Chapter 18 first quarter

Because I killed my wife in a fit of rage, I decided to surrender myself. I thought it would be better to call the police on the spot, but after committing the murder, I was so terrified that I rushed out of the house without thinking, and then wandered around like sleepwalking.It didn't take me long to realize that this wasn't a dream, but reality.I began to regain my senses and felt that this was the end of the matter, and that this escape would not solve anything. After thinking about it calmly, there was only one solution.I walked towards the nearest police station. The last time I went to the police station was two years ago.Of course, that time had nothing to do with the crime, just to change the driver's license.I remember it was an old and small building.

Speaking of this, I just remembered that I heard that the police station has recently changed its appearance, not only the building has a new look, but also the case handling procedures have been greatly changed, but I don’t remember the specific changes.At that time, I felt that this had nothing to do with me, so I didn't listen carefully.If I had known today, I should have remembered every sentence well.However, even if I remember it, I don't think it will help my current situation. I dragged my exhausted footsteps to the police station and looked up at the building. The newly built building in front of me is also very different in style from the one I saw two years ago. It looks like a silver pyramid. The bottom floor occupies a wide area, and it becomes narrower as it goes up. The sharp room at the top must be the director's office. .Such a shape gives people a sense of calm, and it seems to be calling the criminal: "Come on, no matter where you come from, this bureau will warmly welcome you."

As soon as I stood still in front of the glass door, it opened silently and automatically. I took a deep breath and stepped in. Once inside, there is a semi-circular hall, facing a row of business counters, and in the center of the semi-circle, there is a lonely desk. There are two women sitting behind the desk, one is very young, and the other is middle-aged .The middle-aged woman wears a policewoman's uniform, while the younger woman wears a red-and-white striped dress with the same stripes on a slightly angled hat. Seeing me come in, the young woman stood up with a gracious smile on her face.I think this kind of expression is often seen on the street, but I can't remember where I saw it.

"Excuse me……" "What's the matter?" she asked immediately. "To be honest," I swallowed and said in a breath, "I surrendered myself." "What?" The smile on her face suddenly froze.The policewoman next to her poked her elbow and whispered, "It's surrender, surrender. It belongs to S1 situation." "Oh, yes, yes." The young woman lowered her head and glanced at her hand. There was a folder spread out there, and there was something densely written in it. She smiled again. "Is it a case already accepted by this Bureau?"

"No, it hasn't been accepted yet, I just killed someone..." "Just killed...a murder that hasn't been reported yet?" "yes." "Then you cannot go through the formalities of surrendering yourself now." "Can't handle it? Then what should I do..." "Please go to window No. 2 to go through the reporting procedures." She said brightly. "Report? But I surrendered myself." "Yes, but you need to go through the formalities first so that this bureau can accept it." After finishing speaking, she looked at the middle-aged policewoman next to her with an expression as if asking, is that so?The policewoman nodded to her in affirmation, then looked at me and said, "This is the rule."

Suspiciously, I walked up to window number two, where a man with glasses who looked like a bank clerk sat with a computer terminal next to him. "I killed my wife and want to turn myself in," I said. The man with glasses acted as if he didn't hear it, with a poker face as usual, and slowly turned to the computer. "Who was killed?" he asked casually. "No, uh, I killed it..." The man sighed and looked at me impatiently. "I didn't ask who killed it, but who was killed." "Oh, I'm sorry. It was my wife who was killed, but it's kind of weird to say 'killed'."

"So no one was killed at all?" The man's glasses seemed to flicker coldly. "No, it's my wife..." "Please state your specific name." "Huh? Oh, I'm sorry. Her name is Yehuazi, just a flower of flowers and plants." The man typed into the computer cracklingly. "Were you the one who found the body?" "What?" I asked again, I really didn't understand the meaning of the question. The man looked at me again with a straight face. "Are you the first to discover the body? Or is it someone else who first discovered it?"

"No, no one else saw it." "That's the first thing you saw?" "Let's put it this way..." I thought to myself, feeling a little headache. "Your name?" the man asked. "Onoichiro." "Please leave your address and phone number." "No. 2, No. 2, 4-chome, Onion Town, Tieguo City, Room 205, Lakeside Apartment, the phone number is..." These information were also entered into the computer by that person. "Relationship with the victim?" "The victim? It's my wife... that's her husband."

"Where was the discovery scene?" "It's awkward to say 'discovery'..." As soon as I muttered, the man stared at me fiercely, and I was so frightened that I hurriedly replied, "It's my home." address. "When did that happen?" "About two hours ago," I replied, glancing at the clock, "about eight o'clock this morning." The man finished entering the data, and finally hit the next key with a bang. "Okay, thank you for your hard work. The relevant information has been sent to the search department, and you will go to the field investigation soon. Where will you be during this time? If you are not at home, please leave your contact address. After the case is verified, the investigators will go to Ask you for a question."

"Where...is it okay to stay here?" "No problem." The man said coldly, "This is your freedom." I was clearly a murderer who turned himself in, but he actually told me that I could move freely. "Then I'll wait over there." I pointed to the benches lined up in the center of the hall and replied. "Okay. That's the waiting room on the first floor of Iron Pot Police Station..." The man tapped on the keyboard and entered the above address. Feeling bewildered, I sat down on the bench and looked around. Besides me, there were quite a few customers—it’s strange to say this, but they were ordinary citizens—shutting around in front of the window of the counter.

"Your first time here?" Someone asked next to him.Looking around, I saw a man wearing a jacket and a headscarf, sitting with his legs crossed.He was turning to look in my direction, apparently speaking to me. "It's the first time." I replied. The hooded man smiled, opening his mouth missing his front teeth. "I don't know what you are here for, but you must be very confused, right? I was also tossed around when I first came here." "What's going on here?" I asked. "It's nothing incredible. To put it simply, the activities of the police are completely programmed. Look at those people, there is a folder next to each of them, right? It records the relevant work procedures in detail. If you don't follow them If you do it, you will be punished afterwards.” "Really?" "Conversely, as long as it is done according to the regulations, no one can find fault. So they will never act rashly." That's it, I finally figured it out a bit. "Why is it designed like this?" "You have to ask, isn't this the trend of the times? After all activities are programmed, it is easy to clarify the responsibility, and rookies can start early. When it comes to programming, the police are the most backward. When the case is successfully solved, others will naturally I will compliment you on the victory of personality, but it will be miserable when it hits the iron plate. The media will bombard that there are problems in the on-site investigation, and the excessive situation in the interrogation has also been raised to the level of human rights. In short, there are countless troubles. So there is no action. The police finally made a decision to adopt a unified procedural model in the future.” "The trend of the times. After all, you know it very well." "Fortunately, my age is not in vain." The turbaned man puffed out his chest proudly. "Excuse me, I don't know what you are here for?" "Me? I'm an informant, earning some change by providing information to the criminal police. But now it's not the same as before. You can't whisper in the alleys and parks. Everything has to go here to go through the formalities. It's really annoying." As he said that, he took out a piece of paper and showed it to me, with the words "paper for information provision" printed on it. "Mr. Chino Ichiro, Mr. Chino Ichiro, please go to the information desk on the first floor after hearing the broadcast." Suddenly, the broadcast sounded in the hall, and the person who announced it must be the young woman at the information desk.