Police Detective

"Okay. From now on, don't talk. According to relevant regulations, the cost of medical treatment and other expenses for such problems will be borne by the person who needs medical treatment. After the case is over, if it is the other party's responsibility, you can seek compensation from the other party. .”

Bai Song said: "If you need to see a doctor, if you can move, you can take the time to see a doctor by yourself. If you can't move, you can call 120. If you can't call, I can call for you. If you are not in a hurry to see a doctor at the moment, you need me to handle this. Case, please give me a moment and I’ll knock on the door and go in to see what’s going on with the other party.”

The woman stopped talking. What happened today? Why can't any of the tricks work? Why is this police not afraid of making complaints?

Generally speaking, the police do not want to be complained about, but what women do not know is that complaints are never grounds for threatening the police.

There was something Bai Song didn't say, "If I scare you like this, I will quit working as a police officer!"

Bai Song is not in a hurry. Even if a person is about to die, when he arrives at the hospital, the hospital still has the words "Citizens have the right to give up treatment" posted there. There are some things that you are not anxious about. Do you want to kidnap the police morally?

The woman looked at the white pine oil and salt, and the law enforcement recorder on her shoulder was still with the red light on. She lowered her head, not knowing what to think about. After almost a minute, the woman raised her head and said, "Okay, you solve the problem of him stabbing me with a knife first. I won't go to the hospital for now."

Women are not stupid. A 120 call is not the police. To put it simply, the police are free. 120 a time, just a few hundred dollars.

"Okay, then give in. You're blocking the door."

After Bai Song finished speaking, he whispered a few words into Xiao Wang's ear, and then walked to the door.

Xiao Wang silently turned on the law enforcement recorder.

The woman reluctantly gave way.

"Can you move a little further? This place is too narrow."

"The door opens inward, why do you want such a big place?" the woman said in a very unhappy tone.

"I can't help it. I'm tall. I can't get through you here." Bai Song stood still.

The woman looked at Bai Song and had no choice but to move back more than half a meter. Bai Song stepped forward, stood between the door and the woman, and then knocked on the door.

Bai Song knew that there was someone behind the door. After Bai Song arrived, he knew that there was someone standing behind the peephole behind the door, and he should be standing from beginning to end.

As soon as Bai Song knocked on the door, the door opened. He leaned against the crack of the open door, entered in one step, and closed the door behind him.

When Bai Song closed the door, the woman was about to rush in, but how quickly did Bai Song react? How could he give her this opportunity? The door slammed shut in less than a second, startling the woman. She was about to rush in, but she hesitated, and finally held the door.

For some reason, Bai Song felt happy. The more this woman wanted to make trouble, the less Bai Song wanted to let her succeed!

"Police, you are showing favoritism! I'm going to sue you!" Bai Song heard the woman's voice outside and ignored her. This woman would definitely want to come in, and she would be in trouble.

Sun Tang once told Bai Song that when encountering such a situation where the two parties are in great conflict and one party is making a fierce fuss, the best way is to separate the two parties and deal with them individually.

This is also the reason why there must be two people dispatching the police. One person really cannot do it. And there is a law enforcement recorder recording the whole process, so there is nothing to worry about even if they are separated.

Bai Song's instructions to Xiao Wang were that if the woman needed medical treatment, arrange a car for her. If she didn't want to go, just let her make trouble.

After entering the house, the woman knocked on the door and shouted, but Bai Song ignored her.

Things are neatly arranged in this room, and although it looks a bit like the 1990s, it doesn't make people feel disgusted.

The person who opened the door was a young girl who looked about seventeen or eighteen years old and looked at Bai Song timidly.

This house is not big, with one bedroom, one living room, one bathroom, and no kitchen. There were three people in the room, a little boy of seven or eight years old, and a thin woman lying on her side on the old sofa in the living room. There was a small table next to the sofa, with some half-eaten meals on it and a small cake.

Bai Song looked around and saw a kitchen knife on the ground with blood stains on it.

"Did this knife hurt someone?" Bai Song walked to the knife and looked at it without reaching out to touch it.

"It's me." The girl's voice was a little soft: "Police uncle, you can arrest me."

"It's me, it's me!" The little boy ran over and stopped in front of the girl: "Police uncle! Arrest me! It has nothing to do with my sister."

"Go and stay with mom." The girl pushed the little boy away and looked at Bai Song.

"Don't worry, tell me what's going on?" Bai Song looked at the girl. She didn't look like someone who could kill people with a knife.

"She, she wanted to come in and beat my mother. Beat my mother. Then, I pushed her, but she couldn't push her away, so I took out a knife to scare her and let her go. But she refused to go, and even stretched her head over and said to me "Unless I chop her, she can't leave." The girl cried as she spoke.

"Are you and your mother injured?" Bai Song asked.

"Yes, my mother also suffered a broken head."

Only then did Bai Song take a closer look. The room had obviously been tidied up. Before that, it must have been messy. There were traces of being tortured everywhere. The girl's arm was bruised and bruised from being pinched. A piece, and the woman who was lying on the bed motionless did indeed have a cut on her head, and there were several bruises, but there were no open wounds.

"What kind of conflict is this between you two?" Bai Song asked.

"In our family, I was admitted to college this year. My mother owed her 1,000 yuan before. This month, my mother's subsistence allowance was paid, and then she came to our house to ask for it. My mother had a little money on hand, but it was just enough for me. She knew I was at home today and came to ask for money again. My mother said I would give it to her next month. When she refused, she beat my mother." The girl cried with a sad face: "Uncle policeman, I was the one who chopped the man with a knife. Take me away."

"It's me, not her." The emaciated woman sighed: "Police master, I think you are a good policeman, and we can't hide it from you. You must know what this matter is about. I beg you, this matter, Can you count it as mine? My daughter will go to college next month."

Bai Song believed the mother and daughter's statements. There should be no discrepancies in what happened. It was probably the girl who chopped it.

justifiable defense? Bai Song looked at the knife and felt a little headache. In this case, let's take it back first and talk about it later. It's impossible to mediate on the spot.

It was impossible for both Bai Song and Bai Song to be taken back directly. Fortunately, this place was not far from the police station. Bai Song called the police station and asked his colleagues from other groups who were not on duty today to help pull them out. Still no problem.