[Urban] Fallen Police (Complete) - 7-9

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The Fallen Policeman (3) Chapter 8

My mind was in a mess. Now I was certain that Zhao Daqing had raped Wei Hui, which was why they were working so hard. But based on the materials in hand, it was reasonable to release her. In fact, even if I disagreed, the procuratorate would force a prosecution, and the case would not be decided in court. Moreover, this was what Commissar Meng had instructed. Although I felt very bad, it was the police duty that remained in my blood that was protesting because of the need to let the criminal go free. But weighing the pros and cons, I forced a smile and said, "Since she is innocent, why keep her locked up?"

Looking at their satisfied expressions, I continued, "I will handle it as soon as I start work tomorrow, but some procedures may take until the afternoon to release her."

Director Mao smiled and said, "It's okay, as long as the child comes out safely."

The director also smiled and said, "Good, good, that's good. Come on, let's all have a drink."

I was a little annoyed thinking that this director was really a scoundrel. But then I thought that I was no better. We were all the same. Oh well.

After finishing their drinks, Director Mao said, "That's all done. Let's have some fun."

He stood up and left the private room.

The director leaned in, his expression suggestive, and said, "Little Zhang, you'd better have some fun tonight. Director Mao specially arranged for several female students from the provincial art school. Tsk tsk, they're really beautiful, with both looks and skills." He couldn't help but lewdly grin.

I endured the strong smell of alcohol on his breath, but his words still stirred my heart. I'd heard that the Emperor Hotel was full of beauties from all over the country, but I never expected there would be female students working as prostitutes.

Soon, Director Mao returned, and several beautiful girls who looked only seventeen or eighteen years old walked in. Because of the director's introduction, I observed them carefully. They were indeed students; although their clothes were revealing and sexy, they couldn't hide their youthful energy. Each one was a young woman just coming of age, and their supple bodies showed they had undergone rigorous physical training. Looking at their slender arms and legs, I forgot my unhappiness and fantasized about how they would be in bed, their bodies undulating and alluring. My lower abdomen suddenly felt hot.

The lights in the private room gradually dimmed, and a few beams of colored light emanated from somewhere, adding a touch of romance and allure. The spacious, dark room allowed us to confidently tease the beauties beside us without worrying about others' gazes. The girl who nestled into my arms was the most beautiful of the group; it seemed I was a VIP tonight, and Director Mao had intentionally arranged for her to accompany me. However, the other two girls were also very captivating.

In the darkness, Director Mao and the head of the department were making the girl beside them pant heavily. I wasn't used to touching her so readily upon first meeting her, especially since the girl beside me wasn't one of those seasoned veterans of the pleasure quarters; she was a young and innocent beauty. I inhaled her unique, youthful fragrance, my arm slowly caressing hers. In the dim light, her dazzlingly white skin glowed faintly, her delicate body rising and falling gently in my arms, causing my desire to surge through my entire body like a tide. In

the dim light, Director Mao, holding the girl beside him, stood up and said, "Ladies and gentlemen, the room is ready. I'll take my leave now." With that, he left the private room. Immediately afterward, the head of the department, pulling his accompanying beauty, hurriedly left, leaving only me and the girl beside me in the room. Sometime later, a gentle and lingering English song drifted into the room, its melody intoxicating. I stroked the smooth, slender fingers of the girl beside me, pulling her hand towards my crotch. She understood and unzipped my pants, her cool, soft hands gently caressing my penis inside my underwear.

I sighed contentedly and asked her, "What's your name?"

She rested her head on my shoulder and said, "Everyone calls me Xiaoxiao."

I savored the soft warmth of her young body, my hand moving to her breasts. Through the fabric, I could feel her round, small breasts, not large, but full of elasticity, warm and full to the touch.

I asked her, "Are you still a student?" She nodded slightly without saying a word. Her

small, nimble hands skillfully manipulated my semi-erect penis, occasionally pressing the warmth of her palms against my limp scrotum. Under her teasing, my scrotum swelled up like an inflating balloon, and my penis swelled accordingly, throbbing restlessly inside my pants.

She gently pulled down my underwear, letting my penis protrude from the zipper to feel its freedom. With one hand, she pressed down on the pubic hair at the base of my penis, while the other hand lightly stroked my engorged penis. I felt... The pleasure this beautiful female student brought me, my arms lovingly stroking her long, black, lustrous hair, my feelings were indescribably complex. I felt a pang of regret that such a beautiful young woman was engaged in selling her body for money; yet I was also intoxicated by the intense physical stimulation she provided.

My hands, around her slender waist, increased the pressure of kneading her breasts. Her small body writhed under my ministrations, and her delicate hands quickened the pace of stroking my penis. The warm sensation between her lower abdomen fueled my desire even more fiercely. I tentatively... She pressed her small head down, and unexpectedly, she obediently lowered her body, opening her mouth to take half of my penis inside. I experienced that familiar yet strange pleasure. Although I knew that as a prostitute she had to obey my will, seeing such a young and alluring beauty actually sucking and moving my penis up and down filled me with immense joy.

Compared to my large penis, her small cherry-like mouth was indeed a bit small. Although she tried hard to take my entire penis in, my penis had already reached her throat, filling her small mouth completely, with a portion still unable to enter. She had to use her hands to make up for the shortfall, using both her hands and mouth to serve me. Her warm, slippery mouth and cool, soft hands brought me completely different yet equally intense pleasure.

I comfortably watched her small head rise and fall rapidly between my legs, and soon I felt the urge to ejaculate. The desire initially aroused by Lu Li but unable to be released swelled continuously in her small mouth. Within just two hours, my penis had entered two beautiful women. In my mouth, one was my girlfriend who loved me deeply; the other was a female student selling her body. The thought alone was exciting. My breathing grew heavy, and my throbbing penis sounded the charge.

Xiao Xiao knew I was about to ejaculate, and instead of letting go, she swallowed even harder. The moment of climax arrived quickly. I pressed Xiao Xiao's head down, my lower abdomen heaving upwards. With a numbing sensation, the semen that had accumulated for several days shot out in gushes. Although Xiao Xiao's mouth was small, her technique was excellent; she was able to completely absorb the large amount of semen I ejaculated and swallow it all, unlike Lu Li who would just hold it in her mouth and spit it out. My body convulsed, and I lay limp on the sofa. Xiao Xiao still held my penis tightly in her mouth, her small hands continuing to stroke the base of my penis, her nimble tongue encompassing my glans, diligently sucking up the semen remaining in my vas deferens. After the climax, my body was even more sensitive, and Xiao Xiao's gentle sucking made me feel even more comfortable.

Youth is wonderful; I soon regained my energy. As Xiaoxiao entered the pre-arranged room, the spacious bed, the soft pillows, and the charming young woman all stirred a sense of sensuality and excitement within me, arousing my virility.

Xiaoxiao pressed me onto the bed, first undressing me completely, then turning on the stereo and selecting a gentle folk song. She then began a captivating dance—no, a captivating striptease—right in front of the bed.

As expected of a student from the provincial art school, Xiaoxiao's striptease lacked any lewd or wanton connotations; instead, it was filled with an indescribable beauty. Her slender limbs moved with boneless grace to the music. She displayed a variety of graceful and alluring poses, each movement perfectly in time with the music, like a fairy descended to earth revealing the mysteries of the heavens. I stared in disbelief at her small, beautiful dance, never imagining that such a simple act of undressing could be performed in such a captivating way.

As the last pair of panties flew from her small hand, her newly matured body stood naked before me, her snow-white skin, her small and beautiful breasts, and the dark, glossy hair between her legs all flaunting the pride of her youth.

Unable to control my passion any longer, I jumped off the bed, scooped her up in my arms, and tossed her onto the bed. With a soft cry, my burning body pressed heavily against hers. Little Xiao, unable to withstand my weight, writhed beneath me like a snake. I greedily kissed her pink breasts, sucking on her small, tender nipples, my hard penis pressing against her thighs, searching for that warm opening.

Little Xiao gasped and moaned, tenderly enduring my almost violent caresses. My energy was so abundant I couldn't believe it myself. My burning body sank into Little Xiao's cool, smooth skin as if seeking water. Her body seemed to warm up as well, as if infected by my heat, the sparse hair below her abdomen tickling me.

I lifted her legs and pressed them against her chest. Her soft limbs seemed quite used to this position, showing no discomfort like other women. Her rosy vulva pulsated with alluring attraction before my eyes. I breathed heavily, my breath coming in ragged gasps. This captivating young woman's body ignited the wildest desires in my blood.

Kneeling between her small thighs, I thrust forward violently, my lower abdomen arching. A small cry escaped her lips as my penis plunged into her vulva. The vaginal canal contracted violently, preventing me from penetrating any further. Her vulva, like her small mouth, seemed too small, at least relative to my penis. No wonder she was called Little.

Seeing her pained expression, I felt a surge of conquering pleasure and male pride. I pressed down hard on her legs, slightly deforming her small, tender breasts and turning her buttocks upside down, making it easy for me to directly attack her cavity. My penis pierced into her body like a nail, and Xiaoxiao cried out in pain. My penis reached deep into her body, her narrow cavity gripping it tightly without any gaps. That unusually strong containment brought unparalleled pleasure.

I moved with all my might, each thrust requiring more effort but also bringing more pleasure. Xiaoxiao moaned beneath me, and when my penis stimulated her cavity deeper and more intensely, she would let out cries that sounded like sobs and sorrows, igniting a strong animalistic urge within me, a desire to torment and ravage her delicate and beautiful body even more frantically.

A young and healthy body adapts very well. Her tiny cavity gradually lubricated, secreting a moist, sticky fluid that allowed my penis to thrust smoothly. Even so, her small cavity still gave me an incredibly tight and stimulating feeling. My panting and her moans intertwined, composing a harmonious symphony of man and woman.

When Xiaoxiao lay limp beneath me like a lump of mud, her languid and joyful expression stimulated me to ejaculate a large amount of semen inside her beautiful body—a very satisfying and comfortable ejaculation. Her body convulsed and trembled with my ejaculation. As soon as I got to work, before I

even sat down, the phone rang. Political Commissar Meng casually inquired about Zhao Daqing's case. I knew what to do. New evidence had emerged in Zhao Daqing's case, and all indications suggested that Zhao Daqing was likely innocent. Continuing his detention was no longer appropriate, and I suggested immediate release. Political Commissar Meng said that since the case wasn't completely clear, continuing detention was indeed inappropriate, but they couldn't release him without charge either. He suggested bail pending trial. I was immediately filled with admiration for Commissar Meng. He was indeed a veteran. He had handled things so cleanly that if anything changed in the case, we would be invincible. I respectfully agreed repeatedly. It seems I still have a lot to learn. The day after Zhao Daqing was released, the victim Wei Hui and her family came to the criminal police team

crying

and making a scene. I avoided them, not wanting to see that embarrassing scene. I just told my team members to comfort them and verify the new evidence one by one. Even though I knew it was forged, I could only do it as usual.

As expected, Li Xiaofang called my cell phone and asked me to have tea and find out about the case. I asked her if there were any other people. She paused and said that she was alone. Would a dignified police officer be afraid to meet a female student? I laughed. I arranged to meet her at 2 pm at the Yayuan Tea House.

Since I had nothing better to do, I went to Ya Yuan an hour early, found the reserved private room, and sat down to drink tea alone. Ya Yuan is famous for its tea, and it's usually packed with guests in the evenings, but since it was daytime, it wasn't crowded, allowing me to quietly enjoy this rare moment of leisure. All the teahouses seem to play folk music like "Erquan Yingyue" (Moon Reflected in the Second Spring), which felt a bit strange after a while. But then again, listening to the mournful sounds of the erhu (a two-stringed bowed instrument), even the tea seemed bitter,

and I felt a sense of profoundness as I drank it. I thought about Li Xiaofang. We'd only met twice: once was a memorable encounter on a train, and the other was in the criminal investigation office—both in noisy, crowded places. I vaguely remembered her as a very pretty and pure woman. What impressed me most was the intoxicating feeling of our skin touching and our bodies rubbing against each other on the train; she radiated youthful energy, her body warm and supple.

Although she left me her contact information at Changsha train station, showing her interest in me, I, having weathered many years of experience in this complex society, never contacted her again, merely treating that brief encounter as an interlude in my life. I never expected to run into her again; it seems we are destined to be connected. Thinking about this, my mind wandered.

The antique clock in the elegant garden struck one o'clock, and Li Xiaofang entered the private room precisely on time. A delicate fragrance wafted towards me. "So punctual!" I greeted her with a smile. Li Xiaofang was dressed very elegantly today; her beautiful long hair was styled in an updo, making her look more like a white-collar worker than a student. Her bright eyes stared at me, as if trying to see right through me. She sat down opposite me, coldly watching me pour her tea, without saying a word.

I joked, "What's wrong? Not even a sip of water in this sweltering heat?"

Li Xiaofang glared at me resentfully and said, "Release Zhao Daqing."

I shook my head. "You're wrong. It's not that I released Zhao Daqing, but based on newly discovered evidence, Wei Hui's accusation that Zhao Daqing raped her is difficult to substantiate. According to the law, Zhao Daqing cannot be detained any longer."

Li Xiaofang asked, "What new evidence is there? I've reviewed the case file; the existing evidence is sufficient to prove Zhao Daqing's guilt."

I smiled. “I’m sorry, only Wei Hui’s lawyer has access to the new evidence. I can’t tell you,”

Li Xiaofang said. “I know you officials protect each other. You’re afraid because Zhao Daqing’s father is the Secretary-General, and you want to protect him. This is an era of the rule of law. Don’t try to shield criminals.”

Looking at Li Xiaofang’s pretty face, slightly flushed with emotion, I said calmly, “Very well, you know this is an era of the rule of law, not an era where the rule of law is fully implemented. Many things are not as simple as they seem.”

Li Xiaofang didn’t expect me to say that. Her face turned red with anger, and she said with a hint of rage: "You...you actually said that? I never thought you were this kind of person."

Li Xiaofang's excited expression and slightly trembling body reminded me of that romantic scene on the train. My heart fluttered, and I said in a gentle tone, "Don't be angry. Things are not as simple as you think. The new evidence is indeed very unfavorable to your friend. After all, this is an era of rule of law. Without evidence, I will never release Zhao Daqing." Hearing

my words, Li Xiaofang looked at me in surprise and said, "So you mean there really is evidence?"

I looked into her clear, watery eyes and nodded firmly.

Li Xiaofang looked at my sincere expression, somewhat at a loss.

I said, "You're the one who treated me to tea today. Even if we're going to argue, you should at least order something for me to eat. Only when I'm full can I consider whether I should take advantage of the situation and leak some information to you."

Hearing me say this, Li Xiaofang couldn't help but laugh. Her serious expression immediately turned charming, and she said with a coquettish laugh, "If you're not afraid I'll accuse you of accepting bribes from the parties involved, then go ahead and order."

The tense atmosphere relaxed.

The small tea table was overflowing with a dazzling array of snacks and fruits. Having skipped lunch, I began to devour them. Li Xiaofang tried to speak, but I quickly gestured to stop her, mumbling, "Please, let me fill my stomach first. Don't ruin my appetite. I skipped lunch specifically for this meal."

Li Xiaofang, seeing my state, couldn't help but chuckle. She picked up her teacup and silently watched me wolf down my food, her smile unwavering.

Seeing an innocent female student being humiliated, and as a police officer unable to severely punish the criminal but instead having to succumb to the dictates of power and release him from the clutches of the law, my heart was truly aching. As I ate the snacks, I thought to myself, "Although I want to climb the ladder, gain more power and a higher position, completely betraying my conscience is too difficult for me." What to do? I bit a piece of snack into pieces in my mouth, as if it were a criminal.

Having eaten until I was half full, I downed the tea in my cup in one gulp, then patted my stomach contentedly and said, "That's about enough. Ask me anything you need."

Li Xiaofang didn't rush to speak, but picked up the teapot to refill my cup, her demeanor both gentle and alluring. Looking at her fair and delicate hands, the adage "a full stomach breeds lust" began to take effect, and I began to boldly admire the beautiful girl before me.

Her deliberate adornment couldn't conceal her radiant beauty; her full breasts, the snow-white skin of her neck, and her bright red lips all stirred memories of our past intimate encounters.

Li Xiaofang seemed somewhat overwhelmed by my intense gaze; her cheeks flushed slightly, and she averted her eyes, avoiding my gaze.

I couldn't help but feel secretly pleased. It seemed she still harbored a vague affection for me. Regardless of whether I was interested in this beautiful female college student, no man could remain unmoved by the subtle, budding affections of a beautiful woman.

I changed the subject, saying, "Are you having a good time at school?"

Li Xiaofang glanced at me, her watery eyes slightly melancholic. She nodded and said, "Not bad." After a

moment of silence, she asked me again, "Why...why don't you write to me?"

Looking at her slightly resentful eyes, I couldn't help but feel

a surge of emotion. I opened my mouth to speak but said nothing. In the silent stillness, I felt the distance between us grow closer. A surge of impulse welled up inside me, and I grabbed her small hand that was resting on the table. Li Xiaofang's body trembled violently, but she didn't pull her hand away. She quietly let me stroke her soft, smooth hand, only her rapidly heaving breasts told me how turbulent her emotions were.

"What I'm about to say is for the girl I love and trust the most..."

I leaned forward, almost touching Li Xiaofang's face, "not what a police officer says to someone involved in a case."

Hearing my words, Li Xiaofang's expression was both shy and happy, not minding the breath I exhaled as I spoke gently brushed against her face.

