Chapter 33 Legs, legs are weak

"To put it simply," Tang Jia told a general story. The old policeman, or Uncle Yang, summed it up a little: "...Just as you were about to leave, because of the alarm of the instrument, it was a little empty at that moment, the one who was sick**..."

"Wan Ruoxiang." Tang Jia took it down.

"Ah, Wan Ruoxiang," he wrote down the name in the notebook: "... That is to say, no one carried him away, and he disappeared like this?"

Tang Jia nodded.

"It's generally clear." He should have got the answer he wanted. Uncle Yang looked at the nurse next to Tang Jia again: "Do you have anything to add?"

The little nurse was stonned and then shook her head: "...That's about it."

"Well," Uncle Yang frowned slightly, and his eyes finally fell on the middle-aged doctor in the corner: "How about you, do you have anything else to add?"

The middle-aged doctor also shook his head. The one who knew most about this matter here should be Tang Jia. He was similar to the little nurse. After he came in, he found that the man was missing and disappeared, as if it had suddenly evaporated.

After getting the reaction of the three people, Uncle Yang gently closed the notebook. Next, he asked the middle-aged doctor: "Where is the monitoring room?"

When he came to the monitoring room on the third floor, Uncle Yang transferred the monitoring record of Wan Ruoxiang's bed. In the next few hours, almost no one came into Wan Ruoxiang's ward. Except for Han Xiaoxin and Tang Jia, the rest were some necessary medical staff.

During the period when Wan Ruoxiang disappeared, from the monitoring point of view, no one came out of it, which made Uncle Yang basically sure that unless Wan Ruoxiang jumped from the sixth floor, he could not disappear from the ward.

The young policeman also saw such a picture clearly and couldn't help but be curious. He asked Uncle Yang how the man did it. He could disappear into the room without going through the exit, and he was still a deeply unconscious vegetative.

Because the young policeman asked a very practical but very useless question, Uncle Yang didn't even pay attention to him and didn't raise his head. He replied lazily, "Stand up, shut up and look carefully."

Then, he continued to observe the video, over and over again, sometimes fast-forward, sometimes backward, sometimes paused, and stared at every picture in the surveillance video seriously and carefully. It took about ten minutes to go back and forth like this dozens of times. The little policeman next to him couldn't stand it at all. Such a repeated picture made him almost have the impulse to vomit.

"That..." The young policeman thought that it was better to find a time to run away now. God knows how long this dead old man will toss around. But before he could say anything, Uncle Yang repeated coldly: "Shut up, stand up and look carefully."

"Can..." The young little policeman couldn't stand it. He thought it should be very easy to be a little policeman, but he didn't expect to encounter this on the first day of work. He kept watching the video. He felt that even if it was a love action movie shot by Jingkong, if it was repeated and repeated like this, he would see no feeling. What's more, there is no live video at this point.

This is not an exaggeration at all. Uncle Yang's sharp eyes, ordinary people who have not experienced life and death can't stand it at all. At present, this young policeman has performed well, at least without peeing his pants. But this does not mean that Uncle Yang can accept it. The engravings he used to bring were pure men. Even if the muzzle was on his forehead, his eyes would not blink again. This little follower is good, but because he was a little stricter, he was afraid of being like this. The strong contrast before and after this made Uncle Yang feel sad. He didn't I have to admit that his only little follower now is the naughty child who is sitting on the ground now.

He sighed, and a wry smile appeared at the corners of his mouth. He also understood that it was not that this little follower was not good, but that his requirements were too high. After all, he was not the criminal policeman who used to be * live ammunition. Now he is just a small policeman who didn't even have a baton. It's impossible, and he shouldn't use that to train the special forces like that. High requirements, ask for such a child who doesn't want to be a policeman at all.

Then, his eyes became much softer, a little relieved after absolute helplessness: "... You go back. It's enough for me here." He also accepts the reality. At present, this young little policeman is not a life-threatening policeman, and he doesn't have that kind of awareness. He just wants to use the convenient identity of the policeman for some benefits.

As soon as Uncle Yang finished his words, the young policeman who was paralyzed on the ground actually burst into tears. Tears were inexplicable.

Uncle Yang is also too lazy to ask why the naughty child is crying. In fact, he hates a man to shed tears. In his opinion, a real man just doesn't shed tears. Even if the sky collapses, he can face it calmly, instead of crying like the young little policeman now, crying without any warning.

In this case, Uncle Yang naturally frowned slightly and said with a little disdain, "Go home and cry. Don't cry." He said that he was not very loud, but he was full of spirit and domineering, which made people dare not to follow.

Naturally, the little policeman was the same. He, who just had a runny nose and tears, did not cry at once, like a scared child. He sobbed intermittently and deeply there, and did not dare to cry at all. Those red eyes were the same. They stared at Uncle Yang in front of him, and they didn't dare to gasp.

Seeing such a serless man, Uncle Yang became more and more angry: "Why don't you leave!" He was a little louder, but the absolute domineering was obviously enhanced by several points. The young policeman who had just stopped crying seemed to be shocked by Uncle Yang again. Tears came out of his eyes, but he closed his mouth tightly and did not dare to cry a little.

Uncle Yang is really angry now. I have seen a man crying like a woman, but I have never seen a man crying like a little child who has been wronged, so that he has been bullying him just now.

He frowned: "Are you still a fucking man? Do you want to cry like this?" He was also surprised. What's wrong with the men now? They are fragile like women.

On the ground, the young policeman still looked at him stupidly and did not dare to say a word.

Now Uncle Yang is really helpless: "Children, just be an uncle and beg you, okay? Go home and cry, okay?" He tried to use a kinder tone, like coaxing his grandson, to coax the young man at the present.

is a little effective, because of his kindness, the little policeman on the ground looks somewhat relaxed. But he still didn't leave, and he still looked at Uncle Yang, who was already kind enough, with his eyes full of tears.

"..............." Uncle Yang was speechless: "You just say something!"

"Legs, legs are weak..."

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