Some people say that life is like water, and some people say that life is like fire, but water and fire do not melt after all.

In the early morning of the day before the Chinese New Year's Eve, I sent Li Xiaoai to the door of the Aikang Building, "Why don't you go with me to the traffic police detachment?" Or will I inform Liu Lian to come over and accompany you for a while? ”

Li Xiaoai kept his head buried and rubbed his two index fingers back and forth unnaturally, and suddenly raised his head, "Don't be so troublesome, I'll go up and deal with some things first, the company doesn't have security guards except lawyers, you go and get busy first." ”

Although I could see that she was pretending to be calm, I still didn't feel at ease, after all, the security couldn't tolerate the slightest negligence, so I took out my mobile phone, "Then wait for Liu Lian to come over." ”

"I really don't need to, besides, even if something happens to Liu Lian alone, he may not be able to help." Li Xiaoai was always a little lucky that it had never happened or failed, she nodded her right wrist, "This is not still a position, I will call you if there is something." ”

I looked around the Aikang campus, and there was no special feeling of being stared at, everything was calm as usual, and the Rubik's cube-like box building was even more silent.

"Okay, I'll rush back as soon as possible, and you should be alone for a while."

Li Xiaoai bowed his head at me, turned around and went inside alone. I glanced around again, then at the smart watch on my wrist, and the green dot that belonged to her was moving slowly, and the location happened to be inside the Rubik's cube.

In the reception center of the traffic police detachment, a young police officer told me that the case had been handed over to the criminal police detachment of the district bureau, and told me that if I could provide clues, I should contact the criminal police detachment of the substation in time. I asked questioningly about the situation, but the young traffic policeman knew very little.

"According to the preliminary investigation, this case is not a traffic accident or accident, so we have no more information to tell you, most of the people who provided clues yesterday also made confessions, and the footage taken by the surveillance camera at that time has been submitted to the criminal police detachment, so if you have more clues, please report to the substation."

The police officers seem to be busy all the time regardless of holidays, and all kinds of warning signs can be seen everywhere in the courtyard, upstairs and downstairs, as if to remind people who enter and exit here at all times, that only such a conscientious and sleepy atmosphere can create a safe festival. I walked into the office building inside the police station and stopped in front of the picture of the location of the floor.

"Who are you looking for?" A female police officer in uniform rubbed shoulders with me.

"Is the Interpol team on this floor?" I asked, turning my head.

"Report the crime? Please go to the report room at the entrance and be greeted. Although she is a woman, her voice is very sonorous and powerful.

"No, I'm trying to provide clues and ask about the situation."

She looked me up and down, "Leads?" Which case? ”

I noticed the thick bag of papers and the dossier in her hand, "That black buggy at the intersection outside the Aikang Group yesterday afternoon. ”

"You're on the spot? Or did you witness something? "She seemed to care.

"I didn't see what happened, but I saw the results, and there was some information that I thought I needed to report, and of course there were some things that I needed to know." I'm honest.

The female officer's expression was a little suspicious at first, but she quickly changed her expression, and her eyes dragged me towards the second floor and lowered her neck, "Come with me." ”

On the second floor, the female police officer pushed open the door of the office of the criminal police team, and a strong smell of smoke mixed with the smell of office printing ink came to her nose, and the sight inside was simply smoky, as if returning to the rainforest of the past, except that it was not so humid.

Several police officers heard the door open and withdrew their gaze from the TV screen on which they were staring.

"The Bell Team is in the back room?" The female officer asked the officer who turned her head.

"It's going to be a meeting." The policeman tapped his thumb at the door and turned his head to look at the television screen again.

"Wait a minute, I'll go in and have a look." The female police officer fanned the cigarette in front of her with her hand and walked straight inside.

And my attention was also drawn to the huge TV screen hanging on the wall.

The video on the TV screen should belong to the mobile phone shooting, and the sound quality and picture have not been edited and processed, the person holding the mobile phone is a foreign man, from the action and angle of shooting with the mobile phone, he is not a photography enthusiast, at most he is secretly shooting. The streets and voices in the background can be preliminarily identified as not in China, but I am not sure where it is. The main scene in the picture is a complex of buildings that resemble coffee houses, dessert houses, and gift houses, with low white paint houses neatly scattered on a slope facing the sea, and the whistling of the sea breeze in the background from time to time.

Several police officers sat around the TV screen, and no one paid any attention to me, who was not one of them.

The focus of the video begins with a blue seascape, with a man holding a camera who seems to sigh at the beauty of a splendid holiday and picturesque beauty. The camera rotates at will, the sea breeze is gentle, the sun shines through the thick white carpet of stratus clouds, and the pillars of light sprinkle on the blue sea to reflect the entire white-painted town. It's not gloomy or sunny, it's like a fairyland.