Looking at her alluring figure, I continued, "Zhao Daqing's family has provided a lot of information that proves Wei Hui is a promiscuous girl, which can completely prove that the claim of Wei Hui being raped is a fabrication..." Li Xiaofang looked up, wanting to argue, but I gently pressed my finger to her lips, gesturing for her to be quiet, and continued, "I understand, this so-called evidence has very low credibility, and it's even highly likely to be fabricated..."

At this point, thinking of Secretary-General Zhao's power and his tightly knit network of connections, I couldn't help but feel a surge of anger.

I leaned back lazily in my chair, somewhat disheartened, and said, "But you and I should both know that this evidence will definitely be accepted by the court, ultimately resulting in Zhao Daqing's acquittal, and your friend Wei Hui might even be prosecuted for false accusation. Moreover, with this evidence, we simply cannot file a lawsuit against Zhao Daqing."

I lit a cigarette, closed my eyes, and took a bitter drag, feeling deeply resentful. After all, as a police officer, watching helplessly as criminals escape punishment under the protection of power, while not only powerless but also complicit in their crimes, would be unbearable for anyone with a shred of conscience.

The private room was quiet, save for the distant, heavenly sound of the erhu. Suddenly, I felt a warm body sit down beside me, followed by two smooth, delicate arms linking with mine. A fresh fragrance filled my nostrils. I opened my eyes and saw Li Xiaofang holding my hand tightly. Seeing my gaze, she blushed slightly but bravely met my eyes, her large, bright eyes filled with deep affection.

She gazed at me intently and said, "I know you're a good police officer, I like you."

Seeing this beautiful and charming girl's honest confession, a deep tenderness welled up within me. I reached out and embraced her waist, kissing her small mouth. The fresh, sweet sensation instantly spread throughout my body. She warmly welcomed my kiss, her arms around my neck, her smooth, agile tongue entering my mouth, allowing me to suckle freely.

This time, I no longer needed to suppress my desire. Through her soft, sheer dress, I pressed her full, firm breasts tightly against my chest, deliberately rubbing and entwining them.

At the criminal investigation team, following the plan I'd discussed with Li Xiaofang all afternoon, I deliberately slowed down the verification of new evidence, waiting for Li Xiaofang's actions.

Based on the surface evidence, Wei Hui's case regarding Zhao Daqing's rape seems hopeless. After all, ordinary citizens have little chance against powerful figures. Therefore, they can only try other methods, such as appealing to provincial leaders and requesting an interview from the provincial television station's "Legal Affairs" program. This requires Li Xiaofang and her classmates in the province to find solutions. My only recourse is to prolong the case as much as possible.

In government agencies, it's difficult to get things done honestly, but it's incredibly easy to delay. I assigned many tasks to the team: studying directives from higher authorities, intensive training in grappling and combat, and target practice—all within my responsibilities. Adding to this, several burglaries occurred in the district, keeping the criminal investigation team extremely busy. As a result, Zhao Daqing's case was dragged on.

The Fallen Policeman (3) Chapter 10

The captain was shrewd. He vaguely saw that I was stalling and said to me intentionally or unintentionally, "This case is difficult. It seems that we can only put it aside for now, like you." While I was on

guard, I also felt his opinion on the case. After all, everyone has feelings to some extent. In order to avoid suspicion, Li Xiaofang and I did not meet again. We only contacted each other by phone occasionally to exchange information. Although I missed her very much, I could only suppress my emotions. During my free time, I accompanied Lu Li to her parents' house a few times. Although I had had sexual relations with other women before, I felt that it was just a physical release and I did not feel anything. But now, with Li Xiaofang, we only kissed and hugged. We did not cross the final barrier. When I was with Lu Li, I felt a little guilty. It seemed that kissing Li Xiaofang made me feel like I was betraying Lu Li more than sleeping with other women.

Every time I was with Lu Li, I was determined to end my relationship with Li Xiaofang. But after leaving Lu Li, I couldn't help but miss Li Xiaofang intensely. I thought about her lips, her waist, her breasts, her breath, and her smile. Sigh, I don't know what to do anymore. I know I'm walking a dangerous path, but the thrill of this affair is irresistible. I can only take it one step at a time.

Li Xiaofang and her classmate are indeed incredibly resourceful. In less than two weeks, an undercover team from the provincial television station arrived. To get the facts straight, the reporter, in addition to interviewing Wei Hui, insisted on meeting with someone inside the Public Security Bureau who knew the inside story. I had no choice; I was already on a sinking ship, there was no turning back.

Under Li Xiaofang's charming and persistent coaxing, I agreed to meet with the provincial television reporter, but I firmly refused to be filmed and only wanted to meet with one reporter. This was a helpless choice to protect myself.

I didn't hide my plans from Lu Li, but at this point, she was still somewhat worried and fearful. After all, unlike Li Xiaofang, she also worked in the public security system and understood the stakes involved. If the anti-corruption operation failed and I ended up harmed instead, I might face more than just losing my position (albeit a minor one); I could even face criminal charges for leaking secrets, obstructing official duties, and providing false evidence. However, Lu Li firmly supported my decision, which deeply moved me.

Like an underground party member, disguised, I met Li Xiaofang and the reporter at the agreed-upon secret location—a modest restaurant on the outskirts of the city. To my surprise, the reporter was also a police officer, and a beautiful and elegant one at that. I was startled. Had Li Xiaofang brought people from the provincial public security bureau? If so, I was truly finished.

Li Xiaofang noticed my shock and quickly explained. It turned out that this beautiful policewoman was a reporter from the TV station's "Legal Affairs" program. Because the program was co-produced with the public security bureau, reporters were issued police uniforms with the bureau's approval for convenience. I finally breathed a sigh of relief.

The policewoman—no, the female reporter—was named Pigeon. It seemed she was using a pen name as her real name. She truly lived up to her reputation as an excellent reporter for the Legal Affairs section; she was very familiar with the relevant legal provisions, and her questions were sharp and detailed. She relentlessly questioned me if my account was even slightly incomplete, maintaining a professional and calm tone throughout. Our conversation proceeded quickly; she took notes in her notebook as she asked questions. Finally, she solemnly asked me, "Could you share your opinion on this matter?"

I gathered my thoughts, somewhat hesitant to meet her intense gaze. It wasn't that I had anything to hide, but rather the feeling of being unable to directly face such a beautiful woman. I earnestly replied, "Based on what I know and the evidence I have, I believe that Zhao Daqing did indeed commit rape." "His crimes, and the evidence in his favor is certainly fabricated. Behind this, someone is using power to try to confuse right and wrong."

Dove quietly observed my resolute expression and said, "I understand your situation. To ask a question unrelated to the main point, aren't you afraid that revealing the truth will bring you trouble? What motivated you to do this?"

I turned my head to look at Li Xiaofang, who was staring at me with her watery eyes, gazing at me affectionately. A strong surge of tenderness welled up within me. Looking directly into Dove's eyes, I said, "Before answering your question, let me correct something. I know what I will face. If power truly suppresses justice, what I will encounter will not be trouble, but disaster. The reason I did this is because of genuine feelings, a genuine feeling that awakened my conscience and reviveed my almost numb duty as a police officer."

My generous expression clearly moved them. Dove's eyes revealed respect, while Li Xiaofang's eyes held even more tender affection.

Looking at their expressions, I felt a mix of emotions. I truly didn't know what had possessed me, that I had gradually come to the point of confronting power, albeit covertly! And yet, I had to present myself as solemn and sacred. It was awful.

Although Li Xiaofang's somewhat reluctant expression at parting made me worry, I absolutely couldn't be with her at this crucial moment. Walking alone along the long riverbank breakwater, thinking about the impending storm, I wondered how I could remain unscathed. I had experienced the bitterness of two-timing in relationships, but how to navigate this delicate balance between law and power was still a problem. After thinking for a long time, I still had no answer. I could only take it one step at a time and accept whatever came my way.

Lying in the warm bed, embracing Lu Li's smooth, soft, naked body, I surprisingly felt no desire for sex. A heavy, melancholic mood enveloped me. Lu Li silently stroked my strong chest, and my hand rested on her firm breasts, unconsciously playing with them. My mind was preoccupied with the fate that awaited me. I had worked so hard to climb to this not-so-insignificant position; if something went wrong, all my efforts would be in vain.

Thinking of the revolutionary predecessors who worked underground under the White Terror, I could somewhat understand their feelings. Sacrificing their lives for a lofty ideal was a characteristic of their era. And what I did for the duty of a police officer, or rather, for my undying conscience, was equally precious. Fear, tension, dread, anticipation, excitement—all sorts of thoughts rushed in, my mind a jumbled mess.

I don't know when it started, but I had become accustomed to the idea that everything I did must have a price or a corresponding reward. This time, even after accepting a sexual bribe, I still wanted to convict Zhao Daqing. Why was that? Knowing this was a serious violation of the rules, was it really just for those high-sounding words spoken to reporters? Or something else?

Li Xiaofang's beautiful image floated into my mind. Could it be? I wouldn't risk such a thing just for a female college student I might actually get my hands on? For the victim... But after years in the police force, I'm used to all sorts of brutal and cruel crimes; a rape case doesn't really stir up much emotional impulse.

Lu Li's soft moans pulled me back from my reverie. I realized that my hands had unconsciously squeezed her tender breasts out of shape. She seemed to be in pain yet also enjoying it, gently writhing in my arms, her beautiful face flushed. Seeing Lu Li's aroused state, I felt a surge of heat in my heart. I rolled over and knelt on top of her, opening my mouth to suckle her nipple, my hands caressing the most delicate parts of her body with meticulous care.

Luli's small mouth parted slightly as she breathed softly. Her warm little hands familiarly reached down to my crotch, grasping my penis, which had penetrated her countless times, and gently stroking it. A warm sensation emanated from her palms, soothing my waning body.

I don't remember which sage said it, but women are a man's best elixir. My tense and depressed mood gradually eased with our mutual caresses. My male pride rose high against Luli's smooth and passionate body, and my thick penis broke through the encirclement of her slender hands, rushing towards the desire's destination in her lower abdomen. Although I had already satisfied my desire many times on Luli's bright and beautiful body, when her soft hair gently touched my penis, my blood still boiled, wanting to burst forth. There was only one strong desire in my mind: to melt into her warm and fiery body.

Luli's body trembled in waves, her vaginal opening overflowed with love juice, and her lower abdomen involuntarily heaved upwards, eagerly anticipating my thrusts. The slippery love juices moistened my penis, which was pressed against the entrance of her vagina. The intoxicating feeling was incredibly comfortable. I had made love with Luli many times, but my obsession with her body grew stronger and stronger. She was like a primeval land, becoming more and more fertile under my care, exuding a captivating fragrance.

My desire, my passion, and my frustration all transformed into a surge of heat, making my penis swell to an unyielding hardness. Accompanied by Luli's soft moans, I penetrated her vagina. Pleasure surged through my brain like a tidal wave, and I only wanted to reach orgasm as quickly as possible. I thrust my penis rapidly, almost roughly squeezing Luli's firm breasts. Her moans stimulated my excited emotions, making my movements more frequent and powerful. Intense pleasure emanated from the point where our bodies were joined, numbing my pleasure nerves like electric shocks.

Sweat poured from every pore of my body, making the touch of our skin even more stimulating. Luli's thighs clamped tightly around my buttocks, seemingly wanting me to slow down my thrusting, but I was controlled by my burning desire and ignored her thoughts. Instead, I thrust into her body even more desperately. Soon, I could feel my penis twitching inside Luli's vagina, and the fine flesh walls inside her vagina were also contracting strongly. I didn't want to control my desire at all. Like a dying beast, I howled and hugged her body tightly, and my semen sprayed into her body in spurts. Her body also contracted violently with my ejaculation, squeezing out the semen that was left in my penis. My

body seemed to be empty with the ejaculation, and I lay down lazily with a sense of emptiness and tranquility. Soon, I fell into a deep sleep in Luli's gentle embrace, no longer caring about what kind of wind and rain I would encounter tomorrow. In my dreams, I can escape the cruel reality. In my dreams, I am my true self.

Fallen Policeman (3) Chapter 11

My colleagues in the criminal investigation team solved a series of theft cases, and we all had a celebratory dinner together. We drank until we were completely drunk and disoriented, utterly unaware of where we were. I have a fairly high alcohol tolerance, honed from my time in the countryside, but I usually know how to control myself. This time, however, I was in a terrible mood, filled with worries and anxieties, so I drank myself into a stupor, passing out completely. When I finally woke up, I found myself still asleep on the sofa in the restaurant, covered with a blanket. The sky outside was already showing faint signs

of dawn; I hadn't realized I'd slept on the sofa all night. I staggered to the kitchen, where the chefs and kitchen helpers were already preparing for the day's work. I washed my face with some water from the tap; the cold water stimulated my skin, giving me a refreshing and invigorating feeling, making me feel much better. Watching the busy people, I felt an indescribable sense of gratitude. For the sake of life and the normal functioning of society, we strive in different positions. If we all disregard the rules for our own desires and selfish interests, who knows what chaos our society would descend into?

Walking on the streets in the early morning, there weren't many cars or pedestrians. Some elderly people were exercising in the flowerbeds and lawns along the roadside. The rising sun cast a warm glow through the gaps between the skyscrapers at the edge of the city. Bathed in this pure and beautiful light, I felt as if I had been baptized. My heart was no longer anxious and restless, but calm and serene. Perhaps, people in the city really should get up early and bask in more of the purest sunlight, instead of letting their bodies and minds hide too much in the sunless concrete jungle.

Sitting in the criminal investigation team office, looking at the scattered files on the table, I finished the last cigarette in the pack and finally made a decision. Li Xiaofang informed me that Pigeon's program would be broadcast on the provincial television station tonight, and she believed it would have the desired effect. If things didn't go well, Pigeon and his team planned to continue with a series of reports. Based on my experience, I judged that in the face of a powerful public opinion offensive, Zhao Daqing's rape of Wei Hui would definitely be tried through proper channels, and a fair verdict shouldn't be a problem. However, I was in a dangerous situation because many of the inside materials and information could easily be mistaken for leaks from within the public security system. I should prepare for the worst.

The phone rang three times before connecting. Political Commissar Meng was always punctual. "This is Meng Haoran, who is this?"

came the familiar voice of Political Commissar Meng. I tried to make my voice sound sincere and reassuring. "Hello!" I said .

"Political Commissar Meng, this is Xiao Zhang, Zhang XX from the Criminal Investigation Team of the Branch Bureau. I have something urgent to report to you." Political Commissar Meng said "Oh," and then, "Xiao Zhang, what is it?" I urgently told Political Commissar Meng that a classmate in the province had informed me of important news: Zhao Daqing, the son of Secretary-General Zhao, had run into trouble in his rape case. The provincial television station had sent an undercover team to our city to conduct a secret investigation and had already produced a program. The program had passed the review of Deputy Secretary Lu of the Provincial Party Committee, who was in charge of political and legal affairs, and was scheduled to air tonight. My classmate works in the Provincial Party Committee Office. He saw the program, and the content was very unfavorable to our Public Security Bureau, so he notified me to prepare in advance. Clearly, Political Commissar Meng was shocked by what I said; he remained silent for a long time, only his heavy breathing could be heard through the microphone. After a while, Political Commissar Meng finally asked, "Is your information reliable?"

I firmly replied, "Absolutely reliable. My classmate and I are very close. He knows I work in the Criminal Investigation Team of the branch bureau, so he knew it was about our branch and immediately notified me." I recited my prepared statement fluently. I did indeed have a classmate in the Provincial Party Committee Office, and we had a good relationship. I knew that programs about the political and legal system had to be approved by them, so I came up with this excuse.

Political Commissar Meng was silent for a moment before saying, "Okay, Xiao Zhang, continue to keep in touch with your classmate. I will find a way to handle it. You must keep it a secret." I repeatedly agreed. Political Commissar Meng then asked, "Is Zhao Daqing still in this city?"

My heart skipped a beat, and I quickly said, "Yes, he has returned to school." Commissar Meng grunted and said, "That's all for now. Let me know if there's any news." He then gave me his cell phone number, a number not even in the police station's internal phone book. Only after he hung up did I slowly put down the phone, letting out a long sigh of relief, as if a weight had been lifted from my heart.

All morning, I couldn't concentrate on my work, just sitting alone in my office smoking one cigarette after another, feeling somewhat despicable—wanting to uphold justice yet also betraying others, like a double agent. Yet, I also tried to justify myself, saying I just wanted to protect myself from retaliation.

In the quiet little room, the colorful neon lights streaming in from outside cast ever-changing patterns on the white walls. Li Xiaofang and I sat nervously on the sofa, waiting for the Legal Affairs program to start. Li Xiaofang held my hand, her palms slightly sweaty. The standing fan beside us creaked and groaned, but couldn't mask the rapid pounding of her heart. I was also very nervous. Once the program aired, my future would no longer be in my own control, but entirely determined by an unknown fate. Will the program air on schedule? I wondered to myself, could Commissar Meng and Secretary-General Zhao's network of connections also influence the provincial television station? If they truly had such power, what action should I take to clear my name?

An advertisement was playing on TV: an old-fashioned tank ran over a Simmons bed, with a voiceover saying, "If you break a spring, we'll replace the bed." It's truly amazing how advertisers could come up with such a pointless ad. Perhaps it was because I was in a bad mood, but all advertisements seemed irritating.

Li Xiaofang's cheeks appeared particularly fair and delicate under the screen's light, her heaving breasts displaying the pride of a young girl, her expression pure and resolute. I couldn't help but feel ashamed. A young female student was so determined and hardworking for her classmates, for the dignity of the law, and for justice, while I was secretly calculating, tipping off others, and trying to please both sides. I'm not a good person at all, utterly hypocritical, despicable, and shameless. I'm unworthy of being a police officer, unworthy of being a man, even worse than a girl. I couldn't help but groan from the bottom of my heart. Sigh, it's so hard to be a man, a truly honest man. No wonder Mencius said thousands of years ago, "Though there be thousands, I will go."

