As soon as he said this, the more anxious he became, the more anxious he became, and he held his chin with his left hand, paced back and forth, and said, "What can I do about this? You want me, the policeman, to dispose of the body. No one will believe it. Isn't that what a murderer is supposed to do?

It's too much!!!It's too much!! I really didn't expect things to change so much. I thought I was asked to come here this time so that I could investigate the case. That's what the police should do. I've been doing it for a long time, and now I'm going to do what a murderer does. It's a bad taste.

But what's next? Let me think about it. As an elite police officer, I can handle this well. If I was given enough time, I could even cover it up perfectly and never be noticed by anyone, but the biggest problem right now is that I don't have time.

Damn! The more anxious I am now, the more I can't think of a way, what should I do? Time is getting less and less, and the naivety is almost dawning. If someone comes to change shifts, then I can't get out. What can I do about this? If only my wife were here at this time. She's smarter than I am, and might be able to give me ideas.

However, I don't dare to contact my wife now. What if she asks me about the child? For example, what if she wants to listen to the child's voice and see how the child is sleeping now, what should I do? Never ask for help from your wife.

But if I don't turn to her now, who else can I turn to? Oh my God! I really can't do anything about it now. What am I going to do? Damn! Am I going to get a head on this? Just because I'm a little late? No. It's definitely not that I came too late.

I get it. I get it. I get it. Even if I don't come this time, I'm going to be unlucky. Because, as long as I want to continue to be a police officer, if this body can't be disposed of, I will be unlucky sooner or later. After all, the Director General has already told me. This incident has implicated the entire police station.

If this incident is considered a disaster, then there is only one way for me to avoid this disaster, and I will not be a police officer. But what else can I do if I don't become a police officer? Didn't I already think about it before? If I didn't become a police officer, it would affect the harmony in my own family.

Therefore, I can only be a police officer. That means I'm going to continue to be a police officer, and this disaster can't be avoided no matter what. If I want to avoid the disaster, I can only get through this crisis on my own. Now is it. Only by disposing of this corpse on my own can I perfectly save the day.

All right. Since the only person I can rely on is myself, what worries do I have now? Now there is no point in thinking about useless things. Right. Let me think again. I'll definitely be able to figure it out. I'm an elite who has solved countless cases.

I'm not very good at dealing with corpses, but I can learn from the methods of the criminals I've caught before. Yeah. Their method of dismembering corpses is quite clever, as long as I ...... No, no, no, no, why did I think of dismembering the body again?

Although dismemberment is a solution, there are no tools now. I can't do it. I should still focus on other ways to dispose of corpses. Right. It's best to do everything you can to get the body out, that's the only way. Dismemberment simply can't be done. However, there are so many cameras on the scene.

So, you have to turn off the camera first? No. Although the camera switch is in the director's office, the director's office can only close part of the gate. Even if I turned off the cameras that I could control in the director's office, the last and most important camera would not be able to turn off anyway.

It was the camera at the gate of the police station, and the switch was set up in the communication room, and the communication room was next to the gate, and as long as I passed, it would be filmed, and the only way to avoid being filmed was only one. Fly over from above. Damn! Damn!

When I was a child, I had the opportunity to become a monk. At that time, my father once knew a monk, and the monk was quite optimistic about me, and originally planned to take me as an apprentice and teach me skills. If by that time, I had learned to fly, I had become a monk, and I would have been able to fly over now.

But the problem is, I didn't have an apprenticeship at the time. I didn't expect that after so many years, I would regret it. I thought I would never regret it. Now I really regret it. If only I hadn't told that person at that time, I didn't like monks.

Alas. I was too confident at the time. I want to be a police officer too much, I admire a police officer too much. Otherwise, he would definitely not be an ordinary person now. It's really unwilling. Is there really no way? Unwilling! Unwilling! I am absolutely unwilling!

I want to break down the barriers created by this crisis. But the biggest problem now is that in order to get the body out of the police station, you have to go through that gate. The police station does not have a back door. If there was a back door, I would have gone through it a long time ago. The police station is walled on three sides, except for the main gate.

If the walls are only a few meters high, it's better to flip through them, but the problem is that each wall is ten meters high. I couldn't climb such a high wall alone, let alone carry a corpse. Of course. If I could flip it myself, I could put it together. As long as I had a rope tied around my waist, at most I climbed up and pulled the body up.

But then there will definitely be blood stains on the walls, so what should I do? Oh. That's right. I just ordered a spray from an alien planet a while ago that can wash away blood, so just bring that with you. That thing is in my desk drawer.

In this case, the biggest problem now is how to leave the police station. Either go through the gate, but the camera is a problem. Or just go through the back wall. However, if I walked on the back wall, how I climbed the more than 10-meter-high fence was difficult. The current wall is not the wall of the previous earth civilization, the wall at that time was potholed and easy to climb, as long as you use some tools.

But now the wall is not good, it can't be broken with a steel drill, and it can't be penetrated with a laser gun. How can I climb such a solid wall? With a suction cup? Because of the suction cup, in order to prevent someone from using the suction cup to climb the wall, the material of the wall is still a tool that can be immune to the suction cup.

