"Where's the accident?" Wang Ge did not rush into the school, but asked the doorman's uncle directly at the door, which could save him a long time to search.

"In the first year of junior high school, turn left in front of the second building, third floor, and the eighth class of junior high school. "The uncle at the door knows very clearly, and he also asked this when the people from the police station came over earlier.

"Thank you. Wang Ge didn't get out of the car, he directly raised the window, and with a thud of the accelerator under his feet, the ambulance turned around and came to the bottom of the teaching building. The school building is not very high, only six floors, and each building is connected by a corridor, the open-air kind. There were three police cars parked downstairs, but there were no police officers in the cars.

Wang Ge looked up and saw a circle of people outside the corridor on the third floor, including policemen, teachers, and middle school students in school uniforms.

It seems that the situation is the same as Tian Yuqing said, and the scene has not been controlled.

"Let's go, don't delay, go up and see what you can do to help. Song Ping'an waited until the ambulance stopped, then immediately jumped out of the car and took the initiative to take out the stretcher. Because the patient may have lost too much blood, Tian Yuqing still honestly took the plasma.

A group of three people carried a stretcher and hurried upstairs and got into the crowd.

Before the king pigeon entered the teachers of the eighth class of junior high school, there was a shout next to him.

"Brother?" said one of the children, a little girl, at the king pigeon.

The king pigeon immediately turned back, the voice was all too familiar. But looking back at these children, they didn't know who called him.

"Brother, I'm here, why are you here?" the girl shouted again.

"Jiaxin?" Wang Ge saw his sister at a glance in the crowd, and he really didn't recognize him in the school uniform just now. Wang Ge ripped off his mask, "Why are you here?"

"I'm in class here! I didn't dare to recognize you when I saw you wearing a mask just now......" Wang Jiaxin's expression was a little show-off, and the surrounding classmates were talking, it turned out that Wang Jiaxin really had an older brother who worked in the hospital. This green uniform really looks like that.

Wang Jiaxin was in the eighth class of the first year of junior high school, and Wang Ge didn't know it, so he became even more guilty.

He didn't have time to greet his sister now, he looked inside at the door of the classroom, a boy on the podium was holding a sharp knife, sitting on the steps of the podium, and the teacher was lying on the podium, already unconscious, a large pool of blood around the podium, and the teacher's chest and abdomen were bleeding spots, the flesh and blood were blurred, and the specific injured parts could not be seen clearly.

"Don't get excited, kid, put the knife down, we'll discuss everything. "The police are at the forefront.

The child's eyes were full of horror, so the knife in his hand was also tightened, and there was no intention of letting go. "I'm going to get him to apologize to me!"

"Your teacher Zheng can't speak anymore, and I can't apologize to you now. In this case, you can let the doctor here show him first, and when he is done, I promise he will apologize to you!" said the policeman with a frown.

The child is so young that there is no way to dispose of it, and there is no precedent in the city. Although the SWAT team is already on the way, even if the SWAT team comes, the snipers are in place, and the sniper position is very good, and they can kill with one shot, but they can't shoot. The killing of a child creates public opinion that the police have no way to control.

"Why are these children still here? Quickly organize the teachers to get everyone away, and all the unrelated people are evacuated. Wang Ge frowned, this is not a picture on TV or in a movie, it is really happening in reality.

The students are still too young, how can they not have a psychological shadow when they see this kind of scene?

The two policemen standing outside the classroom glanced at each other, their attention had been on the situation inside the classroom, ignoring the crowd of onlookers.

The teacher also came back to his senses, now is not the time to watch the excitement, "Students, we are going to the multimedia classroom now, please line up and stop watching here." ”

The students chattered, obviously reluctant to leave, but still listened to the adults, and lined up to leave the stairs outside.

"What's the situation?" Song Ping'an asked the police beside him.