I tried to stop thinking about these troubling things. When a man's mind isn't focused on anything important, it's basically all about one thing—women. Besides, I had a beautiful woman beside me, holding my hand tenderly. My mind started wandering. I remembered an ancient love poem that went something like, "Holding your hand, we grow old together." How heartwarming, how touching. "

What are you thinking about?" Li Xiaofang suddenly turned to me and asked. I instinctively answered, "Holding your hand, we grow old together." As soon as the words left my mouth, I realized my mistake. Li Xiaofang hadn't expected me to think of such romantic verses in such a tense moment, and her face immediately turned bright red. The sight of her filled me with a sense of comfort and warmth, and I instinctively pulled her closer, gently lifting her chin with one hand and kissing her sweet, warm lips.

Li Xiaofang struggled slightly for a moment, then stopped resisting, hooking her arms around my neck and wholeheartedly enjoying my passionate kiss. Her smooth, fragrant tongue, like a playful fish, frolicked with mine in our warm mouth.

After a while, I felt our position wasn't quite right, so I reached out and wrapped my arms around her back, lifting her legs with the other and placing her on my lap. This way, our bodies could press closer together, allowing us to feel each other's heartbeats more clearly. Li Xiaofang sat obediently on my lap, letting me passionately kiss her lips, the delicate fragrance emanating from her body making me feel blissfully disoriented. With my increasingly bold movements, her body trembled like a blade of grass in the wind. I slowly unbuttoned her shirt, my rough hands caressing her smooth, delicate skin. Her small bra couldn't cover her full, firm breasts, and my palms gently stroked them, two fingers lightly teasing her nipples through the bra. At the same time, I sucked on her tongue even harder. Li Xiaofang's mouth was covered by mine, and she let out a pitiful moan through her nose, her whole body writhing restlessly against me like a snake.

The legal affairs program began at this moment. We suppressed our enthusiasm, maintaining an intimate posture as we waited for Pigeon's undercover investigation. It seems that Secretary-General Zhao and Political Commissar Meng's abilities are also limited; they can't control the provincial television station. As Pigeon's familiar face appeared on the screen, a special report titled "Power and Law" began. The screen showed my familiar city, familiar workplace, and familiar content. Pigeon's investigation was very thorough, with people from various departments of the public security, procuratorate, court, and justice system, as well as Wei Hui and her school, appearing. With detailed materials and convincing evidence, she truthfully described the case of Zhao Daqing raping Wei Hui and the various circumstances after the incident. She even specifically mentioned that Zhao Daqing's parents were high-ranking officials in the city, while the victim Wei Hui's family were just ordinary people. Pigeon was very good at evoking emotions; the whole program was brisk and smooth, and a mix of emotions—anger, sympathy, and hatred—emerged with her narration. After explaining the facts, Pigeon stood before the city's most famous revolutionary martyrs' monument, her expression impassioned. She said, "During our undercover investigation, we received help from many people who knew the truth. Their fearless spirit in the face of evil deeply moved our team. What impressed me most was a young police officer who provided detailed information about the case and the dark background behind it, allowing us to grasp the truth and uncover the inside story." When I asked him if he would face retaliation, she said she knew what kind of retaliation he would face, but basic principles of being a human being and her duty as a police officer prevented her from standing idly by while evil triumphed over justice and kindness was insulted.

Hearing Pigeon's words, my head exploded. Oh no, this is going to kill me!

I couldn't hear what Pigeon said after that. Luckily, Li Xiaofang was focused on the television and didn't notice my lapse in composure; otherwise, my image of righteous courage would have been severely tarnished in her eyes.

Finally, Pigeon said that General Secretary Xi Jinping once said that the greatest corruption is judicial corruption. In this case, we can vaguely see the shadow of judicial corruption. We are certain that in today's era of vigorously promoting the rule of law, anyone who tries to cover up the truth or distort the facts is delusional. We will continue to follow the progress of this case. I am Pigeon, thank you for watching, see you next time.

Li Xiaofang turned off the TV with the remote control, and the room immediately became quiet. She hugged my neck and gave me a sweet kiss on the cheek, asking for my opinion on the program. I forced a wry smile and said, "Not bad, Pigeon looks good on camera." Li Xiaofang pouted and said, "That's not what she asked." I smiled and said, "I know, after this program airs, Wei Hui's case will definitely be tried fairly. Don't worry, there won't be any problems." Only then did Li Xiaofang happily rest her head on my shoulder and snuggle close to me. "

A beautiful woman's kindness is profound," I sighed inwardly, casting aside my worries and anxieties. "Drink today, for tomorrow we may die." Tonight, this kind, beautiful, and passionate college student in my arms is my wine. Let me drink my fill, and lie drunk in her fragrant embrace, regardless of what tomorrow brings.

My mind and attention are completely focused on Li Xiaofang. I immediately feel her heart pounding so hard, her chest rising and falling so rapidly. Her warm, firm breasts press against my chest with each thrust, allowing me to clearly feel the heat of her youth. My desire surges through my body like water. I reach into her breasts and caress them tenderly, kissing her fair neck while my hands roam freely over her alluring body.

Li Xiaofang gasps softly under my teasing, her starry eyes hazy, her beautiful cheeks flushed a fiery red.

My desire burns fiercely within me. My restless penis, like a venomous snake, thrusts against Li Xiaofang's full, round buttocks. The thin summer clothes are completely useless in such intimate contact; my penis can feel the soft, elastic skin of her buttocks. She could feel my penis relentlessly attacking her too. Her body, soft as mud, collapsed onto me, stimulating my desire to burn even more intensely.

Holding Li Xiaofang's light body, I walked towards the bedroom. Her body seemed weightless in my strong arms. Her beautiful eyes were tightly closed, her hands tightly hooked around my neck, and a light blush covered her fair skin, full of captivating charm.

The Fallen Policeman (3) Chapter 12

The large, soft bed was faintly permeated with the unique fragrance of a young girl. I gently placed Li Xiaofang on the bed, and with her half-pushing and half-resisting, I quickly removed all the few pieces of clothing she wore. Her bright and beautiful body was naked in front of me. Under the soft light of the bedroom, her crystal-clear and tender skin was radiant with an intoxicating pink. I was intoxicated, deeply intoxicated in front of this incomparably beautiful body.

I knelt beside Li Xiaofang, burying my face in her chest, kissing her breasts, areolas, and nipples. My hands freely caressed her flat stomach, slender waist, and long thighs. Her body undulated like waves under my caresses, and she occasionally let out unconscious moans. I licked her pink nipple with my tongue, my fingers tracing her lower abdomen, parting the thick hair, exploring her warm, hot area. Her legs tensed, clamping my fingers together. But with my persistent caresses, her body gradually broke free from her will, responding to my movements with subtle responsiveness, like a passionate garden blooming with its most beautiful and vibrant flowers, attracting bees and butterflies that lingered.

Li Xiaofang's body slowly relaxed, displaying a graceful posture before me like a captivating mermaid. The point between her legs, the endpoint of a man's desire, gradually became moist, allowing my fingers to easily enter that small opening. Although only a little bit could enter, it was enough to feel the heat and slipperiness inside. Her chest heaved violently, and her small mouth emitted suppressed gasps as I teased her.

Looking at her alluring beauty, my heart was filled with gratitude for fate. I was able to possess such a pure and beautiful body; how kind Heaven had been to me! Through a series of coincidences, I had experienced the ultimate physical pleasure with one beautiful woman after another. Sometimes I wondered if I was too promiscuous, especially since I already had a loving and gentle girlfriend, Lu Li, yet I still indulged in other women. But whenever beauty was before me, I couldn't resist the burning desire. So I comforted myself with various reasons: it was hard to refuse someone's advances, men should indulge occasionally, everyone does it, one is often caught up in the ways of the world, and so on. But thinking about it carefully, in matters of relationships, these reasons are all empty words. The key lies within oneself. If I truly don't want to, who can strip me naked and force me?

Yet, facing Li Xiaofang's naked and alluring body, I still couldn't suppress my burning desire. I knew she wasn't like those who frequented prostitutes or other girls; she was a pure and passionate college student, sleeping with me because of her own feelings. If I had sex with her, it would never end so easily. The consequences could be very serious. But I also had feelings for her, from our initial encounter on the train to our subsequent interactions, I liked her very much.

Sigh, I didn't want to think about it anymore. Even if tomorrow was the end of the world, I had to possess this captivating beauty before me. I gritted my teeth, leaping onto Li Xiaofang's body. Her smooth, delicate skin immediately brought me a cool and comfortable feeling, a pleasure that seemed to seep through my skin and penetrate to my bones. Her high, firm breasts were slightly deformed by my pressure, and our bodies were pressed together intimately. My hard penis plunged straight into the crevice between her legs. As my thighs tightened around her long, shapely thighs, her inner thighs inevitably gripped my penis as well—warm, slippery, and incredibly comfortable. This allowed me to slightly calm my burgeoning desire, and slowly tease the beauty beneath me, who was already aroused.

Li Xiaofang turned her head away, not daring to look at me, her blush deepening on her face and neck. Her beautiful eyes remained tightly closed, and her slightly trembling eyelashes told me how nervous she was. I could clearly feel her increasingly strong heartbeat in my chest. I smiled and whispered in her ear, "Don't be nervous, I'll be gentle." Her face turned even redder, but her hands clung tightly to my shoulders and back, like a drowning person grasping at a straw.

I slowly moved over her, letting the friction of our bodies continue to ignite her passion. This real skin-to-skin contact felt wonderful, while I continuously kissed her face, trying to soothe her tension.

This was no easy task. I had to suppress my overwhelming desire and continue caressing, teasing, and stimulating her, which was also stimulating my own emotions, which were already on the verge of collapse. I felt like a fire was burning fiercely inside me, as if trying to evaporate every organ in my body.

But perseverance pays off. After a while, Li Xiaofang's body gradually warmed up. She writhed as if she couldn't bear my pressure, her eyes slightly open, watery and full of alluring desire. I sat up and spread her legs, my throbbing penis pressing against her already lubricated vulva. Warm, moist love juice flowed from the crevice of her tender flesh, nourishing my large penis. I was already at the point of no return, unable to hold back any longer.

I took a deep breath, cherishing this last moment before possessing a beautiful girl. With a thrust of my lower abdomen and a forward lean, accompanied by Li Xiaofang's soft cry, my penis broke through her defenses, penetrating her narrow, tight opening. That familiar pleasure instantly surged through my body, making me completely forget that the girl beneath me was an innocent and beautiful student. I couldn't help but thrust rapidly.

Li Xiaofang moaned beneath me, her thighs trembling helplessly, unsure whether to squeeze or relax. Her round, lovely breasts bounced back and forth with my vigorous movements. I leaned down, supporting my weight on my elbows, grasping her breasts, my lower abdomen moving rapidly, each thrust pushing my penis fully inside, pursuing maximum pleasure. Her vagina was filled with intoxicating elasticity; the feeling of being tightly embraced, the friction against my penis, fueled my desire even more intensely. I moved up and down with great force, the sounds of our lower abdomens colliding frequent and passionate. Each movement was accompanied by Li Xiaofang's moans, a mixture of pain and pleasure, and my panting.

Soon, a fine layer of sweat appeared on Li Xiaofang's fair skin. She frowned, biting her lip tightly, and under my almost frenzied thrusts, she let out captivating moans from her nose. Her hands were no longer embracing me, but gripping the sheets beneath her so tightly that they crumpled into a large ball beside her.

Li Xiaofang's young body was highly adaptable, and before long, she could withstand my fierce onslaught. The love juices in her vagina gradually increased, making it easier for my penis to enter and exit her once pure and innocent body. Her moans no longer sounded so painful, but rather mixed with a fresh, helpless stimulation.

This made my penis swell even larger and harder inside her vagina, and the pleasure became increasingly intense.

Sweat streamed down our bodies, our skin clinging stickily together, truly intimate. Her hands weakly embraced my waist, her whole body trembling with each thrust. The walls of her vagina contracted rhythmically, as if trying to suck my penis in completely. The pleasure of possession and conquest, combined with extreme physical ecstasy, numbed my senses; I felt like I had fallen into a paradise of bliss.

Perhaps due to excessive excitement, I couldn't last long during my first time making love with Li Xiaofang. After only ten minutes, I felt my desire surging like a tidal wave, unbearable and unwilling to endure. I quickened my movements, thrusting frantically, the fiery desire brewing and gathering in my lower abdomen. With a jolt of electric stimulation, my penis plunged deep into her, my semen gushing out in streams, landing on this fresh and beautiful body.

Her body trembled with my ejaculation, uttering indistinct cries.

The atmosphere at the branch office was drastically different the next day. Everyone looked at us criminal investigators with strange eyes, and the atmosphere within the team was oppressive. After all, no one wants to be exposed on television, especially since we hadn't done anything wrong in the case; it was just pressure from above. Several other department heads of similar rank offered me sympathetic words of comfort, but I knew exactly what they were thinking—crocodile tears, just relieved they weren't the ones in trouble.

The bureau ordered a re-investigation of the Zhao Daqing rape case by experienced investigators, with the original investigators awaiting further instructions. The team erupted into chaos. The original investigators were furiously cursing, and I outwardly appeared indignant, but inwardly remained calm. I knew this would happen after I took the job. I just didn't know if Political Commissar Meng suspected me of being an informant, or if my tipping off the team would backfire. I hoped fate would continue to favor me. Like my colleagues, I anxiously awaited further action from the bureau.

Fate seemed unwilling to let me suffer in this extreme tension. Just when I was feeling utterly miserable and unable to control myself, several robberies occurred in the urban-rural fringe area of my jurisdiction, with the victims mostly being female factory workers finishing their night shifts. Panic gripped the area, and the immense public pressure made everyone in the bureau restless. Except for the criminal investigation team, all the field officers and mobile units were deployed to the case. My team and I worked tirelessly for over a week, staking out and investigating the crime scenes, completely exhausted. It's human nature; even a relaxed job becomes unbearable after a while, but when pushed to the limit, it's just like that. My mind was filled with the case, the criminal's composite sketch, my nerves taut, completely focused on the case. I stopped thinking about how things would change after the Zhao Daqing rape case was exposed on television.

Some say the greatest joy for a criminal investigator is catching criminals, and their greatest anxiety is when they don't know where to begin with a case. We were now in a situation like searching for a needle in a haystack. Most robberies occurred late at night in dark streets and alleys, and the victims could hardly provide any useful information. Summarizing all the information, we roughly judged the perpetrator to be a local, around twenty years old, about 170 cm tall, and of average build.

There wasn't much else that could help solve the case. Following the deployment of the special task force, we began investigating released prisoners and other social misfits with prior convictions. A dozen investigation teams, with the assistance of the street office and neighborhood committee, began their work, while our criminal investigation team split into several arrest teams to stake out the crime-prone areas.

The summer nights were unbearably hot and humid, and my team of three stayed in our designated stakeout area for three days and three nights. We didn't encounter the criminal, but we feasted on bloodthirsty mosquitoes. Bored, we talked about those incredibly skilled detectives in movies and TV shows who could find the real killer effortlessly, then end the case with a fight that wouldn't result in fatal injuries—they were practically gods! Unlike us, who were all dirty and smelly, like fools, waiting here for the criminals to stupidly appear in front of us.

Because we were afraid of leaks, everyone's cell phones and pagers were confiscated, and all communication between groups was done through those old-fashioned walkie-talkies. We basically lost contact with the outside world, and we didn't know how Zhao Daqing's case was going, or how Li Xiaofang was doing. In order to prevent others from discovering our relationship and suspecting me of leaking information, Li Xiaofang and I agreed that I could only contact her and she could not contact me. I hadn't heard from her for several days, and I hoped that she wouldn't do anything unexpected.

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Fallen Police (3) Chapter 13

This robber was really stupid. After committing a series of crimes, he didn't even know to lay low. He actually came out again to commit another crime, and as a result, he ran into one of our undercover teams and was caught on the spot. It seems that what the newspaper said about the increasingly intelligent trend of crime in China is pure nonsense, or it is just a so-called high-tech crime that everyone knows about but no one investigates due to corruption. At least the criminals we encountered were still using relatively primitive and low-level methods.

To our surprise, the robber was a recent high school graduate, not even twenty years old. The bureau's intensive interrogation confirmed he acted alone, and his motive was to rob money to treat his classmates to a lavish meal. It's truly laughable. These teenagers these days—they're so quick to learn new things, yet so reckless and unaware of the consequences. I don't know what to say.

With the robbery solved, and since I wasn't on the interrogation team, and because of Zhao Daqing's case requiring me to recuse myself, I unexpectedly had a few days of peace and quiet. I secretly called Li Xiaofang to let her know that this was a crucial moment and to tell her to make sure her classmates in the province and Pigeon didn't let their guard down. Her voice on the phone was soft and full of tender affection, filling me with tenderness, but I didn't dare meet her, so I could only offer gentle comfort. Sigh, once a woman has had a physical relationship with you, she often seems like a completely different person in your presence.

The Zhao Daqing rape case is still under investigation. In reality, what's the point of continuing the investigation? Everyone knows the situation. It's just a matter of who wins in terms of public pressure and the power dynamics. The case will then be judged based on the winner's interests. It seems we haven't reached a clear conclusion yet. What makes me thankful is that Political Commissar Meng doesn't seem to suspect me of leaking information. After all, I'm a trusted confidant he personally promoted, and a policeman who indulges in drinking, gambling, and prostitution doesn't seem like the kind of person who would step forward to help someone in trouble. I wouldn't have believed it either.