So what else can I do? Oops. It's terrible. It's a real problem. How can the corpse get out and can't get out? Oh, my God. The sun seems to have come out. Ah. There's sunshine now. That's not good. Bad. It's not good!

I'm going to hurry. Let me think about it. I don't think it would be that hard. This wall is about ten meters long, and I have to think of ways to climb it, otherwise I won't be able to get out. The main entrance is absolutely, absolutely absolutely no. Oops. Oops. This is terrible. What should I do?

Can't think of it. Can't think of it. This is definitely the biggest crisis I've had since I became a police officer. I don't know how the director handled it. That's right. Let's get in touch with the Director. If the director has it done, I can ask him for help, and in that case, wouldn't there be any hope of transporting the body out as soon as possible?

No, no, no, no! If the Chief had already disposed of the corpse, he would not have contacted me by now? Right. The fact that the director didn't contact him means that the director didn't handle it properly. Oh, my God. Is it really going to be over?

Not right either. If the bureau chief really didn't get it right, he should have called me. He's going to make me give up, or he's going to let me go, and I'm going to stop being a police officer. That way, at least I'll be able to get safe. The Director thinks so highly of me, and although he speaks very harshly on the surface, the Director is still good to me.

There are so many places where he cares for me. I even remember him calling me into the office and wanting me to be his confidant. I was a hundred willing, and who knew that in the end, he said no. It's not a good thing for me to say that it made me a henchman.

Continuing to maintain this relationship that is both intimate and not too intimate is the best way to work together. If people are too close to each other, there will be problems. I still remember one time, I failed to solve the case, almost wronged the good person, and caught the wrong person, if it wasn't for the last time the bureau chief helped me.

In that case, I would probably have been removed from my position. It was the Director who helped me. Another time, I really caught the wrong person, that person has been suffering a wrongful lawsuit for a year, and was supposed to hold me accountable, but the director took the responsibility and cut his salary by half in public.

The punishment for that incident has continued to this day, and if it weren't for the fact that the chief took such good care of me, I would not have been qualified to continue to be a police officer. That's why I want to continue to be a police officer. Like the Chief, I want to be a good police officer, a police officer who can take care of my colleagues and help each other.

However, the fact that the Director General has not contacted me now means that there must be something new wrong on the Director General's side. What should I do? Go to him immediately? That's fine, but if I do, there's no way to deal with the corpse here. Even if I help the bureau chief deal with the problem on his side, what should I do here?

In other words, even if I know that there is a new problem on the bureau chief's side, I can't go over it. Yes, in other words, as a police officer, the only thing I can do now is trust the Chief. I believe he will be able to deal with the matter over there alone.

Oh, so the director hasn't made a long-distance call to me until now, isn't it the same idea? That's right. Yes, the Chief must have believed in me in his heart as much as I believed in him. I can't live up to that trust. Yeah. The Director will contact me this time, and just by contacting me, it shows how much he trusts me.

How can I give up now? If I give up now, I'm sorry for the Director. Right. I can't give up, I can. Let me think again. Why is my brain not bright now? I remember when I used to be more nervous, the faster my brain turned.

Why can't I do it now? Could it be my last day? My last day as a police officer? Wouldn't I? Am I so unlucky? Damn! Why am I so unlucky? Why would God choose to punish me today? Why can't it be tomorrow? Or yesterday?

If I am unlucky yesterday and tomorrow, I will be punished at most. It's not going to be over at all. But if you don't dispose of this corpse now, it's going to be over. The Director just told me so solemnly that there can be no fake. Damn! Damn!

I'm not reconciled. Why today, why now, why, why? Why don't you give me a little more time. With a little more time, I could have disposed of this corpse with ease. Why didn't the Director contact me with much time? Why?

Wait!...... Could it be ...... Could it be that I am so unlucky now because I left my son at home? Oops! If so, then I will not be able to complete my task today. If I can't complete the task, but the Director completes the task, doesn't that mean that I not only killed myself, but also killed the Director?

Oh my God! It's murder! It's just not murder in the usual sense, it's indirect murder. I can't do that. I must not murder the Director. No. It's not just that you can't murder the chief, I can't murder anyone. I'm a police officer.

Oh my God! That's ironic. After a long time, do you want me, a policeman, to know the law and break the law? I can't accept it. I can't. Rather than that, I might as well kill myself now. In this way, when I die, the bureau chief can still put all the blame on me, and I will not feel guilty.

In that case, the Director will be fine. However, this matter is too difficult to do. If there was a mistake, wouldn't the Chief still have to die? Damn! If only someone could carry the body away for me. For example, monks. Ask a monk to come over, and then let him fly and take the body away, and it will be fine.

But where do I know the monks? The only monks I knew at the time were rejected by me. I don't have any monks I know. I don't know if any of my colleagues know the monk, but it's too late to contact the monk now. It's about to dawn. What should I do?"

Speaking of this, the more he thought about it, the more desperate he became, the more desperate and sad he became, the tears couldn't stop flowing down, only to feel a huge sense of powerlessness emerge, bang, kneeling on the ground, about to jump off the building to commit suicide, suddenly, a spiritual light like a meteor piercing the night sky, crossed his mind.

His heart moved, his eyes lit up, and he finally smiled, and exclaimed, "Wait! I don't know the monk, but ordinary people can help me." (To be continued.) )