The man sits under a parasol and pans the camera back to the street, with the steps facing upwards and a gentle slope. Suddenly, in front of the café thirty meters away, a middle-aged man wearing a robe and a scarf with a beard broke in, dressed in Middle Eastern clothes, and holding a small but clearly visible pistol. A commotion came from not far away, pedestrians on the road retreated, the man exclaimed in surprise, picked up the camera and retreated some distance, but the focus of the camera was shortened.

A small commotion gradually turned into chaos, and gunshots were heard in the café, and a fat woman with a frightened face had just rushed out of the glass door of the café, and then fell into a pool of blood with several shots, and the blood flowed down the gentle slope little by little, like a bright red river. The crowd on the street was even more frightened, and three policemen with guns at the foot of the stone steps not far away quickly rushed up when they heard the noise.

The scene seems to be under initial control, with a gunman confronting three police officers, and everything inside the café is not clear what is happening. The camera feed is no longer so shaky, and the tourists around them have regained some composure. The police outside the café seemed to be using walkie-talkies to report the situation, and the gun-wielding gangsters inside seemed to have little patience to wait for their support to arrive.

Three gunshots rang out, the window panes of the café shattered, and the policeman with the walkie-talkie was shot and fell to the ground, his body falling heavily on the stone pavement, bleeding profusely. The other two panicked policemen retreated several meters but could not find any cover. The gunmen took a blonde woman hostage and stepped out of the window, and the crowd of onlookers began to riot again, constantly retreating.

The scenes on the TV screen are like foreign police blockbusters, but it is difficult to distinguish who is the protagonist in this movie. The hostage-takers were not fierce and screaming, and the police and onlookers were thrown into chaos.

The gangsters took the hostage and straddled the body of the policeman who had been shot, bent down and took the handcuffs from his waist, and then went up the stone steps, gradually retreating. The two policemen pointed their guns at them, but they didn't dare to move, and they crouched in place and watched everything happen.

The focus of the camera is on the robbers, who are approaching a cyan sedan, and everyone seems to be exclaiming during the whole process of filming with their mobile phones, the tourists and the half-crouched policemen are nervous, and the robbers' temper full of gunpowder is thick and strong.

But all the chaos is mixed with a little weirdness, and if you don't look closely at the chaotic shot, it's hard to see where the sense of disobedience comes from in the whole shot.

The blonde woman in a dress and travel shoes, a beautiful and tall female tourist, was held hostage by a strong man, and the loaded pistol was held at her temple, and the robber would never survive if the robber gently pulled the trigger. The two bodies in front of her were enough to shock everyone at the scene, including the police officers who were still armed with guns. However, in such a scene that was enough to make anyone panic, the woman's eyes did not show any nervousness, let alone a trace of panic.

What an incompetent actor, if this were just a film work.

The assailant approached the passenger seat on the left side, pulled the car door and stuffed the abducted woman into the car, handcuffing her left hand and the left handle in the car. From the rear of the car to the right driver's seat, two policemen trembling more than 20 meters away finally mustered up the courage to bow down to the side of the fallen policeman and took down the police walkie-talkie to ask for support.

At the same time, the gangsters got into the car and saw that everything was about to end with a successful police hijacking.

Before he could close the car door, the gangster in the far window was rummaging through the car keys and finally relaxed the surveillance of the robbed woman, who was originally holding the gun in his right hand in order to be able to touch the key or keyhole, and the calm blonde woman only used a momentary movement to hold the gangster's pistol that was not on her body in her right hand.

Without a half-second pause, the blonde woman fired two shots into the gangster's head.

There were bursts of exclamations at the scene again, and before there was time to react, the gunman had already fallen out of the car door weakly on his side and fell in a pool of his own blood.

When the dust settled, two police officers who had been lucky enough to catch their breath surrounded them, and the blonde woman put the smoking pistol on the bezel in front of the car window, and raised her hands and smiled to show that it was all over.

The man with the mobile phone also let out a deep sigh and breathed a sigh of relief, and the footsteps of the surrounding tourists began to wander, and the tense crowd seemed to finally loosen its ties. The camera of the mobile phone no longer focused on the cyan car over there, and the man who had been holding the mobile phone seemed to be about to turn off the camera, and at the moment when the screen was turned off, continuous gunshots sounded in the background of the screen.

"This video was posted by a tourist on a social networking site, so we can see what happened. The next few sets of photos were taken after the local police arrived at the scene, and compared with the cameras, we can also speculate what happened in this interval without footage. An old policeman in a police uniform turned to the young policemen who were watching.

The slideshow photo shows that the two policemen who had been lucky enough to catch their breath were not spared, but collapsed next to the cyan sedan, and were shot in the head, or more precisely, in the center of the eyebrows.