Besides, the police station isn't exactly a place of secrecy. Almost everyone has their own intricate social connections. Whenever the police station conducts an operation, the news often gets out before the officers even leave the station. The bureau repeatedly emphasizes strict police discipline, but the bureau leaders themselves often can't keep secrets, and the result is the same. In fact, not only the police station, but even when the municipal party committee holds meetings to discuss cadre exchanges and promotions, the meeting content often leaks before the meeting even ends. There seems to be no precedent for holding someone accountable for leaking information. In reality, there's no way to investigate. In the end, it usually just fades away.

Commissar Meng, along with two officers from the bureau's propaganda department, went to the provincial capital to "disinfect" the situation. This "disinfection" refers to the practice of, after a department or industry has been exposed for its dark side by the media, first making a self-criticism or explanation to the higher-level authorities, and then going to

the media to thank them for their criticism and explain the rectification and improvement efforts. The goal is to get the media to report on a positive image again, or at least stop relentlessly pursuing the issue. The exchange of money and benefits involved is self-evident. It all depends on our luck. At this point, we're powerless to do anything more. We hope Pigeon can withstand the pressure, and we hope Li Xiaofang's classmates have strong enough connections

. Whether there's genuine affection or just lust, the feeling of being two-timing is truly unpleasant. Although I've occasionally frequented brothels before, it was merely a naked exchange of money and sex. Afterwards, we went our separate ways. This time it's truly different. My relationship with Luli is tacitly approved by both our parents, and our colleagues, superiors, and friends are all aware of it. We even work at the same company. Moreover, Luli's gentleness and thoughtfulness give me a sense of home, a comforting feeling for someone living alone. There's genuine affection between us. If my affair with Li Xiaofang were to be exposed, I would truly become a person condemned by everyone, utterly disgraced, and without a proper burial. But for me, Li Xiaofang is like a blazing fire of youth, attracting and tempting me like a moth drawn to a flame. Her purity, beauty, vivacity, and enthusiasm make me unable to resist. I know I'm walking a tightrope, one wrong step and I'll plummet to the bottom of a cliff, but the thrill and excitement of playing with fire gives me an indescribable excitement. It seems that only in this kind of situation is life truly fulfilling and meaningful.

It's been a long time since I visited Luli's parents. That evening, Luli and I bought many gifts to visit them. Her parents are very simple and kind people; every time I visit, they are always warm and attentive, treating me very well. This sometimes made Lu Li joke that I was stealing all of her parents' love. Faced with their kind smiles, I couldn't help but feel ashamed, but outwardly I had to play the role of a good prospective son-in-law.

As usual, dinner was a lavish spread, and unusually, Lu Li's younger brother, Lu Zhiming, was home today. He's usually a carefree person, rarely coming home even once a week. Lu Zhiming works at the Construction Bank and is only twenty-one. He's the kind of dashing, avant-garde guy with modern ideas and avant-garde behavior, and his love life is quite dramatic; he's changed girlfriends five or six times in a year, leaving his parents helpless. However, Lu Zhiming is quite nice to me. Whether at home or outside, he always calls me "brother-in-law" affectionately, which makes me quite fond of him.

At the dinner table, Lu Li's mother started nagging Lu Zhiming again, saying he's not young anymore, he could be a father by now, and he should settle down and find a girlfriend instead of changing partners so often, making her dizzy with choices. Lu Zhiming, used to his family's nagging, nonchalantly said, "Marriage is a major life event; how can we not be careful? What if we marry someone who doesn't respect their parents? It'll be too late to regret it then. Besides, my sister and brother-in-law aren't even married yet, what's the rush?" I didn't expect him to turn the topic to me, and I was momentarily caught off guard. Lu Li's father nodded after hearing his son's words and said, "Xiao Zhang and Xiao Li aren't young anymore. Let's see when it's appropriate for our two families to meet, settle things, and choose an auspicious day for the wedding. That way, we old folks can finally put our minds at ease." My face flushed, and I didn't know how to answer. Lu Li said coquettishly, "Dad, we have our own plans." Lu Li's mother smiled and said, "That's good. But you should have told us in advance. Marriage is a big deal; there are many customs and things to know. You're young and don't understand these rules. People might laugh at you later."

Seeing that the topic had been changed, Lu Zhiming chuckled and joined in the banter, joking that he couldn't wait to become an uncle and that his sister and brother-in-law should hurry up and have a baby so he could hold his little nephew. Finally, after a warm yet awkward meal, we said goodbye to Lu's parents and left the house, letting out a deep sigh of relief. Lu Li, holding my hand, saw my relieved expression and said with displeasure, "What? You were so uncomfortable at my house, but you're so relaxed now?" I quickly laughed, "No, I'm just stuffed from all that good food. Relax, feel my belly, it's almost as big as Pigsy's." Lu Li gave me a charming glare, "You're smart."

We walked side by side down the brightly lit street, the cool summer breeze refreshing us. The streets were filled with couples and families strolling with their children, showcasing the city's warm and leisurely side at night.

After walking for a while, Luli leaned her head on my shoulder and said softly, "What do you think of my parents' opinions?" My heart skipped a beat, and I pretended not to understand, asking, "What do you mean?" Luli stopped and looked at me, her eyes somewhat wistful. "My mom said we should set a date for our marriage so we can start preparing." A strange feeling welled up inside me; I didn't know if it was anxiety or something else, but I just felt uncomfortable. Looking into her expectant eyes, I said, "Yes, it should be set." After thinking for a moment, I added, "How about this, let me contact my parents and discuss it." Luli's face immediately lit up with a happy smile. She took my hand again and leaned sweetly against me as we continued walking. She kept telling me about her dreams for married life.

Using the excuse that I had things to do at the criminal investigation team, I took Luli back to her dormitory to rest. Then I wandered aimlessly through the streets, my mind a jumbled mess. Marriage, this issue has finally been put on the agenda, but I don't seem ready yet. In fact, I haven't even thought about preparing. I wonder if other men feel the same way.

Lu Li is the ideal wife—beautiful, gentle, skillful, and considerate. But why do I hesitate and feel anxious whenever the topic of marriage comes up? What am I afraid of? Is it the fear of having someone rightfully control me, or the reluctance to give up my free and independent single life? Maybe a little of both, maybe neither. Looking at the dazzling streetlights adorning the city night with so many beautiful women, I'm reminded of an old saying: don't lose the forest for the trees. Will I lose so many opportunities after marriage? Sigh, it's not like that. My mind is a mess.

My phone rang. Li Xiaofang called, saying she's going to Changsha for school the day after tomorrow and asked if I could keep her company tonight. Hearing her soft, melodious voice, remembering our passionate night, my heart warmed, and I quickly agreed. I told her I'd wait for her outside her alley in half an hour.

I waited under the streetlamp at the alley entrance on my red Suzuki motorcycle, the dim light casting a warm glow around me. In the distance, Li Xiaofang, wearing a bright red dress, walked gracefully towards me. Watching her approach, my heart filled with a warm feeling.

Li Xiaofang reached my side, her beautiful cheeks flushed, her gentle eyes gazing at me softly. Without a word, she sat on the back of the motorcycle. I whispered, "Hold on tight." She put her arm around my waist and gave a soft "Mmm."

The motorcycle sped out of the alley, soon merging into the traffic on the main street. Facing the strong wind rushing towards me, I clearly felt the warm and passionate embrace of the girl behind me. Her firm and full breasts pressed tightly against my back, gently squeezing my body like a massage as the motorcycle vibrated. This gentle caress made my blood boil, and I couldn't help but step on the throttle, making the motorcycle seem to fly as it sped through the crowded traffic.

We arrived at our destination quickly. It was a friend's house, located in a newly built residential area of the city. He often traveled for work and entrusted me to look after the house, so it became my secret love nest with Li Xiaofang. It was here that I first possessed Li Xiaofang's pure and beautiful body. As

soon as we entered the room, before we even turned on the light, we embraced tightly. I groped for her soft, sweet lips, greedily sucking on her tender tongue. Li Xiaofang responded passionately. Having tasted the forbidden fruit for the first time, she made no attempt to hide her love for me, letting me feel her sincere affection.

In the darkness, I pressed Li Xiaofang's body against the door, rubbing my strong body against her delicate and beautiful form. My erect penis pressed straight against her lower abdomen, letting her feel the intense heat of my male desire. She was breathless from my passionate caresses, struggling to escape my kisses, her breathing rapid. My hands lifted her long skirt, stroking her warm, smooth skin. Perhaps my hands were particularly cold, for she trembled under my touch, unable to help but say, "Your hands are so cold." I chuckled and said, "That's why I need you to warm them."

We stumbled and staggered towards the room, entangled together. Before we even reached the bedroom door, I had already stripped off Li Xiaofang's skirt and bra, tossing them haphazardly onto the floor. Her nearly naked body tempted me to caress her relentlessly. When my hands and lips simultaneously attacked her beautiful, alluring breasts, she could no longer hold on, collapsing limply onto the carpet, her heavy breathing filling every inch of the room.

Watching Li Xiaofang's body writhe on the carpet in the darkness, her pale white skin was so captivating at that moment.

I couldn't resist the urge to feast my eyes on her pure, innocent body. Suppressing the burning desire in my lower abdomen, I used my memory to find the light switch in the corner and pressed it. With a soft cry from Li Xiaofang, the spotlights on the wall emitted red, yellow, and blue light, adding a romantic and alluring ambiance to the room.

Li Xiaofang, curled up on the floor, her face flushed, her eyes tightly closed. Her long, flowing hair cascaded over her shoulders, her snow-white thighs bent, her hands covering her full breasts. She curled up like a shrimp, but this only accentuated the alluring curves of her round buttocks. The small patch of tender breast peeking out between her fingers was incredibly tempting. My gaze greedily admired the nearly naked beauty at my feet, my lust growing stronger, my penis throbbing painfully in my trousers. I hurriedly stripped off my clothes and knelt naked beside Li Xiaofang, gently stroking her smooth, flat stomach. With my touch, her body trembled slightly. I straddled her, brushed aside her hands that were protectively covering her chest, and lowered my head to take her rosy nipple into my mouth, licking it delicately with my tongue. At the same time, I thrust my hard, hot penis between her legs into that intoxicating area. Although there was a thin layer of panties protecting it, the warm, soft touch made my penis burn.

Li Xiaofang seemed unable to bear such intimacy, frantically twisting her thighs, trying to escape the contact with my penis. This movement only gave my penis more stimulation, making it impossible for me to control my boiling lust.

I reached between her legs, grabbed her panties, and with my other hand lifted her thigh, slowly but firmly pulling them down. She twisted her body, as if resisting or facilitating my movements. Soon, her pubic hair was revealed in exquisite detail before my eyes. Gazing at the captivating beauty before me, I couldn't help but swallow, my heart pounding even faster.

Although I had already shared the most intimate contact with this near-perfect, delicate body beneath me, and had once unleashed my burgeoning desire within that warm, slippery opening, I still couldn't help but be intoxicated by the extremely wonderful feeling when I pressed myself against Li Xiaofang's beautiful, smooth body again. The sensation of skin against skin, ear to ear, was truly indescribable; I could only express my admiration for her with even more fervent and passionate actions.

I lifted one of Li Xiaofang's legs, my penis pressing against the entrance of her slightly moist vaginal opening. My penis circled against her tender flesh, sending waves of electric-like pleasure through her body. Li Xiaofang, who had only experienced lovemaking once before, was overwhelmed; her body writhed violently, her rosy lips emitting unbearable moans, her cheeks flushed red. I thrust forward sharply, my penis immediately breaking through the barrier of her vaginal opening, penetrating deep into her hot, slippery body. A warm, tight, pleasurable sensation coursed through her entire body, and she couldn't help but cry out in pleasure.

Li Xiaofang's entire body tensed, as if she were gritting her teeth to endure the ecstatic pleasure. Her soft, warm passage seemed to tighten, gripping my penis even more comfortably. I thrust my body frantically, my penis slamming into her delicate body again and again. My hot, thick penis pierced her tender flesh like a sharp spear. Her body trembled violently under my assault, her two full, smooth breasts bobbing like a small boat in a raging sea. Beautiful moans escaped from her small mouth, arousing my already extremely excited emotions. Her moans

, her panting, her twisting and turning of her body, her flowing hair, her fiery cheeks, her burning skin, her slightly parted red lips, all showed me how happy and blissful she was beneath me. That conquering, humiliating pleasure swelled my male vanity to the extreme. I could feel my penis growing harder and larger inside her small passage. Each thrust brought an even stronger, more ecstatic pleasure.

Soon, Li Xiaofang reached her climax. She hugged me tightly, her body convulsing, her lower abdomen tensing, the muscles in her wet cavity contracting intensely, gripping my penis tightly. A gush of hot love fluid spurted from deep within her body, followed by a limp, relaxed release.

I suppressed my own desire, maintaining our intimate physical contact, supporting my weight on my elbows as I leaned against her, kissing her soft, white skin. Her body was no longer hot; it felt so cool in my arms. Under my tender caresses, her beautiful face was filled with happiness and peace, her bright, watery eyes gazing at me with deep affection,

tinged with a faint sadness at our impending separation. In the bedroom, our passion intensified. Li Xiaofang's delicate body reached climax several more times beneath me, sweat and love juices soaking the bed. During her final climax, I released all my desire into her warm embrace. She was still a novice, and after such frequent lovemaking, she fell into a deep sleep.

Unlike usual, I didn't feel extremely tired after ejaculation. For some reason, I had exceptionally high energy and didn't want to sleep. I lay in bed for a while before getting up. A cold shower in the bathroom instantly refreshed me. Sitting on the recliner by the bedroom window, smoking, I quietly watched Li Xiaofang's beautiful and alluring body, its captivating curves.

Moonlight streamed in through the window, casting a soft silver glow over everything in the room. Li Xiaofang's naked body reflected a faint, crystalline sheen, exuding an eerie allure in the quiet night.

Like a sleeping princess in a fairy tale, or a bewitching enchantress in a myth, she was breathtakingly beautiful. Gazing at this stunning scene, my mind was devoid of any desire, instead filled with a serene emptiness, my thoughts exceptionally clear and agile.

I thought of Lu Li's words about marriage. If Li Xiaofang wanted to marry me, would I gladly agree?

I silently asked myself. No. Then, do you really want to get married? Yes! The answer was clear and firm.

But why? What are you truly thinking? What kind of woman would you want to spend your life with? It was as if two different voices were speaking in my mind.

Yes, what kind of woman would I want to spend my life with? I sighed deeply, walked to the window, and gazed silently at the lights outside, twinkling like stars. Beautiful? Gentle? Refined? Kind? Intelligent?

Considerate? Lu Li and Li Xiaofang, who gave their first time to me and love me deeply, both possess these qualities that everyone hopes for. Why am I still hesitating and wavering? What am I thinking?

The city lights gradually blurred before my eyes, flickering and conjuring a blurry figure—so unfamiliar yet so familiar, so distant yet so dear. The figure gradually became clearer: a woman with an incomparably graceful figure, her long, straight, beautiful hair flying in the air. That familiar gaze, that familiar smile—I felt as if struck by lightning, my whole body trembling, wanting to cry out. The figure instantly shattered into countless fragments, and before me again, the city lights shone eternally.

It's her! I murmured to myself, Xiaoling, my first and most beloved girl, the girl I loved with all my heart, yet fate took her away. I slumped weakly into the recliner. I thought I had successfully buried you in the abyss of memory, Xiaoling, why have you reappeared in my mind at this moment? My thoughts flew back to those carefree, happy days of my youth, those years of laughter like songs, the vow I made for you, the tearful archer, and the moving story of the white bird determined to no longer hide. Memories flashed before my eyes like lightning, a long-forgotten bittersweet feeling welled up in my nose, and tears gradually blurred my vision. I could still be heartbroken, I could still shed tears for love—it seemed unbelievable. I thought I had long since forged myself into invulnerable steel. I

don't know how long I lay in the darkness before my emotions gradually calmed down. I took a deep breath, looking at Li Xiaofang's beautiful body still sleeping soundly on the bed, and a wave of guilt washed over me. Lu Li and Li Xiaofang were both such beautiful and charming women, yet I had only been infatuated with their beauty and their bodies, without investing my true feelings like they had. In that instant, I suddenly had an epiphany; I understood why I was unwilling, even afraid, to confront the issue of marriage.

The marriage I longed for required a foundation of electrifying feelings and emotional connection. In my mind, sex and marriage were two different things. Subconsciously, I have always hoped and longed to meet Xiaoling or a woman who could ignite the kind of feelings in me that I would be willing to die for. I hope to find that pure and simple feeling that I have lost for a long time.

That night, I was determined to find Xiaoling no matter what, even if she was already married and it would be painful to see her again. I just wanted to see her again, as if it were a wish for three lifetimes. I had a premonition that if I really saw her, my life would be changed again.

That night, I had insomnia for the first time. I sat next to the beautiful girl with whom I had just had sex, so bitterly and even unforgettablely missing another woman whose whereabouts were unknown.

Fallen Policeman (3) Chapter 14

Li Xiaofang left The day after I went to Changsha to study, Commissar Meng returned from Changsha. Soon, news spread from the bureau that the provincial TV station had been dealt with. My mood became uneasy, and I didn't know what they meant by "dealing with it". It wasn't until the afternoon, when Lu Li and the director of the bureau's office both called my cell phone, that I finally understood what had happened. The provincial television station insisted on its principles, and Political Commissar Meng tried every possible method, ultimately deciding to sacrifice one case to save the other. Thus, the evidence in Zhao Daqing's rape case was immediately conclusive, and the perpetrator was prosecuted according to law. The original investigators were criticized for their negligence in failing to identify false evidence; I, who was directly in charge of the case, bore inescapable responsibility for my lack of professional competence and received a demerit, being transferred from the branch's criminal investigation team. Simultaneously, the provincial public security department requested the provincial television station to conduct follow-up interviews and extensively report on the bureau's rectification efforts and related measures regarding police conduct and discipline.