"This student's name is Han Zixuan, and the one lying down surnamed Zheng is his homeroom teacher. I heard from students and other teachers that the relationship between the two has not been very good. It may be that this Teacher Zheng is usually a little stricter, and the child is in the rebellious period, and he is hateful, and he is in class today, and this Teacher Zheng seems to have criticized him a few words. The students were all frightened, and the female student who spoke just now was more clever, so she quickly ran out and called other teachers over, and then called the police. By the time we arrived, it would be the current situation. The police officer said.

"Now this kid is not light or heavy, he will stab people when he comes up!" said another policeman at the door.

"I'm afraid it was premeditated, you see that knife, chef's knife, the label is not torn, it looks like it was newly bought. How could an ordinary student bring this thing, this grudge is not a day or two. Wang Ge said beside him, listening to the police praise his sister for being smart, not to mention how happy he was.

Xiao Wang was right, he couldn't figure out what contradictions there were between the two people, and it was difficult to persuade him to put the knife down. Song Ping'an nodded in agreement.

"What are the chances of success if you rush up and snatch the knife directly?" said a man who looked like a police station leader next to him.

"No matter how well developed it is, it is a child, and it can basically be subdued at once. It just takes a few seconds. We were at the back door of the classroom, and the front door was locked by him from the inside, and the distance was about seven or eight meters, and there were desks in the middle, which were arranged relatively tightly. The uniform can be subdued, but I am afraid that in these few seconds, it will cause secondary damage to the hostages. The first feeling that the child gave me was that he didn't have a light or heavy hand, and now his mental state is unstable, very nervous, and the tip of the knife is on the hostage's neck, and anything can happen. A seemingly experienced police officer said.

"Now people may still be saved, and it is estimated that the amount of blood loss is relatively large. In this case, if the major artery in the neck is injured again, even if we can rescue it immediately, the chance of death is very high. Song Ping'an said.

Several people outside the classroom door made a total of this and decided that they could not use the method of forcible attack until the order of the superior leader was issued. The child's thoughts are actually the same as the adults, and now this situation is caused by a reckless tendon, as long as you can give a step, or psychologically break his defense, the matter can be solved safely.

"Send someone to ask what the conflict is between this kid and Teacher Zheng, the clearer the better. "The police station leader issued an order.

Persuasion by the police is ongoing, but to no avail. After a while, the young policeman returned with Wang Jiaxin.

"What are you doing back, go to the classroom and stay honestly!" said Wang Ge, how can this girl be like herself, where is the danger to come.

"I'm an insider. It's here to help. Wang Jiaxin said, the appearance of a small ghost made Wang Ge angry.

"Just you know, no one else knows?" Wang Ge was helpless, anyway, everyone came, in order to save time, it was impossible to change someone else.

The conflict between the students and the teacher in that class may not be known to other teachers, but the students are the most clear.

"Child, tell me, what happened between Han Zixuan and Teacher Zheng, and why did they quarrel today?" The leader of the police station squatted down and looked at Wang Jiaxin.

Wang Jiaxin is not stage frightened, "Teacher Zheng is actually very good to us, but he doesn't seem to like Han Zixuan very much." Han Zixuan is a little naughty, sometimes he talks in class, fights after class, always doesn't hand in his homework, and he often fights with classmates in other classes. His classmates didn't like him. But I think he's pathetic...... He doesn't have his mom and dad anymore. Speaking of this, Wang Jiaxin remembered herself, couldn't help but glance at Wang Ge, and swallowed a mouthful of saliva.

"How do you know?" asked the king pigeon.

"My parents came to have a parent-teacher conference, and what they told me was that Han Zixuan didn't have a parent-teacher meeting, and it was his grandfather who came to hold a parent-teacher conference. Wang Jiaxin replied. "I don't like Han Zixuan, but he is very good to me, and we cleaned up together to participate in the sports meeting. He always changed the bottled water in the class, and none of his classmates noticed. Wang Jiaxin's understanding and observation beyond his peers shocked everyone present.

Only the king pigeon and the people in the hospital know what she has been through.

