It took me a while to recover from the disgusting feeling.

I reluctantly stood up, suddenly feeling covered in filth and wanting to go to the bathroom and take another shower. But I remembered that I had only taken a shower not long ago, so I went back to the edge of the bed.

I looked at the phone that fell on the bed and the computer that was turned on, looked at the crowd walking on the street outside the window, looked at the gray ceiling overhead, and felt that all of this was so strange.

I hope my thoughts aren't true.

But in the face of those clear clues, I couldn't convince myself.

I kept thinking about those kids. If they are born to be **, they are born to be raised to be other people's toys, they are born to serve those sins, they are born to live with other children in a dark and damp rental house.

Even they are ignorant of everything, and every day they have to be tortured endlessly by some strange people in a way that they can't understand. At the moment, my mind was full of the ugly sexual organs of the men, inserted into the bodies of girls or boys who were not yet fully developed, and they were screaming in pain.

And it is money that pays for all this.

Now I finally understand why the teacher went out of his way to help those homeless children, why he was so kind in the rest of his life, why he was crazy about pursuing those cases when he was young, and why he had to work day and night in an almost masochistic way.

He was atoning for his sins.

He was atoning for his previous sins by torturing himself. He knew that if he accepted the money, so many children would not be able to be rescued and would be miserably killed by the devil; He also knew that if he didn't take the money, his wife would die of cancer.

So he finally chose his beloved.

The reason why those people were able to ride on the neck of the police to commit crimes, and why they were able to transcend the law and humanity and do hurtful things was because of people like teachers.

I believe that the teachers back then were only a very small link in the crowd they bought, and I dare not guarantee whether the entire judicial chain was monopolized by their people.

No wonder Wu Xuesheng wanted to say something like that to me before he died.

"And it's going to be in the interest of most of the top police."

No wonder, he wants to use his own life, to attract our attention with the murder case that shocked the police, and to use our hands to reveal this unknown dark curtain to the world.

It is no wonder that the high-level officials still do not pay due attention to this case under the premise that we have already raised the hidden facts of the kidnapping case of that year. It's because they know what they did back then!

They thought they were just accepting tens of thousands, hundreds of thousands, millions of dollars. But he didn't expect that he was cultivating a hotbed of crime with his own hands, pushing those poor children into the endless abyss.

If you don't know, you can't do it unless you do.

I shook my head. Trying to detach yourself from this thought that is haunting your mind. Before I knew it, I pulled my police ID out of my pocket.

I looked at myself in the photo, looked at the name "Shao Feng", and had mixed feelings in my heart.

I'm a police officer. I'm just a small police officer. But my accusation is to help those who are still struggling in the abyss of pain to be liberated, to uncover the ugly black curtain, to uncover the mask of hypocrisy on the faces of those people.

I remembered the first day I entered the police station, and all the people stood under the bright five-star red flag, raised their fists on my forehead, and made a vow that I would remember for the rest of my life:

"I swear: I volunteer to become the People's Police of the People's Republic of China, dedicate myself to the noble cause of people's public security, resolutely be loyal to the party, serve the people, enforce the law fairly, and be strictly disciplined, unswervingly be the builder and defender of China, and work hard to maintain the overall stability of society, promote social fairness and justice, and ensure that the people live and work in peace and contentment!"

I stood up, lowered my head, let go of all the thoughts in my mind, and opened the door and walked out of this small bedroom.

I'm going to go to the teacher and confront him face to face.

When I came to the street, the cold winter wind was raging, and it was supposed to be daytime, but at the moment there was only a black cloud in the sky, covering the sun.

I went to the teacher's house, and the door was closed. I knocked on the door, and soon someone came to open the door for me.

It's him. Teacher. Fang Jing.

"Xiaofeng, where did you go today, why did you come to say hello in the morning and there was no one, it's really ......" The teacher complained when he saw me.

In the face of his questioning, I was a little overwhelmed. Nervousness spread through my heart, and I could clearly hear my heart beating at the moment.

"Xiaofeng? What happened to you? What are you doing there, come in the door. "The teacher turned around and led me through the door.

I followed in a daze. Something was still cooking in the pot in the kitchen at the moment, and warm steam was "gurgling" outside; As it darkens, the lights in the living room are turned on, giving off a dim glow; Through the window, I could clearly see the trees on the side of the street being blown by the wind.

I looked at the teacher's back, and my heart suddenly twisted.

"Why are you doing this?" I gritted my teeth and muffled a few words.

Hearing what I said, he stopped, turned and looked straight at me. There was a dirty light and a bloodshot shot in his eyes.

The two men stood face to face in endless silence.

On one side was a young policeman, a student, a man who had infinite respect for the old man in front of him.

On one side is a retired director, a teacher, and a person who has always regarded the young man in front of him as his own son.

After a while, he spoke.

"You know it all. Hehe, I knew your purpose for coming here these days would not be so simple. ”

"No, I don't know. I don't know anything yet. You see, you've already recruited it yourself. I said, looking at the bloodshot in his eyes.

"Look in the mirror and see the bloodshot in your eyes. You must not have slept in the past few days, have you? Nervous? Are you afraid that your students will find out about the sins you committed back then? Are you still trying to remember if you said something wrong that makes me suspicious? ”

I don't have the nervousness I had just now. I said these words with a cold face and no emotion, because at this time I was no longer facing my own teacher, but Fang Jing.

He sighed, and the wrinkles on his face were revealed, as if he had suddenly aged ten years.