In the entire incident, I became the sole person responsible. However, the severity of the punishment surprised me; no one was held criminally liable. Even so, I outwardly feigned great indignation and anger. The director naturally tried his best to comfort me, telling me that the disciplinary decision would not be entered into my personnel file and would not affect my rank or promotion. Moreover, Political Commissar Meng guaranteed that my position wouldn't be demoted. The bureau leadership's internal meeting had already decided to transfer me to a police station as its chief. The chief of a police station is at the same rank as the instructor of the criminal investigation team in the branch bureau, but the chief is a powerful local official with considerable influence and power—tangible and intangible income far exceeding that of the instructor. I could only feign helplessness and gratitude to accept the transfer, while also asking the director to express my gratitude to Political Commissar Meng

. Naturally, I wouldn't forget to express my gratitude and consideration to the director as well; after all, saying nice things costs nothing, so why not? The news spread quickly, and soon my colleagues in the branch bureau knew I was going to be disciplined. They all expressed sympathy and indignation. Although we hadn't known each other for long, the young men in the criminal investigation team showed great indignation. The captain, however, seemed to know more, only telling me in private not to forget the brothers in the criminal investigation team, as if he already knew I would be going to a better place.

A week later, as the shortest-serving instructor in the history of the branch's criminal investigation team, Deputy Director Liu announced my disciplinary action at a branch meeting. He also called on all officers to learn from my experience, strengthen their ideological and political studies, enhance their ability to distinguish between corruption and degeneration, and push the branch's work to new heights. This was a practical gift to the new century, to the Party Central Committee, and to the people.

Before my new job appointment was issued—actually, after the provincial television station finished its follow-up report—I was unusually relaxed, on vacation. No longer needing to get up early every day to report to work, I felt empty and somewhat lost. It felt strange; it seemed Marxist theory was right: in communist society, labor is a pleasure, not a necessity for survival. Anyway, staying cooped up in the house all day wouldn't improve my mood. Out of guilt, I refused Lu Li's offer to stay in her dormitory. She was the only one who knew the whole truth; of course, she wouldn't know about my affair with another young and beautiful female college student behind her back. She was very understanding of my current state of mind and told me to rest for a few days. Anyway, the School of Political Science and Law only starts in a week, so I called Political Commissar Meng to let him know I wanted to go to the school early to prepare. Political Commissar Meng probably thought I was upset because of the disciplinary action, so he comforted me on the phone, reiterating his promise, and told me to keep my phone on when I got to the school and to get reimbursed for the phone bill at the Municipal Bureau's Finance Department when I returned. I was happy to agree. I told Lu Li I was going to the school early, and she thoughtfully prepared my luggage, reminding me to be careful on the journey and take good care of myself at school, acting like a perfect wife. She adapted so quickly, while I…sigh.

Watching Lu Li bustling around for me like the gentlest wife, I couldn't describe the feeling in my heart. Having such a beautiful and charming girlfriend, yet I was still unsatisfied, not only engaging in prostitution and having a secret lover, but now I was going to seek a faint, long-lost affection. If she knew all this, what would she think? If it were me, what would I think? I dared not think any further, and hurriedly left as if fleeing. The tender gaze in her eyes as I left made me feel like I was being pricked by thorns.

Carrying a simple bag, I sat on the university campus. Before boarding the bus, I couldn't help but return to the place that held my first joyful emotions, trying to find some memories amidst familiar scenery and unfamiliar people. The sky was still so blue, and the young university students under the white clouds laughed and sang just like Xiaoling and I used to. Couples sat on the lawn by the artificial lake, their sweet intimacy only highlighting my loneliness and desolation.

I lay lazily on the sun-warmed lawn, listening intently to the songs playing over the campus loudspeakers: "My Deskmate," "Love in the Dust," "Thousand Paper Cranes"—familiar songs floated in the pure campus air. Over the years, I've heard these songs countless times in karaoke bars and KTVs, but only now, in this specific environment, do my heart, my emotions, and my feelings truly resonate with these moving melodies. The music, like flowing water, washes away the grime that has tainted my blood and soul. Only when the last rays of the setting sun helplessly disappear behind the distant mountains did I leave this place that had left me so heartbroken.

The train's air conditioning was on full blast, making the carriage quite cool, as it was the start of the new semester for universities and colleges. Most of the passengers were students heading to school. I sat alone at the far end of the carriage, silently wondering how to find Xiaoling. We'd been separated for so long, with no news of each other whatsoever. In this vast sea of people, where could she be?

Xiaoling's older siblings had all gone abroad, and she hadn't been heard from since dropping out of school. I inquired through various channels, but the result was always the same: no one knew where she was. The only clue was that her brother had transferred her household registration to a city in the south before leaving the country—a newly emerging and open city that attracted talent from all over the country. Unfortunately, after checking with the local public security bureau, all I learned was that her household registration was registered at a bankrupt factory, but she herself had never appeared. This world is neither too big nor too small; finding someone can sometimes be easy, and sometimes as difficult as ascending to heaven.

Late at night, the train arrived at Changsha Railway Station. I followed the crowded people out of the station. In the square in front of the platform, the musical fountain, donated by Hong Kong businessmen, transformed into a colorful water curtain under the colored lights. People soliciting customers cackled incessantly in my ears like crows. I hurriedly squeezed through the crowd, hailed a taxi, and headed straight for the Little Swan Hotel. The Political Science and Law School wouldn't process paperwork at night, so I had to stay in a hotel tonight.

As soon as I entered the room, the cool breeze hadn't yet cooled the sweat on my body when my phone rang. I thought it was Lu Li, but it was Li Xiaofang. Her voice was still so sweet, but with a slight hint of dissatisfaction. She asked why I hadn't called her since I arrived in Changsha. If she hadn't called the police station looking for me, she wouldn't have known I was in Changsha. I quickly explained that it was already late at night when I got off the train, and I didn't want to disturb her rest, so I planned to call her tomorrow. She was silent for a moment on the phone, then asked if I wanted her to stay with me tonight. I asked if it would cause trouble if I wasn't staying at the school dormitory, and she said that classes hadn't officially started yet, and the dormitories weren't being checked at night. I could tell she really wanted to be with me and didn't want to hurt her feelings. So I told her I was staying in room xxxx at the Little Swan Hotel. Li Xiaofang clearly sensed my unwelcoming attitude and hesitated before saying that if I wanted to rest properly, she wouldn't come. I wanted to comfort her, but what came out was so harsh. I said, "I don't care, it's up to you." My words seemed to have hurt her. She remained silent for a long time, finally saying softly, "That's fine then," and hung up. I stared blankly at the phone, unable to understand why I had treated Li Xiaofang this way. I could imagine she was eager to spend a wonderful night in the arms of her unworthy lover, but I hadn't expected such a cold attitude. I don't know why, but ever since that night I decided I had to find Xiaoling, I've become extremely weary of my current absurd life. Although I'm still inevitably attracted to Lu Li and Li Xiaofang's alluring bodies, I vaguely feel a resistance to intimacy with them. Perhaps, what we can't have is always the best. No matter how beautiful a woman is, once I've possessed her body, it's like reaching the summit—a sense of emptiness and loss. She loses her original mysterious attraction in my heart, and it's hard for her to stir up any intense emotions anymore; all that remains is the allure of the flesh.

I figured Li Xiaofang wouldn't come, and I didn't want to sleep. I turned on the TV and sat on the sofa, but the programs on the various channels were all boring. Only the music programs on the satellite TV channel were barely acceptable. I lazily listened to music on the sofa, trying to soothe my depressed mood.

About half an hour later, the phone in the room rang. I subconsciously thought it might be Li Xiaofang, so I quickly picked up the receiver. A clear female voice came from the other end: "Sir, on such a lonely night, do you need someone to keep you company?" It was the hotel's nightingale. I said, "Thank you, but I'm not in a good mood. Please don't bother me." The woman said, "Sir, if you're in a bad mood, I can help you. I'll chat with you, and if you're tired, I'll give you a massage. I guarantee you'll feel comfortable." I smiled wryly and said, "Thank you for your kindness, miss, but I just want to rest quietly by myself." The woman persisted, "Sir, our ladies are all young and beautiful. I'll have one come over so you can take a look. If you're not satisfied, that's fine, is that alright?" I was a little tempted by her. After sitting on the train for so long, I felt a bit sore and achy. A massage from a woman would be nice. So I asked her to find a lady with good massage skills.

After hanging up the phone, I unlocked the door, changed into my hotel pajamas, and lay on the bed. I felt a bit foolish; I'd ignored a young, beautiful college student, but been swayed by a few words from a hotel masseuse.

It was supposed to be a massage, but if things escalated, it was still about sex. Perhaps subconsciously, I didn't want my relationship with Li Xiaofang to continue like this, so I found it easier to accept paying for a "smile," since it didn't require any emotional investment, just pure desire.

Soon, the masseuse arrived and asked if I wanted her service. She looked to be only about twenty, with long, shiny black hair. Her clean white short-sleeved top and skirt were pleasing to the eye, and she had a sweet face. Under my scrutiny, she wasn't shy at all, offering a charming smile, though her eyes seemed to hold an uncontrollable wildness. Meeting her expectant gaze, I nodded and smiled, saying, "Okay, my whole body aches terribly. Give me a good massage first."

The masseuse took off her shoes and got onto the bed, kneeling beside my waist. Her hands skillfully massaged my chest and shoulders with a light but firm touch. We were very close; I could see her full, rounded breasts, and the two small nipples were clearly visible through her high-pressed bra. Beneath her white skirt, her smooth, fair thighs were firm and elastic, making me want to reach out and touch them. She exuded a faint fragrance, not overpowering, but enough to stir my senses.

I closed my eyes and comfortably enjoyed the massage. As she moved, my unbuttoned nightgown gradually opened, revealing my bare chest. Then the masseuse said, "Sir, would you like to take off your nightgown? It'll be easier to massage like this." "What's wrong with that?" I sat up and took off my loose nightgown. Lying on the bed almost naked, wearing only underwear, my lower body bulging, the underwear bulging high. The massage girl placed her two warm little hands on my chest and lower abdomen, squeezing them gently. The warmth from her palms traveled through my body, feeling incredibly comfortable.

Perhaps feeling the quiet atmosphere wasn't conducive to further action, she started chatting with me. "Sir, you're so handsome, where do you make your fortune?" I smiled, "What fortune?" "Working for a boss." She then asked my surname, and I casually said it was Xu. She asked her name, and after a moment's thought, she said, "Call me Xiao Hui." We both knew that in this situation, neither of us would use our real names; we just needed a nickname.

Xiao Hui was very talkative, and I frequently burst into laughter at her slightly risqué jokes. Her movements were skillful and provocative. Although she was massaging inconspicuous areas, they made me feel completely comfortable, and a warm current flowed from every corner of my body, gathering in my lower abdomen. My male desire gradually ignited under her slender fingers, and my penis began to react, swelling slightly, the outline of its shaft faintly visible through my underwear.

My hands also began to move, caressing her thighs, sliding along the beautiful curves towards her short skirt. Xiaohui symbolically tried to avoid me, then let me continue on her legs, only saying coquettishly, "Don't move, let me give you a good massage." I teased, "You've worked so hard to massage me, it's only fair that I massage you too." My hands caressed her legs for a while, then moved to her waist. Her waist was very slender, without an ounce of fat. Even through her clothes, I could feel the smooth and delicate skin there. Xiaohui continued to massage me carefully, but from her slightly panting breaths and occasional small movements, it was clear that she was trying her best to endure my teasing.

The soft, warm orange light in the guest room bathed us in its glow, making Xiaohui's hair shimmer with a subtle sheen. Her delicate, sweet face made it hard for me to believe she was a prostitute selling her body for money. Xiaohui leaned forward slightly, her full breasts hanging above my chest, exuding an indescribable allure. Her hands reached down to my inner thighs, massaging the muscles there, the backs of her hands occasionally brushing against my scrotum and half-erect penis—the stimulation was incredibly intense. My penis immediately hardened, standing erect, and a burning desire ignited within me.

I reached out and grasped Xiaohui's breasts, which hung down to my chest. They were warm and elastic, like two small doves fluttering in my hands. Xiaohui gently slapped my hand away, giggling, "You're restless down there and up there too." As she spoke, she gently stroked my scrotum with one hand, while her other hand caressed my throbbing penis. Even through my underwear, I could feel the intense stimulation from her warm little hands, and my hand holding her breast unconsciously kneaded it harder. "Ouch!" Xiaohui cried out softly in pain, "Don't be so rough, it hurts!" I released her breasts with a hint of guilt, gently stroking her waist and hips. I said with a lewd grin, "Xiaohui, I feel so uncomfortable down there, give me a good massage." Xiaohui glared at me playfully and said, "You're so naughty, let it hurt to death." Even as she said that, she still pulled my underwear down to my knees, and my penis immediately stood erect like an anti-aircraft gun, pointing diagonally at her. She gently played with my scrotum while stroking my penis, watching my expression of pleasure. Then, deliberately applying a little pressure to my scrotum, she said in a menacing tone, "If you're naughty again, I'll crush you." I feigned fear, "Please don't! If you crush it, I'm finished. There are no emperors in China anymore; I can't even find a place to become a eunuch." We both laughed as soon as I finished speaking.

Xiaohui's hands were smooth and warm, and holding my penis felt incredibly comfortable, almost like the pleasurable sensation of being inside a woman. Watching her diligent movements, lewd thoughts arose within me. "Xiaohui, take off your clothes; I want to look at you." Her face flushed slightly, and she obediently sat up, removing her clothes one by one at the edge of the bed, revealing her fair and delicate skin. Her tender breasts stood firm, showing no signs of sagging, and her straight, slender legs were tightly closed, revealing only a tuft of soft black hair between her legs.

Her long, flowing hair cascaded over her shoulders, exuding youthful beauty. "So beautiful," I couldn't help but exclaim. "Xiao Hui, you're so beautiful."

Hearing my praise, Xiao Hui smiled proudly. I jumped off the bed and pulled her smooth body tightly into my arms, feeling the pleasure from her soft warmth. Her full breasts were slightly deformed by the pressure of my firm chest, and she let out a breathtaking gasp. I greedily caressed her body—her smooth shoulders and back, her slender waist, her full, round buttocks—tempting my hands to sink deep into her delicate skin, while my burning penis lingered hard against her flat stomach. Xiao Hui's naked body gradually warmed in my arms; she was aroused too.

My mind was burning; looking at her delicate skin and her red lips, I was suddenly overcome with desire, wanting her to give me oral sex. I grabbed Xiaohui's head and pressed it down, demanding that she suck my penis. She frantically refused, "No, I don't do that," twisting her head to avoid me. I pressed down harder on her shoulders, continuing to demand, "Xiaohui, give me a blowjob." Xiaohui looked up at me, pleading pitifully, "I'm sorry, I never do that for customers." She then used her hand to stroke my penis rapidly, trying to distract me. Seeing her fearful expression, a wicked desire to ravage and destroy intensified. I pressed her down harder, forcing her to squat, and thrust my penis towards her face. "Give me a blowjob, how much tip do you want? I'll give you one." Lust had completely burned away my reason; my only thought was to shove my penis into Xiaohui's mouth.

Grabbing my penis with one hand and my thigh with the other, Xiaohui squatted between my legs, desperately trying to avoid me, my penis occasionally brushing against her cheek. Her expression was both painful and humiliated. Under my lewd power, she trembled and begged like a pitiful little rabbit, "Please, don't do this. I never do this for customers. I'll call other girls for you. They can give you oral sex, okay?" Xiao Hui's delicate and weak beauty excited me greatly. It felt like I was raping her. I teased her, "I never do it for customers. I only give it to my boyfriend. Today, treat me like your boyfriend. Give me oral sex. I won't be stingy." With my blood surging, my movements became more powerful, firmly fixing her body between my legs. My penis tried hard to find her little mouth. In the midst of the chaotic struggle, Xiao Hui's beautiful long hair was scattered on her cheeks, making her look like she had been humiliated.

Fallen Policeman (3) Chapter 15

Taking advantage of the moment when Xiao Hui opened her mouth to gasp for breath, I thrust forward without regard for anything else. My penis accurately entered her mouth, directly hitting her throat. The warm, wet heat immediately enveloped my half-penis. Caught off guard by the sudden attack, she was momentarily stunned, her soft tongue still tightly wrapped around my penis.

But it was only for a moment; she immediately snapped back to reality, struggling violently to break free from my intrusion. Because her mouth was full of my penis, she couldn't make a sound, only the buzzing from her nose indicating her anger and humiliation.

But how could her delicate body contend with a well-trained, strong man? I pressed down on her shoulder with one hand and held her head steady behind her back with the other. She didn't dare bite, only pushing against my legs and desperately shaking her head, trying to spit out my penis. This resistance was utterly insignificant to me, lost in desire—like an ant trying to shake a tree. I slowly swayed my hips, fully enjoying the pleasure of my penis thrusting in and out of her mouth. So good, so incredibly good.

Xiao Hui let out a mournful whimper from her nose. Seeing that her struggles were futile, she finally gave up her pointless resistance, kneeling limply on the ground, supporting herself on my legs. I allowed her to freely violate my lips, gradually increasing the speed of my movements inside her mouth, my penis growing larger and harder, filling her mouth completely. With my rough movements, strands of her long hair clung to my saliva-moistened penis, repeatedly entering her mouth.

