much famous, and the average traveler will walk a few kilometers more to the big city in front of it.

Even if he came here, most of them would only stay here for half a day to rest, and then move on, just like the two very familiar people he saw, a man and a woman, he had worked for many years and there were almost no people on the whole street who didn't know, I really didn't know, and I would be very familiar, it should be a traveler who transferred to the small city.

He still has to continue to work, as long as the two of them don't commit a crime [judging from their clothes and demeanor, they shouldn't commit a crime], then it has nothing to do with him, the only thing he needs to care about is whether there is a situation that needs to be mediated, and all kinds of basic work.

The work is very hard, but the monthly salary is very good, rent a house, fry rice, oil and salt, and then there is a lot of surplus, he made up his mind to write a letter to his family after the salary is settled, send some money, try to send as much as possible, because depending on the situation he still can't go home for the holidays this year.

I have to say sorry to the second elder in the letter.