West Kowloon District, inside the Police Station.

Song Yingsheng, as a witness, was invited by the police to come over for 'tea'.

In charge of recording him was a young girl, about twenty years old, and there were two men standing in the back, wearing police uniforms.

Such a pattern inexplicably made Song Yingsheng feel that he was the prisoner and the one who was interrogated.

Feeling such an atmosphere, the little girl in the police uniform smiled, as if she wanted Song Yingsheng to relax, "Hello, Mr. Song Yingsheng, don't be afraid, we are just here for you to repeat the situation at that time." ”

"Can I have a cup of tea and coffee first?" Song Yingsheng inexplicably made a request.

Several policemen laughed at once, and immediately someone handed him a cup of coffee, the kind with a lot of sugar.

Song Yingsheng took a sip and exhaled before he began to talk about the ins and outs of the incident.

In fact, he was not playing a big name, and he didn't dare to play in front of the public security comrades, just because his Coke effect was gone, and he was sleepy for a while, so he could only rely on caffeine to boost his spirits.

After being a little more energetic, he immediately said it, explaining how he and Bi Xing used 'eye contact' and how they used disinfectant spray to knock down Mr. C.

"You mean, you sprayed him with this spray?" The girl in the police uniform who was in charge of recording looked at the transparent liquid and only felt very suspicious.

"Yes, he said he was spray blind, so I was able to take his gun."

The pen of the "......" record was a little hesitant, but she still recorded the incident.

After all, she felt that with so many eyewitnesses at the scene, it was unlikely that Song Yingsheng would lie.

Then, Song Yingsheng told what happened next, saying how Bi Xing defeated Jun B and what Jun A did.

"When you saw the suspect pull out a grenade, you immediately raised your gun and shot him?" The police girl was a little surprised when she heard this, "Comrade Song Yingsheng, I don't doubt you, but why do you know how to operate a gun?" ”

"Hmm...... I've never ridden a horse, but I've seen a horse run. Song Yingsheng disguised it a little, "You know, we grew up playing shooting games since we were kids, and we probably know how to pull the trigger." ”

"Besides, I was just going to shoot a shot at the time, and I didn't think about succeeding, so this should be considered legitimate defense, right?"

"Sure." The female police officer seemed to believe Song Yingsheng's answer, showing a smile and admiring eyes, "In that case, it is already rare that you still have the courage to resist and shoot." ”

She patted Song Yingsheng on the shoulder, recorded the last information, and then let Song Yingsheng leave, and finally said that in the future, she might let him go to the court as a witness to charge the suspect, and thanked him again for his dedication.

Straight etiquette, Song Yingsheng was walked out by three policemen, Song Yingsheng couldn't help but smile, and returned a not very standard courtesy, he felt at the moment that maybe it was worth it for him to stand up.

Outside the door, he saw Yun Hu'an, Zhang Jiqing seemed to have been picked up by his father, and Yun Hu'an, who was also a witness, was recorded by the police.

All this evidence will become a confession sent to court, so that Mr. A and others will be punished by the law.

Thinking of this, Song Yingsheng happily touched Yun Hu'an's hair, and the girl didn't resist much, and happily let him touch it.

But at this moment, he suddenly heard a cough, and Song Yingsheng hurriedly picked up a cough and took away the hand on the girl's head.

It turned out that it was Yun Hu'an's father who coughed just now, and he lowered his head slightly, revealing complicated eyes, and didn't say anything.

Next to him was Yun Hu'an's mother, she hurriedly walked over, hugged her daughter, touched her, and asked, "Xiaohuan, are you okay?" "Are you alright? ”

Xiao Huan is the nickname of Yun Hu'an, because Huan is Hu'an.

"Mom, I'm fine, Brother Ying Sheng has protected me." Yun Hu'an, who had been touched, looked into his mother's eyes and said this sentence as if he was soothing.

"That's good! Thank you, Xiao Yingsheng. The mother looked at Song Yingsheng with a relieved look and patted him on the shoulder, as if grateful to him for protecting her daughter.

"It's okay...... This is what I should. In front of Yun Hu'an, Song Yingsheng could barely maintain his emotions, but for some reason, when he saw the two uncles and aunts, he actually felt inexplicably embarrassed and even nervous in his heart.

also had this kind of emotion, as well as Yun Hu'an's father, he didn't say anything at first, but when he heard Yun Hu'an tell how Song Yingsheng protected her, he still walked over, patted Song Yingsheng's shoulder, and said:

"Thank you, lad."

"Raise your hands......" Song Yingsheng was a little nervous and responded quite mechanically.

He was really nervous at the moment, and he just wanted to get out of here quickly.

But after waiting for a while, Yun Hu'an's mother suddenly proposed, do you want to have dinner together?

Just the four of them, yes, just the four of them.

Song Yingsheng was shocked all of a sudden, but Yun Hu'an didn't seem to mind at all, and even screamed Brother Ying Sheng, Brother Ying Sheng.

Fortunately, Father Yun saw Song Yingsheng's difficulties and said: "Xiaohuan and her mother, don't bother Yingsheng, he has experienced those, there must be some psychological pressure, let him take a good rest first." ”

"That's right, that little Yingsheng, you take a rest first." Mica nodded, and did not force it.

Only Yun Hu'an was a little disappointed, but it was only for a while, and he quickly smiled, and waved his hand to Song Yingsheng before leaving: "See you tomorrow." ”

"Well, see you tomorrow." Song Yingsheng looked at the waving figure, and quickly responded with a smile.

Immediately afterwards, he couldn't help but breathe a sigh of relief, he still felt that this kind of scene was so embarrassing.

Forget it, now is the time to relax, he is not stingy today, called Didi, sent himself home, took a bath, and fell asleep directly.

The moment I woke up again, it was already August 3, 2020.

He looked at the phone and found that it was past six o'clock in the morning, and at this time in the past, he should have been studying on his own in the morning.

But today seems to be a little different, because he found that his WeChat, all of a sudden, has a lot of more information, and a large number of missed calls.

"Rub, it's my mom!" Song Yingsheng, who glanced at the record a little, was so frightened that he hurriedly dialed back.

It didn't take a few seconds to get a response from the old mother, it turned out that she had heard about her son and suffered a 'shootout'! Naturally, he was so frightened that he hurriedly called him.

"You! Why don't you keep replying to me! If it hadn't been for Yun Hu'an's mother calling me, I wouldn't have known what was going on, I thought something had happened to you! ”

"Ah, sorry, asleep." Song Yingsheng didn't defend anything, and was actually grateful for her mother's concern, "I'm fine, don't worry about me." ”

"That's good, that's good, do you still need living expenses?" After knowing that Song Yingsheng was completely fine, her mother asked again.

"Enough is enough, I have money." Song Yingsheng said that he did not need it.

"Ah, really, you're a rich ghost, didn't I give it all? It's better to give it, you've grown up, and you've experienced so much, you also need money to talk about your girlfriend, and you need money for food and housing. Song Mu suddenly hinted at something.

"But I still don't need it, and I don't have a girlfriend." Song Yingsheng immediately said.

"Alas, there's a lot of nonsense, just take it for you, what's more, you don't have it now, and you will have it in the future." Mother Song ignored Song Yingsheng's statement.

In this way, Song Yingsheng, who was inexplicably cared for, actually got 10,000 yuan of living expenses, saying that he would buy a notebook when he went to college in the future.

That Song Yingsheng naturally laughed at it, but he didn't expect that he went to the museum for a while, and there were so many things.

But in the end, these are actually good things.

It's time to get up, Song Yingsheng, who hung up the phone, thought to himself.