I looked down at Xiao Hui kneeling between my legs; her bright, smooth body trembled with my movements. The intense physical and psychological pleasure intertwined, stimulating every cell in my body with overwhelming intensity. I was blissfully immersed in this brutal lewd play.

Perhaps my actions were too rough and made her very uncomfortable. To my surprise, Xiaohui began to cooperate with my movements in her mouth. She held the base of my penis with her hand, smoothing down the stiff pubic hair with her fingers, responding to my thrusts, actively moving her head to swallow and release my penis, and occasionally sucking on my glans with her tongue. This instantly made me feel like I was floating on air. Lost in desire, I had no time to think about how Xiaohui, who had just been desperately resisting, possessed such skillful oral sex techniques. I relaxed completely and enjoyed her oral service.

Gradually taking the initiative, Xiaohui knew very well how to give me the greatest pleasure. Her lips and tongue skillfully stimulated my penis, sending waves of intense pleasure washing over my body without pause. I couldn't help but let out soft moans. I felt all my desire concentrating in my lower abdomen, and the urge to ejaculate gradually intensified. My penis throbbed in Xiaohui's mouth, swelling and throbbing, ready to burst at any moment.

Xiaohui sensed my urge and changed her approach. She gripped my penis with her hand and began to stroke it rapidly, her small mouth sucking on it. My lower abdomen spasmed in waves, and my penis swelled larger and larger with intense pleasure. As the climax arrived, hot semen burst forth, flowing directly into her mouth. Xiaohui sucked diligently, trying to accommodate my climax, gurgling in her throat, clearly having swallowed my semen.

Ah! A scream jolted me from my blissful state. I looked in the direction of the sound and was immediately stunned, my body stiffening as if struck by lightning. Standing under the doorway at the corner of the guest room was a woman in flowing white, her face filled with disbelief. It was none other than Li Xiaofang, whom I hadn't expected to come. Her face was deathly pale, devoid of any color, staring blankly at us, who were still in an extremely lewd posture. Xiao Hui was also startled. She hurriedly spat out my still-erect penis, picked up the clothes on the ground to cover her naked body, leaving my penis shamelessly sticking up in the air, a long thin line of semen mixed with the saliva she left on my penis hanging down.

Li Xiaofang gradually recovered from her shock, her once gentle eyes now as cold as ice. Her fierce expression, her lips tightly pressed together, sent chills down my spine. In this awkward situation, my tongue seemed frozen; I couldn't utter a single word. I just stared at her anxiously, waiting for her next move. After what felt like an eternity, or perhaps only a few seconds, Li Xiaofang violently threw the bag she was carrying at me. It hit me hard, but I felt no pain. She stared at me coldly with angry eyes, as if trying to see right through me. After a long pause, she finally managed to squeeze out a single sentence: "You're shameless!" Her tone was filled with utter despair and despair, but even more so with sadness and anger. Those three short words struck me like a thunderbolt.

Then Li Xiaofang turned and rushed out. I instinctively raised my leg to chase after her, only to realize I was still naked. I hurriedly picked up my clothes and started to put them on. As soon as I put on my underwear, my mind cleared. What was the point of chasing her now? I collapsed onto the bed like a deflated balloon. Xiao Hui slowly got up from the bedside, grabbed her clothes, and went into the bathroom. My mind was a mess; I hadn't expected this to happen. I pulled a cigarette from my bag and took a deep drag.

After a while, Xiao Hui came out of the bathroom, fully dressed. She silently glanced at my dejected state, sat down on the sofa, picked up the cigarette I had left on the table, and lit one herself. She took a drag, skillfully exhaled a series of smoke rings, and asked me leisurely, "Was that your wife?" I mumbled, "No." "Was that your girlfriend?" I shook my head. Xiao Hui looked at me strangely. "Then who is she to you?" My mind went blank. Yes, who is she to me? She's not my wife, not my spouse. I made no promises to her.

We only had sex. Why am I so upset? But the more I thought about it, the more upset I felt, as if a hidden corner deep within me was aching.

"I know," Xiaohui said, looking at my shifting expression. She feigned sudden realization, "It's your mistress. She wanted to surprise you, but she saw you with me." I nodded weakly. "So clever, you guessed perfectly." Xiaohui continued smoking with impeccable elegance, her face dignified and refined. I couldn't reconcile her with the image of a woman who had just transformed from a humiliated girl to a passionate and unrestrained young woman.

She looked at me coldly, somewhat disdainfully, and said, "So what if she's a mistress? What do you look like? You look like a defeated rooster, not a man at all. Where did your ferocity go?"

Seeing Xiaohui's contemptuous expression, a nameless rage ignited within me. "Damn it! If it weren't for you, how could Li Xiaofang have seen this dark side of me, and now she's making sarcastic remarks? You shameless bastard!" I cursed inwardly. I leaped off the bed, rushed to her, grabbed her, and lifted her up in my arms.

With a soft cry, I threw her heavily onto the bed. Though she cried out in pain, her eyes held a defiant glint. She twisted her body on the bed in an extremely seductive pose, giggling, "I just came, are you still going?" Those words ignited my fire. Lust and anger intertwined, and I viciously pounced on her, pressing my heavy body against hers, mercilessly kneading her. Her screams and moans made my blood boil. "I'm going to fuck you to death!" I said fiercely, my heart filled with the desire to conquer this capricious vixen beneath me. Xiao Hui gasped, "Come on, I'm waiting for you. I love being fucked by you, I'm willing to be fucked to death."

A whole night of frenzied thrusting ensued. It was the first time I'd made love to a woman without a condom, and the first time I'd discovered the blood of a savage woman flowing within me. I ravaged Xiao Hui's tender body like a wild beast, and she, like a mother animal, tore and clawed at me. She seemed to be a woman with masochistic tendencies, teasing and stimulating my desires in various ways on the bed. My brutal, animalistic nature was unleashed on her in its entirety. It was the most exciting, wildest, and most exhausting night of my life. In the end, my mind was a blur. I never imagined a woman could be so alluring after completely letting go, making one willing to sacrifice everything for that extreme sensual stimulation. It wasn't until dawn that Xiaohui collapsed beneath me like a lump of mud. I felt an emptiness in my body, as if it had been emptied, limp and powerless, not wanting to move a single finger. In this naked battle of flesh, neither of us conquered the other, or perhaps we conquered each other, but deep down, I felt I had lost. Besides having Xiaohui awaken the most absurd and animalistic side of my desires, I seemed to have lost much more.

When I woke up, it was already noon. My stomach was growling loudly; I must have woken up from hunger. Xiao Hui was no longer beside me. Beside my pillow lay a note with a hotel logo. I picked it up and saw it was from Xiao Hui.

"I didn't expect you to be a police officer. Logically, I should charge you more, since your colleagues often overcharge us sisters. But you're having a run of bad luck, so forget it! I'll only take five hundred yuan. I had a very good night too; I haven't felt this good in a long time. If you want to see me again, just call me; my number is 127xxxxxxx. By the way, your mistress is too inexperienced; you should dump her. I bet she can't handle you in bed, haha. Bye-bye." Looking at Xiao Hui's whirlwind-like handwriting, I didn't know whether to laugh or cry; I couldn't describe the feeling in my heart. Sigh!

But her handwriting was really good, strong and firm, like a man's. Thinking about everything that had happened last night, and thinking about Li Xiaofang's anger and disappointment, I was overwhelmed with mixed emotions.

I walked to the window and opened it. The scorching sun shone directly on my naked body, and a wave of hot air rushed in, dispelling the lingering odor left by the couple's intercourse in the room. Looking at the endless stream of cars on the overpass outside the window, I took a deep breath and stopped thinking about anything that bothered me. Anyway, today is a new day.

Fallen Policeman (3) Chapter 16

Things in this world are very strange. When you are searching for something, you often exhaust all your efforts and end up frustrated and exhausted, but it is all in vain; when you are disheartened, you suddenly find a way out and find that person in the dim light.

After putting aside all the annoying thoughts and settling down at the political and legal school, I didn't want to make connections with my classmates from various regions of Hunan. With a few days left before the official start of classes, I visited each of Xiaoling's classmates in Changsha one by one, according to the information I had collected beforehand, to see if anyone knew anything about her. To be honest, I still had a lot of hope. After all, Xiaoling left school near graduation, and after four years of classmates, we should still have some good friends in touch.

For several days, I searched every street and alley in Changsha, but the result was extremely disappointing. I contacted all of Xiaoling's classmates in Changsha, but no one had any news of her. It was as if Xiaoling had vanished into thin air. What was infuriating was that a guy working at the Provincial Pharmaceutical Administration had completely forgotten about Xiaoling. Only after I reminded him repeatedly did he barely remember having a classmate who knew her. I was so angry I almost wanted to punch him.

Finally, I had to temporarily stop searching for Xiaoling and go back to school. This semester, a new batch of students temporarily joined my class, mostly heads of county-level public security bureaus from various regions. New central government regulations stipulated that by 2001 at the latest, all leading cadres in the public security system must possess a university degree in a relevant field; otherwise, they would be dismissed. This forced these people, in their forties and fifties, to pick up their books again and return to school. To obtain a diploma, they sat obediently in classrooms like twenty-somethings, listening to much younger students teach them how to solve cases. Because of their age and being newcomers, they couldn't keep up with the curriculum and were forced to seek help from us younger students. The ambitious younger classmates looked down on these old and unsophisticated individuals, often ignoring them.

Only I knew that these people were powerful figures in their local units, so I did my best to help them through their difficulties. Besides lending them notes, I tried my best to provide them with answers during exams. So, although we only attended classes together for a little over a month, our relationship became very friendly, and they all invited me to visit them. Actually, I wasn't trying to build a relationship with them; after all, we lived in different areas, and I didn't have any demands on them. It was just that seeing these people, not much younger than my father, behaving so respectfully like schoolchildren in front of younger teachers and students, filled me with indescribable feelings. I just wanted to help them as much as possible. Besides, most of them had spent most of their lives on the front lines of crime-solving. They might not have high academic qualifications and lack theoretical knowledge, but they were extremely skilled in their work. They were always the stars in case analysis classes, leaving those arrogant young students completely bewildered. I also learned a lot of real skills from them that couldn't be taught in books.

A little over a month passed quickly, and before I knew it, the semester was over. Li Xiaofang hadn't contacted me during this time, and I felt a bittersweet relief, hoping it would end there and our relationship would be over. Some good news came from the bureau. The provincial television station broadcast news about our bureau's rectification efforts. Zhao Daqing was sentenced to seven years in prison for rape, but because he was under eighteen (who knows if they changed his household registration), he was temporarily detained in the provincial juvenile detention center. My official appointment also came through; I was officially appointed as the head of the Hongxing Road Police Station, and I could take office as soon as I got back.

Lu Li called me almost every day, her tender concern making me feel ashamed and grateful. I felt I needed to treat her even better to at least have a clear conscience. After finishing my last exam, "Criminal Investigation," I went shopping in the city with some classmates from out of town. They were buying things for their wives and children, while I planned to buy gifts for Lu Li, her parents, and her brother. After all, living alone in a strange city, her family had given me so much warmth, preventing me from feeling too lonely.

The Apollo Commercial Plaza was bustling with people. I only went up three floors, and before I'd even seen a few places, I was already sweating profusely. I quickly bought the gifts I'd planned, said goodbye to a few classmates, and then carried my bags to the McDonald's next door to wait for them.

Compared to the sweltering heat of late summer outside, the McDonald's powerful air conditioning kept the temperature in the entire space pleasantly cool. I ordered a meal and sat down at a window seat to rest. While sipping an ice-cold Coke, I checked the gifts I'd chosen. For Lu Li, I bought a designer women's autumn outfit; for her parents, I bought a massage mat; and for her younger brother, Lu Zhiming, I bought a Youngor suit. I thought they would like my gifts, because I'm usually quite casual and rarely buy things for Lu Li and her family. Her family hadn't seemed to mind my impoliteness. Imagining Lu Li's happy expression when she saw the things I'd bought, I couldn't help but smile.

The TV above the counter was playing the news, which I watched absentmindedly. It seemed to be about a Hong Kong consortium investing in Changsha, with provincial leaders giving them a warm welcome. Suddenly, a figure I'd been dreaming of appeared on the screen. I gasped in surprise, staring intently at the TV. The news report ended in just a few seconds, but that familiar face was etched deeply into my heart. It was Xiaoling, yes, it was her, the woman I knew best, the woman I loved most deeply. A surge of emotion welled up inside me. Xiaoling, you've finally appeared! Could it be fate that we'd both end up in the same city after so many years apart? Does it mean we still have a past connection?

Damn it! I snapped out of my daze. What am I doing here? I need to find Xiaoling! I grabbed my bags and stumbled out of the McDonald's. The glaring sunlight snapped me out of my daze.

It was just a news report, how am I supposed to find her? I desperately tried to suppress my excitement and rack my brains for a solution.

How could I find Xiaoling with just this tiny clue from a news report? That's right, Pigeon, the female reporter from the provincial TV station's legal affairs program—how could I not remember her? She'll definitely help me. Thinking this, I was overjoyed. Right, I had to find Pigeon quickly.

Reporters don't seem to have fixed working hours; no one answered the office phone Pigeon left me, and her cell phone was off. I was frantic. Fortunately, Ms. Yuan, who answered the phone at the legal affairs channel's editorial department, was very enthusiastic. Hearing that I was a police officer and needed to speak with Pigeon about something important, she told me Pigeon was covering a conference and gave me the conference organizing committee's contact number. I made several calls and finally found Pigeon. Thankfully, she hadn't forgotten me; she remembered the young police officer who had spoken so passionately at the snack shop. She was very welcoming. Hearing that I needed her help with something important, she told me to go to the Rongyuan Hotel immediately; she was waiting for me in the lobby of Building 3.

Sitting in the taxi, I was incredibly excited. I never expected to discover Xiaoling's whereabouts so coincidentally. Looking out the car window at the pedestrians and vehicles, everything was so bright and beautiful under the sunlight. My only complaint was that the car was going too slowly, and I couldn't help but urge the driver to go faster. The taxi driver seemed to understand my feelings, giving me a brief glance before slamming on the gas pedal, and the car weaved through the long line of traffic like a cheerful sprite.

Surprisingly, taxis weren't allowed into the Rongyuan Hotel. I asked the security guard at the gate for the approximate location of Building 3 and hurried inside. Without a taxi, I really wouldn't have been able to find Rongyuan. I only knew that Rongyuan was the provincial government's guesthouse, extremely spacious, not like a hotel, but more like the military compound where I lived as a child, with large lawns and shady trees interspersed with small villa-like buildings.

Finally finding Building 3, as soon as I entered the lobby, Pigeon greeted me. Today she wasn't wearing her police uniform, dressed casually and comfortably, looking every bit the sophisticated urban woman. She smiled and extended her hand to me, "Hello." I shook her hand and replied, "Hello, Pigeon. I'm sorry to bother you when you're so busy." Pigeon smiled and said, "It's nothing, we're friends, right?" She led me through the corridor into her guest room, which was filled with a faint scent of vanilla. Two laptops were laid out side by side on the table, next to a pile of stationery covered in writing; she seemed to be busy working on a manuscript. "

Sit down, don't be shy," Pigeon said, seeing me standing awkwardly by the door. She gestured for me to sit down, poured me a glass of ice water, and said with a smile, "I don't like tea, so you'll have to have ice water like me." I quickly replied, "Not at all, I'm used to ice water too, thank you."

Pigeon watched me gulp down the ice water and said, "You weren't affected by what happened last time, were you?" Although I was anxious and wanted her to help me find Xiaoling's whereabouts quickly, I could only answer her question first. I briefly told her about the events after the news broadcast and the final verdict in Zhao Daqing's rape case. As I recounted my story, Pigeon's delicate brows furrowed, as if her heart was aching. It evoked a strong urge to comfort and caress her. "

That's all we can do," Pigeon sighed helplessly after hearing my account. "After all, Zhao Daqing has been punished by law. This is all we can do." "Indeed," I said, deeply agreeing. "At least we didn't let the criminal go unpunished; we did our best." Pigeon looked at me apologetically and said, "I never thought you'd end up taking the blame. You've really been wronged." I smiled indifferently. "It's nothing. They've already appointed me as the police station chief. A small disciplinary action doesn't bother me, especially since it won't be recorded in my file. Besides, I've suffered much worse blows before." Pigeon said with some surprise, "Really?" "Oh, right," she said with a smile, "I'm sorry, I almost forgot you needed to see me. What can I do for you? Just tell me."

Looking into Pigeon's clear and honest eyes, I decided to tell her the truth. "To be honest, I'm a little unsure how to begin, and it might take up a little of your time." Pigeon smiled, "It's alright, just tell me." I gathered my somewhat jumbled thoughts. I told her about my first love with Xiaoling and all the setbacks that followed. Perhaps my story truly was full of genuine emotion; as Pigeon listened to my recollections, it was as if she were reliving that sweet but fleeting relationship, looking at me with deep sympathy. Then I told her that I saw Xiaoling on the news that day and wanted to find out who filmed it so I could contact Xiaoling.

My story ended quickly, and we remained silent for a while, neither of us quite recovered from the sorrowful atmosphere I had described. It had been a long time since I had spoken so much in one go. I felt that Pigeon possessed a natural charm, a journalistic talent that made me unconsciously relax in her presence, willing to confide my most private emotions and secrets to her. Pigeon considerately refilled my empty glass, her gaze gentle as she looked at me. Seeing me still immersed in the sadness of the past, she said, "Your story with Xiaoling is truly touching. Don't worry, I will do my best to help you. Please sit for a while; I'll make a few calls to find out more." I nodded gratefully.