Wang Ge is full of helplessness at this time, why do parents tell a child everything?

"Then what kind of contradiction is there between them?" Song Ping'an hurriedly asked. What the hell is going on, but let a teenager kill his own teacher.

"This ...... It was because Han Zixuan had no parents that no one dared to mention this matter in front of him. But every time Mr. Zheng criticized him, he had to bring it up every time. also said...... "Wang Jiaxin was a little scared, even if she was mature, she was just a teenager, she looked at Wang Ge, "Brother, don't say that I told you." ”

"It's okay, we'll keep it a secret for you, say it boldly. Wang Ge said.

"Teacher Zheng always said that he was born a child who had no one to raise, no tutor, no parents to become like this. Said more than once. Every time Han Zixuan made a mistake, he had to say this, and there were some swear words...... I can't learn it. Wang Jiaxin said.

Several adults present glanced at each other, and their hearts immediately had a bottom.

"You go back first. Stay with the teacher. Don't tell anyone about it, we'll keep it a secret. The leader of the police station glanced at his subordinates, and the youngest policeman immediately came over and took Wang Jiaxin away.

"This teacher is a bit excessive. Wang Ge said.

"Sin does not lead to death, we are not judges, don't judge the right and wrong of this matter, we just need to save people. Let's not talk about this for now, at least we have a breakthrough. Song Ping'an said, he took off his mask, "Let me try, you police will scare children." ”

The SWAT team downstairs has arrived, and in the eyes of adults, this child is still a criminal and criminal, at least an armed gangster.

The higher-level leaders really arranged for the snipers to shoot and kill, and no one wanted to see it.

Is a teacher a good teacher? Judging from Wang Jiaxin's comments, he should be a good teacher. But good teachers also make mistakes.

Is Han Zixuan a bad boy? Judging from Wang Jiaxin's comments, this is not necessarily the case. No one is born bad. Bad children also have a good side, it's just a matter of the method of education.

This world is like this, and it's not black and white, there are many people in the gray area, and there are many things that can't be distinguished from good and bad. Health workers are not good at judging, but the good thing is that they don't have to judge, so they don't judge, they just do their own thing.

"Kids. I'm not a police officer, I'm a doctor. Song Ping'an slowly approached the child, stopped about 5 meters away from him, and sat at the desk.

"Tell me about your parents. Song Ping'an said. "How did they not have it?"

Hearing his parents, Han Zixuan's eyes moved, and his body trembled. "Car accident, my grandfather told me...... They ...... when I was two years old."

"Do you miss them?" Song Ping'an said again, "I must think of it, after all, you don't want others to disrespect them." ”

"I can't remember what they look like, how can I think about it?" Han Zixuan said.

"Do you think they're asking you to do this kind of thing? Hurt other people's things. "Song Ping'an is a step-by-step camp, and the doctors who have studied psychology are different.

"He hurt me first! He said my parents first! I don't allow anyone to say that my parents are bad! What qualifications does he have!" Han Zixuan burst into tears, holding the knife and shouting.

"However, you are also not qualified to deprive others of their lives. Mr. Zheng is at fault, he shouldn't be in front of you, in front of so many classmates, saying that your parents are not good. But that doesn't mean he deserves to die. People make mistakes, but they can be corrected. Teacher Zheng allowed you to make mistakes and gave you a chance to correct them, don't you give him a chance to correct them? Put the knife down, let's talk about it, I think he should know how much harm he has done to you by now, and when he wakes up, he will definitely apologize to you and admit his mistakes. But now, you have to give him a chance to make amends, and you have to give yourself a chance to make amends. He's still alive, you haven't killed yet. You still have a long way to go. Song Ping'an said as he observed Han Zixuan's expression, Han Zixuan's eyes were erratic, and the knife in his hand was constantly trembling.

The child seemed to be thinking about what Song Ping'an said.

Song Ping'an turned his head and glanced at the police quietly.

The policeman behind him immediately understood, and rushed forward with an arrow step.

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