I sat quietly in my chair, listening to Pigeon constantly making phone calls. Although I couldn't fully understand her fast and fluent Changsha dialect, I could vaguely make out that she was inquiring about the news from noon.

I slowly sipped my iced water, my heart overflowing with boundless enthusiasm. Thinking about the news about Xiaoling, my body trembled slightly.
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Fallen Policeman (3) Chapter 17

After more than ten minutes, Pigeon finally put down the phone, took a piece of paper, and sat down on the chair next to me. I looked at her eagerly, waiting for her to tell me the news I was so eagerly anticipating. Pigeon looked at me with a somewhat melancholy gaze. She didn't tell me directly what she had inquired about, but sighed softly and said, "Zhang xx, I want to ask you, what are you going to do after you find Xiaoling?" I was a little confused. "Pigeon, I don't quite understand what you mean." Pigeon gently brushed her hair from her forehead. "What I mean is, do you want to rekindle your relationship with Xiaoling or do you just want to see her once?"

My heart skipped a beat, and a bad feeling arose spontaneously. Could it be? My mood immediately became a little chaotic. What's wrong? Pigeon. I asked her urgently. Pigeon looked at me with an expression as if she were looking at a pitiful child, and slowly said, "If you just want to see Xiaoling, then you can contact her immediately; if..." Pigeon paused for a moment, "I'm afraid you will be disappointed." Xiaoling is now a director of Hong Kong XX Investment Group, and also the wife of the group's chairman, Wang Bingcheng… My mind went blank, and I couldn't hear what Pigeon was saying after that. What? Xiaoling is married? A voice inside me screamed, "Impossible, absolutely impossible, this can't be true." But my consciousness clearly told me it was true, Xiaoling was married, she was someone else's wife. Although I told myself to be prepared for this when I decided to find Xiaoling, subconsciously I still hoped she wasn't married, still living a single life as if she were waiting for me.

This hope was slim, but when it shattered, it felt as if something precious and beautiful inside me also shattered, turning into countless fragments that slowly gnawed at my most painful nerves.

In a daze, Pigeon handed me a cigarette. I lit it instinctively, and the minty taste of a women's cigarette filled my lungs, making me choke. I coughed repeatedly, tears streaming down my face. I hurriedly turned my head away to hide my embarrassment, wiping away the tears that threatened to spill. After finally managing to regain my composure, I said apologetically to Pigeon, "I'm sorry, I lost my composure. I didn't expect you to see me in such a disheveled state. I'm not used to women's cigarettes." Pigeon didn't speak, her gaze filled with understanding and sympathy, making me feel that anything I said at that moment would be superfluous.

After a moment of silence, I took the paper with Xiaoling's information from Pigeon's hand, took a deep breath, and carefully read the contents: "—Wang Lin Xiaoling, Director of Hong Kong XX Investment Group, Room 2720, Huatian Hotel, Phone:—" The four large characters "Wang Lin Xiaoling" made my eyes hurt. Wang Lin Xiaoling, I thought bitterly to myself. Looking up, I saw Pigeon looking at me with concern. I forced a smile and said, "Thank you, Pigeon. This time, I've really troubled you." I knew I couldn't stay any longer; I could no longer control my turbulent emotions. I couldn't lose my composure in front of Pigeon again.

I hastily said goodbye to the pigeons and walked listlessly along the tree-lined paths of Rongyuan. The sunlight still blazed fiercely through the gaps in the leaves, but my heart trembled with cold, my nose stung, and tears welled up.

My vision blurred; I couldn't go on. I couldn't let anyone see my tears. A police officer in a uniform representing the dignity and sanctity of the law could never shed tears in public. I sat down on a stone bench under the shade of a tree, took off my peaked cap and placed it beside me, ran my hands through my hair, and pressed hard against my head, which felt like it was about to explode. My heart ached so much that I didn't know what to do.

Those beautiful, lingering memories, that gentle, tender girl, Wang Linxiaoling—who styled your long hair? Who made your wedding dress? My mind was a jumbled mess. It had been so long; I couldn't remember the last time I had cried. Was it when I was eleven, failing my exams and being beaten by my father, or when my beloved uncle passed away? So this is what crying feels like—bitter and astringent. It felt as if all the grievances and disappointments in my heart could be wiped away. I let the tears wash over my face again and again.

I sat for a long time, thinking for a long time, and told myself: What are you sad about? What are you heartbroken about? The woman you loved most at the beginning is no longer related to you. It's normal for her to get married, just as you are dating and sleeping with other women. You and Xiaoling are two parallel lines that will never intersect again. A girl who loves you deeply is already preparing to marry you, but you hide in a corner, heartbroken for another woman who is already married, and you're like a dog with its tail between its legs, shedding tears. Are you even a man? Remember, in front of the girl who loves you, you are a handsome and strong man, have some backbone.

It feels strange to scold yourself, but it's also very satisfying. Yes, it's both painful and satisfying. Only you know where you hurt the most and where you are most vulnerable, and what you can't take any stimulation. My emotions gradually calmed down. Yes, actually, I never intended to start over with Xiaoling. It was just that seeing my first love married while I was still unmarried filled me with an indescribable sense of loss and sadness. The pain wasn't about anything else, but about my own feelings, the pain of that beautiful, selfless devotion that didn't end beautifully. I

lazily stood up, wiping away my tears. I put on my hat, straightened my police uniform—not bad, still a handsome young man—and gave a slight, bitter smile. I let out a long sigh, as if expelling all the sadness. I rubbed my aching muscles, stretched, and looked around at the bright sunshine. A fresh, passionate emotion welled up from the bottom of my heart again.

Suddenly turning around, I was surprised to find Pigeon standing gracefully not far behind me, looking at me with a radiant smile. I stared at her, her warm and sincere smile full of admiration. A warmth filled my heart, and I smiled as I walked towards her.

Looking at Pigeon's bright and charming smile in the sunlight, I didn't know what to say. Pigeon spoke first, her smile full of encouragement and expectation. She said, "Do you remember the first time we met? You said that even if it weren't for your duty as a police officer, you wouldn't let a criminal go free just because of a sincere feeling." Before I could speak, Pigeon continued, "Back then, I thought you were a passionate and emotional man." A surge of emotion welled up inside me, a mixture of gratitude and shame. Pigeon looked at me with a smile. "I don't think you're the kind of person who gets stuck on things in relationships. So, don't you want to bless your former lover who is now your friend? People you once deeply loved can definitely become good friends."

Pigeon's words stirred a powerful impulse within me. Yes, even if they weren't lovers, couldn't they be friends? I straightened my back, looked at Pigeon sincerely, and said, "Pigeon, regardless of whether Xiaoling and I become friends, from this moment on, you are my best friend. Please believe me, from now on, no matter what, just say the word, and I'll go through fire and water for you." Pigeon smiled, and in the sunlight, I realized for the first time how moving and beautiful a woman's smile could be.

I had been sitting in the luxurious and spacious lobby of the Huatian Hotel for over two hours. The ashtray on the coffee table was overflowing with cigarette butts. People say that one feels timid when nearing home, but for me, it was timidity upon nearing someone. When I entered Huatian, thinking about how close I was to Xiaoling, and about facing the girl I once deeply loved and her husband, I stopped in my tracks. A strong feeling of tension and fear stopped me; this feeling was so intense that it made my whole body weak and uncontrollable.

Why must we meet? Perhaps I was just making excuses for my cowardice, but as I sat on the thick, soft sofa, I wondered, did we really have to meet? Wouldn't it be better to just see her clearly from afar? We were from two different worlds now; there was no need to get closer. Different living environments and social spaces had molded us into completely different people. I was no longer the pure and enthusiastic young man I once was. Would Xiaoling still be the innocent and naive schoolgirl she once was? I regretted my impulsiveness.

Fine, since I'm here, I'll see her, but just from afar. I waited patiently in the hotel lobby. The security guards patrolling around gave me strange looks as I sat motionless on the sofa. If it weren't for my police uniform, I think they would have intervened long ago. I

couldn't wait any longer. It was getting dark, and Xiaoling still hadn't come out. There were still many things to do at school; I couldn't delay any longer. What should I do? I thought for a moment, then stood up and walked to the service counter. The tall, beautiful receptionist smiled professionally. "Sir, is there anything I can do for you?" I asked her, "Miss, may I leave a note for the guest in room 2720?" The waitress said, "Of course, please wait a moment." She then took a piece of stationery and a pen from under the counter and handed it to me. "Sir, please." Holding the pen, I thought for a moment, unsure what to say. "That's it," I thought, "I'll write that poem that was popular among young people back then." I quickly and boldly wrote Wang Guozhen's "If": "If / We had never met / My heart / Perhaps / Wouldn't be so heavy / If / We truly missed each other / I'm afraid / My life will never be easy." I signed it "To the Loulan Girl," examining the handwriting, more illegible than even medical school-trained cursive. I smiled faintly. "Xiaoling, the Loulan Girl of yesteryear, now a wealthy Hong Kong businessman, may you be happy." I handed the stationery to the waitress. "Please give this to Ms. Wang Lin Xiaoling in room 2720. Thank you!"

Stepping out of the opulent Huatian Hotel, I felt as if I had stepped into a world that didn't belong to me, a world that had long confined my heart. In the brightly lit city night, my mood was lighter and more joyful than ever before.

That night, I slept soundly and peacefully. In my dream, I married a beautiful bride in an ancient wedding filled with the sounds of gongs, drums, and firecrackers. My bride was carried in a large red sedan chair into a small courtyard typical of northern China. Amidst the praise and admiration of the crowd, we bowed to our parents and entered the bridal chamber hand in hand. The red candles filled the room with a joyful atmosphere. When I lifted the red veil from my bride's head, her beautiful face, delicate and shy, was revealed—but it wasn't Lu Li, nor Xiao Ling, nor Li Xiaofang. In the warm and sweet bridal chamber, my bride was actually a pigeon. Unable to refuse

their hospitality, several older classmates who had copied my exam papers insisted on exchanging my hard sleeper ticket for a soft sleeper ticket, saying that there was just enough room to play cards in the soft sleeper compartment. I packed my bags and set off early, almost as if escaping. As I passed through the campus, the sun was setting, casting a beautiful glow across the sky. The vibrant energy of the young university students filled every corner of the campus. Watching their energetic figures, I couldn't help but feel a pang of sadness.

I rushed to the train station; there were still nearly three hours before my train departed. The waiting room was deserted, with hardly anyone around. Sitting on the cold bench, I felt an indescribable emptiness and sorrow. Changsha, this beautiful city. To it, I was just a fleeting visitor. Although I almost had a beautiful encounter, or perhaps a reunion, here, it only stirred up a storm in my own heart. Whether my emotions were earth-shattering or eternal, no one would care, no one would know. Standing on the city's busiest and most bustling Wuyi Avenue, the endless stream of people, like a backdrop on a movie screen, only amplified my loneliness and isolation. This wasn't my city. Only now, sitting in the train station waiting room, thinking of returning to my familiar hometown, do I feel a touch of warmth—the beautiful small town in southwestern Hunan where I've lived for several years has become as dear to me as my hometown.

The large clock at the train station chimed melodiously, and my phone rang at the same time. I looked at the caller ID; it was an unfamiliar Changsha number. Who could it be? Who in Changsha would remember me at this moment? I gave a wry smile and pressed the reject button. After only a few seconds of silence, the phone stubbornly rang again. Reluctantly, I answered, "Hello, who is this?" I said lazily. "Hello, is this Zhang XX? This is Pigeon." Pigeon's gentle voice came through the receiver, and I felt a surge of excitement: "Hello, Pigeon." For some reason, at this moment, as I'm about to leave Changsha, hearing Pigeon's clear Mandarin felt so familiar and comforting. Pigeon's voice is always so beautiful: "Where are you?" I said, "I'm at the train station, about to take the train home." Speaking of home, my voice seemed to tremble slightly. "You're going back today? Did you see Xiaoling?" Pigeon seemed a little surprised. I smiled wryly and said, "No, I didn't see Xiaoling." Pigeon was silent for a moment, then said with some dissatisfaction, "You didn't even tell me you were going back, sneaking off like that? Don't you consider me a friend?" I quickly explained, "No, a classmate bought the ticket for me. It's urgent, so I'm planning to call you after I get back." Pigeon asked, "Which train are you taking?" I took out my ticket and looked at it—the express train from Guangzhou to Zhangjiajie. Oh, the 10 PM train. Pigeon seems very familiar with train schedules. "How about this," she said, "last time you were here, you treated me to hot pot. Now that you're in Changsha, let me do my part as a host and treat you to hot pot too." I felt a little embarrassed: "You're too kind, Pigeon. I'll just have a boxed lunch later, no need to go to so much trouble." Pigeon smiled and said, "No trouble at all, it's settled then. Wait for me at the waiting room entrance in twenty minutes." She hung up before I could say anything.

Listening to the dial tone, my heart filled with a warm feeling. No matter what, being far from home, it felt so good to have a beautiful woman care about you.

I called my classmates who had bought sleeper tickets for the same carriage, telling them I might be late and they didn't need to wait for me; I would come directly to their carriage. Then I picked up my simple luggage and left... I stepped out of the waiting room.

The summer sun seemed particularly stubborn; it was almost 7:30, and a few vibrant sunset clouds still lingered on the distant horizon. In the twilight, the train station square was ablaze with lights. Looking through the colorful spray of the fountain, the streetlights and car headlights along the straight Wuyi Avenue created a world of light.

Standing on the steps at the entrance of the waiting room, I subconsciously straightened my clean and crisp police uniform, feeling a slight surge of excitement. Thinking of last night's sensual and alluring dream, my face flushed slightly. Sigh, what's wrong with me? It's rare to have such an understanding female friend, yet what's she thinking? I shook my head, as if trying to shake off these messy thoughts. Looking around, there seemed to be more police officers than usual in the square, and some armed police officers in duty badges were patrolling. What happened? I wondered. Right, my idiot brain, I completely forgot that National Day is almost here; of course, the military and police would be increasing their vigilance. If I weren't studying in the provincial capital, I'd probably be participating in National Day security work right now. This year marks the 50th anniversary of the founding of the People's Republic of China, and Macau will be returning to China at the end of the year. Everyone from the central government to local authorities will be busy. I'll be quite busy after I get back;

I'm so confused. A car drove towards the waiting room, its bright headlights shining on me. I was about to move aside when the car stopped in front of me. With a horn blaring, Pigeon leaned out of the driver's window . "Get in!

Officer!" Pigeon greeted me with a smile. I nodded, walked around the front of the car, opened the door, and got in. As Pigeon reversed, he said, "Have you been waiting long? No, I just came out a little while ago." I watched Pigeon skillfully maneuver the steering wheel and made small talk: "Your driving skills are quite good." Pigeon smiled but didn't say anything.

Soon the car drove out of the train station square and merged into the traffic. Looking at the "No Motor Vehicles Allowed" sign at the entrance of the square, I laughed and said, "You're quite bold." Pigeon said, "What's wrong?" I pointed to the sign and said, "No Motor Vehicles Allowed, and you still dare to drive in? Aren't you afraid of getting a fine?" "Dove laughed," she said, "You think only police cars can go in?" She pointed straight out the window and said, "Our interview vehicle can go in too." I then noticed several special passes pasted on the window. I

was familiar with the Changsha Railway Station area, but after Dove drove past Wulipai, I felt lost, only knowing it was heading towards Mawangdui. "How much further?" I asked Dove. "Don't worry," she said, "it won't delay your train; we'll be there soon." She glanced at me with a slightly amused expression.

"A grown man like you, do you think I, a little woman, would kidnap you?" Officer. I gave an awkward laugh and obediently shut my mouth. As we spoke, the car drove off the road and into a dimly lit alley. At the end of the alley, a large neon sign was faintly visible. Various luxury cars were parked in the alley, forcing Pigeon to drive cautiously to avoid scraping against other vehicles.

I watched with bated breath as Pigeon skillfully maneuvered the steering wheel through the extremely narrow alley. Although I seemed a bit nervous, thankfully we made it through safely. "Okay, this is it." Pigeon turned off the car, removed the keys, and gestured for me to get out. I then noticed that the car was parked in front of a small food court. Without looking closely, I followed Pigeon inside.

A man in his thirties greeted me warmly with a smile. Pigeon didn't introduce me, but I assumed he was the owner of the food court. He led us to a private booth, exchanged a few pleasantries, and then took his leave. On the table was a hot pot, some kind of food, simmering, along with several seasonal vegetables and a bottle of red wine with foreign writing on it, leaning against a wooden shelf. It seemed Pigeon had booked it in advance; we arrived just in time for our meal.

Pigeon said, "This is Xiaotiandi Food City, a fairly well-known restaurant in Changsha. The food is quite good. I hope you'll enjoy the food." She paused, then continued, "However, the dishes here aren't very spicy; I wonder if that suits your taste?" I said, "Thank you, don't be so modest. I really

feel like a country bumpkin here." We smiled at each other and sat down. The enticing aroma of the food made me quite hungry. I scooped a few pieces of meat from the hot pot and put them in my mouth. They tasted really good, though I couldn't quite identify what kind of meat it was. Oh well, I'm not a gourmet, as long as it tastes good, that's all that matters.

Pigeon didn't touch her chopsticks. Instead, she opened the wine bottle and filled the two tall glasses on the table with dark red wine. Then she handed me a glass and said, "This is wine from the Gauls region of France. It's quite strong; I'm sure you'll like it." I wasn't usually interested in wine, thinking it was just a sweet and sour drink for women. But hearing Pigeon's suggestion, I decided to give it a try. I downed the glass in one gulp. It didn't seem particularly special, except that the liquid felt a bit warm in my stomach, unlike the lukewarm feel of regular wine. It was more like a strong spirit. To be honest, I didn't think this wine was anything special, but since Pigeon praised it so highly, I naturally complimented it greatly. Pigeon's face lit up with a happy smile upon hearing my praise.

Making a friend like you during this trip to Changsha is my greatest gain. After a couple of drinks, I felt I had reached the state described by the poet Li Bai: "After my eyes blurred and my ears burned, my spirit soared like a rainbow." Pigeon was elegantly sipping her wine when she heard me say this and smiled warmly. She looked earnestly into my eyes and said, "Me too. I'm so happy to have such a warm and loyal friend like you." Perhaps it was my eyes, but I seemed to see something strange in Pigeon's eyes. Pigeon took a sip of her wine and asked me softly, "Why did you decide not to see Xiaoling again?" Hearing that familiar name, Xiaoling, my heart ached uncontrollably, and my expression froze.

The atmosphere suddenly became somber. Seeing my expression, Pigeon cautiously said, "I'm sorry, maybe I shouldn't have asked." I smiled bitterly and said, "It's alright, I still have some things on my mind." I downed the wine in my glass and tried to calm myself down, saying, "I've arrived at the Huatian Hotel, but I suddenly realized how ridiculous I was. Xiaoling is married and doing well. Why should I bother her? So, I didn't see her." Pigeon looked at me quietly, her expression incredibly gentle. She asked me, "Do you know, I've never seen anyone with eyes like yours, so melancholy, so deep!" My heart skipped a beat, and I forced a smile, saying, "Look at you, as if I've become a poet." Pigeon didn't laugh. Her gentle gaze made me unable to laugh either, and I felt something both expectant and apprehensive churning inside me. I dared not look into her eyes again, staring at the boiling broth in the hot pot, and said casually, "Pigeon, I left a note for Xiaoling. Do you know what I wrote?" Before she could speak, I continued, "That's a poem by Wang Guozhen: 'If, if we had never met / Perhaps my heart wouldn't be so heavy / If we truly missed each other / I'm afraid my life would never be easy.' After saying this, I looked up at Pigeon with a bitter smile, and said breathlessly, 'Right now, my heart is heavy.'

A beautiful mist shimmered in Pigeon's eyes, obscuring her bright pupils. In the steaming heat of the hot pot, she seemed so ethereal, giving me a sense of unreality. Pigeon repeated the poem I had recited, word by word, as if hearing it for the first time. Then she sighed softly, a sigh that felt as real as a sigh resonating within my own heart. We silently finished the rest of the meal. For some reason, the phrase 'the last supper' kept replaying in my mind. Was it the last supper with Pigeon? Or the last supper in remembrance of Xiaoling? I couldn't figure it out; my mind was hazy, and I just kept thinking about that phrase."

I've experienced the power of French wine firsthand; half a bottle made me dizzy and weak. Finally, with no other choice, I was helped into the waiting room by Pigeon. Pigeon's beauty and elegance captivated my classmates, who all greeted her warmly. Pigeon calmly responded and kindly asked them to look after me on the train. They readily agreed.

Pigeon escorted me to my sleeper compartment and even found a hot towel to put on my forehead, which moved me to tears. My classmates were practically staring at her. Pigeon didn't leave the compartment until the train was about to depart.

Not long after the train left the station, I was pulled up from my berth by those classmates in their forties, who showed no pity for my drunken state and interrogated me about who Pigeon was and what our relationship was. Of course, I wouldn't tell the truth, but I immediately regretted it. After enduring torture even more brutal than the Ten Great Tortures of the Qing Dynasty, I finally understood why the Ministry of Public Security had repeatedly emphasized the strict prohibition of torture to extract confessions. While lamenting my mistake in associating with such a bad friend, I secretly resolved to treat criminal suspects kindly in the future. The way a cold towel roughly wiped my face was a stark contrast to Pigeon's gentle touch earlier.

The train police were in the adjacent soft sleeper compartment. Hearing the commotion, they came to investigate. A classmate of mine, a deputy director of the criminal investigation department in a county-level city, showed them his police ID, and the train police obediently left. I finally broke down under the bizarre and varied forms of torture. I thought to myself, if there were another war, I absolutely couldn't be captured, otherwise I'd definitely be a traitor. I honestly confessed my relationship with Pigeon. Of course, I wouldn't mention exposing Zhao Daqing's case or Xiaoling's affair; I only said that Pigeon was a TV reporter and a good friend of mine. Unfortunately, the eyes of the masses are discerning, especially those of veteran police officers who have spent most of their lives on the front lines. They immediately sensed inconsistencies in my confession. While explaining the policy of leniency for confession and severity for resistance, they demonstrated some terrifying torture methods. I nearly fainted from fright and immediately confessed as they demanded: Pigeon was my girlfriend, we had been dating for a long time, and we planned to get married after I was transferred to Changsha. I admitted that concealing the truth and deceiving the organization was wrong, and prioritizing romance over friendship deserved severe punishment. To prove my resolve to reform, they would let me get a taste of my own medicine in Changsha next semester. I confessed these facts with utmost sincerity, finally satisfying them. I had truly experienced how a false confession is born. Youth is indeed an advantage; while the torturers, exhausted, lay down on their bunks to sleep, I, the poor victim, was still full of energy.

The Fallen Policeman (3) Chapter 18

The slight intoxication turned into sweat and flowed out of my body. I felt my mind was clear enough to ponder the mysteries of the universe's birth. Seeing my classmates snoring unevenly on their bunks, I gently opened the door and walked to the connecting area between the carriages. Because it was nighttime, the lights in the adjacent hard sleeper carriage were already off. In the pitch-black carriage, only the faint light of the floor lamps shone, and only the light at the connecting area between the carriages remained bright. I lit a cigarette on the carriage wall and started smoking. My tall figure was clearly visible in the window, but my rumpled police uniform showed how much torture I had just endured.

Reflecting on what had just happened, I felt quite cheerful. It had been many years since I'd had such enthusiastic banter with my classmates. That seemed like how seventeen or eighteen-year-olds release their excess energy, but we were still having so much fun. Thinking of the oldest student, Old Chen, with his serious, feignedly solemn expression as he demanded I confess, I couldn't help but smile. It had been so long since I'd felt this happy.

The train sped through the sleeping fields and villages in the darkness. Recalling everything that had happened tonight, and Pigeon's various actions, I felt a thrill, like a thief's excitement. "No way?" I asked myself silently. Was I being too disoriented by the fact that Xiaoling was already married, causing me to overthink things? Although Pigeon and I wore police uniforms and had similar ranks, our social status and identities were vastly different. Besides, there were countless external factors. Even Pigeon, a young and beautiful female reporter, wouldn't have no shortage of young, wealthy suitors. Stop daydreaming. But thinking about it wouldn't break the law, would it? What man hasn't harbored some romantic fantasies? Besides, I'm just an ordinary person, a healthy young man with emotions and desires. Even if I were married, or even in my fifties or sixties, couldn't I still fantasize about making love with a young, beautiful woman?

I tried to console myself, though it didn't really help, but my excitement gradually subsided. Thinking back on everything that happened before and after this trip to Changsha, it all felt like a dream. Twenty-odd uneventful days passed, and two days before I was to leave Changsha, a series of events occurred. Thinking about it, I really should thank Pigeon. Without her, I don't know how I would have found Xiaoling, or how I would have rashly gone to see her without any preparation, completely destroying the beautiful initial memories of our feelings. Now, although thinking of Xiaoling still brings a dull ache, it's no longer that piercing pain. Isn't there a song that goes, "

As long as you're doing better than me"? Yes, as long as you're doing better than me. Xiaoling is doing much better than me now. Being the wife of a Hong Kong tycoon is so much better than being the wife of a lowly police officer on the mainland. Although her name has to be her husband's surname, Wang Lin Xiaoling, I murmured that name with envy, my heart filled with resentment and a helpless sense of loss and sorrow. She's a big boss investing in Hunan; what do I have to compare myself to? I'm just a lowly police officer protecting the people, including Wang Lin Xiaoling's husband. Why is this world so unfair? Why are others big bosses, while I'm just a lowly police officer? I don't want to think about it anymore; thinking about it will only make me more miserable.

At dawn, the flight attendant woke me from my dream, and I hurriedly got off the train with my luggage. I was back in this familiar, beautiful city. The sky was just beginning to brighten, and the wind still carried a hint of night's chill. To my surprise, at this moment when most people were still sound asleep, Luli's beautiful and slender figure stood waiting for me at the exit. I had already told Luli not to come pick me up, but when I saw her beautiful and charming smile, a warm feeling still welled up in my heart. I quickly stepped forward and hugged her tightly. Her face, chilled by the wind, nestled against my shoulder, and my heart was filled with overwhelming emotion and guilt.

With such a beautiful and gentle girlfriend waiting for me, what had I done? Feeling my face burning, I dared not think any further. Shaking his head, as if that would erase all the guilt he felt towards her, he murmured, "You're so silly. Why didn't you come to pick me up so early? I'm not a child. You think I'd get lost?" He grumbled, but his arms around her tightened, pulling her body closer to his.

The first rays of morning sunlight filtered through the curtains, bathing the room in a warm glow. Amidst the noise of the police station dormitory, I gently pulled down Luli's panties, revealing her smooth, beautiful body to me. Although she had many experiences of lovemaking, exposing herself in the sunlight still brought a blush to her fair cheeks. Luli closed her eyes, her trembling eyelashes fluttering... Her full breasts made her look like a gentle, adorable little white rabbit, completely naked. My pent-up desire, suppressed for over half a month, flared up, my heart overflowing with boundless love. I gently caressed her alluring skin, lovingly kissing her proud, full breasts, letting my erect penis lightly rub against her yearning body. Under my caresses, Luli sighed softly, her small hands unconsciously rubbing my hair, her body writhing like a snake, intimately grazing every part of my body.

My lips slid down from Luli's breasts, kissing her tender skin inch by inch. Her skin was so smooth, so sweet, enticing my desire to surge wildly within me. I loved... I enjoy women giving me oral sex; it usually gives me a sense of conquering and sadistic pleasure. But I've never had a woman kiss my genitals. This bright morning, an indescribable feeling welled up inside me, giving me an urge to kiss every part of Luli's body. My tongue slowly traversed her lower abdomen, passing through the thick black hair, licking and sucking at the side cleft of her thighs. Luli's body trembled uncontrollably, tensing in waves. She realized my intention, her legs tightly closing, then slowly opening again, as if both rejecting and anticipating my caresses.

My tongue slowly moved to the area between Luli's legs that had brought me countless ecstasies, the thin, tender flesh... The warm, moist sensation was unlike anything I'd ever experienced before—it was incredibly stimulating. My tongue lightly touched her delicate area again and again, like a dragonfly skimming the water. Her body trembled with this unprecedented contact, and she made indistinct sounds. An impulse surged within me. I placed one of Luli's legs on my shoulder, pressed her other leg onto the bed, and slightly raised my head, letting the warm sunlight shine directly on her most intimate parts. Her red, tender flesh and the wrinkled walls of her vagina looked lusciously wet in the sunlight. It was the first time I had ever seen so clearly the part of a woman that satisfied a man's desire. The narrow crevice was slightly contracting, and the secreted love fluid was like tiny water droplets. I stared, dumbfounded, as I moistened the tender flesh at the edges of her vulva. The woman's lower body, which I had always instinctively avoided, revealed its true beauty in this exquisite moment.

I opened my mouth and sucked the slowly writhing flesh into it, licking it gently with my tongue. A sour and astringent taste filled my senses. Luli could no longer control her desire, moaning softly and rapidly. This delicate, weak, yet lingering moan was the most moving sound I had ever heard. I continued kissing the trembling flesh for a while, then curled my tongue and, mimicking the movements of a penis, thrust it into her cavity. Luli cried out softly, her legs clamping tightly around my shoulders, feeling this strange, moist sensation. The taste... Her vaginal canal overflowed with love juice, and as my tongue moved in and out rapidly, her buttocks thrust upwards desperately, her hands pressing down on my head, wanting my tongue to penetrate deeper.

Soon, Luli, aroused by lust, could no longer endure the stimulation. Deviating from her usual gentleness, she pushed me away. She

quickly bent down, grabbed my already hard penis, and took it into her mouth. One hand caressed my scrotum, the other stroked the base of my penis, devouring it like a starving person.

Her movements were intense and frantic, her flowing hair flying in the air with the violent swinging of her head. My penis repeatedly struck deep into her throat, that tight, squeezing sensation... The intense stimulation coursed through my nerves. I closed my eyes comfortably, unable to suppress the pleasurable sensation as I breathed heavily like a wild beast.

Although Luli often performed oral sex on me, I had never experienced such intense pleasure. Perhaps before she served me out of love, but this time she was acting out of her own desire. In short, I felt my penis tossed about like a small boat in a raging sea. Compared to her gentle sucking before, there was a wilder, more stimulating sensation, making me completely intoxicated by the extreme pleasure from her small mouth. I completely forgot that she hadn't received my care in a long time, and that she was also anticipating the powerful penetration of my penis. I only wanted to release all the desire that was gradually boiling within me. Go out.

Because it had been a long time since I'd released, it wasn't long before, under Luli's wolfish demands, I could no longer hold my ground. My penis swelled and exploded in her small mouth, almost pressing against her throat as I ejaculated a large amount of semen. Luli desperately swallowed my semen, continuing to stroke my penis with her hand, allowing me to ejaculate completely. After all the desire and semen had been swallowed by Luli, I lay lazily on the bed. The once soft and fragrant bedding was now filled with the unique, slightly fishy smell of lovemaking. Luli knelt between my legs, still tightly holding my penis, occasionally licking my limp penis with her small, nimble tongue, anticipating my re-erection.

Of course, I wouldn't let her down. Besides, the desire that had been building up for over half a month couldn't be satisfied in just one or two times. For the entire morning, my penis thrust countless times inside Luli's body. My strength and her allure led us to the most beautiful realm of physical union time and time again. It wasn't

until noon, exhausted, that we finally dragged our limp bodies out of bed, our stomachs protesting. Looking at Luli's bright and beautiful face as she dressed, I finally believed Jia Baoyu's saying that women are made of water and need a man's nourishment. After the intense lovemaking, Luli's face shone with a captivating radiance, her expression one of blissful satisfaction. When her large, watery eyes gazed at me with irresistible charm, I impulsively almost stripped off her police uniform and pinned her down again.

Everything went so smoothly. The day after I returned to the station to report for duty, my official appointment as the head of the Hongxing Road Police Station was approved. I immediately got to work. There was no other way; the 50th anniversary of the founding of the People's Republic of China was only a week away. My colleagues and I worked day and night, and we didn't need to make a big show of it. No one dared to neglect their duties or be careless in the security work for such an important holiday.

The grand military parade was magnificent and spectacular. The People's Liberation Army's majestic posture further deepened people's trust in it. Compared with what I had seen and heard in the military camp before, I couldn't help but sigh that our army is even stronger now. The seven-day National Day holiday that had left us exhausted and with aching backs and legs has finally come to an end. My colleagues from the Criminal Investigation Team of the branch bureau, who accompanied the bureau leaders to inspect the work at the grassroots level, brought me two letters, both from Changsha. One letter was signed with details inside, and the other was signed with Hunan University. Holding these two letters, I was filled with mixed feelings. I didn't know what to feel, and my head started to ache.

Fallen Policeman (3) Chapter 19

Life often presents some important junctures, but unfortunately, when we face these junctures, we often do not realize that our choices will greatly change our destiny. It's just a matter of being as nonchalant as dealing with the little things every day, yet fate often determines our joys and sorrows, our fortunes and misfortunes in this very nonchalance.

I held two letters, both from Changsha, unsure which to read first. The one signed by Hunan University was definitely from Li Xiaofang; what would she write? It was easy to guess. But the letter with the detailed signature piqued my interest. Who could it be? The elegant handwriting on the envelope clearly belonged to a woman. In Changsha, I only knew Li Xiaofang and Gezi. Could it be Gezi? But she knew my phone number; it seemed she wouldn't need to write to me. But besides them, no one else would write to me.

Never mind, I'll open the letter first. Inside the thick kraft paper envelope was only a thin business card, the kind with gold foil lettering in both Chinese and English. I flipped to the Chinese side, which read in traditional characters: Wang Lin Xiaoling, Director of Hong Kong XX International Investment Group, 28th Floor, XX Plaza, XX Road, Central, Hong Kong. Telephone: XXX/XXXX. My eyes were glued to the card, a bittersweet feeling welling up inside me. It seemed this was from Pigeon; she probably thought I'd regret my decision and had provided me with Xiaoling's details, giving me a chance to contact her again.

Feeling depressed, I put the card down and opened Li Xiaofang's letter. Several pages were folded into a delicate little boat. It took me a while to unfold it completely. Inside were only a few lines, but Li Xiaofang's deep hatred was palpable between the lines. The last sentence was a wish that we would never see each other again. I silently pondered her meaning, a deep sense of guilt rising within me.

When I burned both letters, it felt as if I were turning two relationships into wisps of smoke carried away by the wind. Watching the flames grow smaller and smaller, watching them gradually turn to ashes, a phrase came to mind: "Life is like a spring dream, leaving no trace." For some reason, a silent pang of heartache also crept over me, as if my heart itself had turned into a pile of empty, sorrowful scraps of paper.

This year has been exceptionally busy—the turn of the century, the 50th anniversary celebrations, and the return of Macau. The security work of the public security system has been particularly arduous. I've been the police station chief for over half a month, and I haven't even gotten to know everyone in the station yet; everyone is scattered across different posts, busy with their own tasks. Every evening, unless I was particularly busy, I would go to Luli's house for dinner. Seeing me getting thinner and thinner, Luli's mother always looked distressed and specially stewed black chicken soup for me to nourish my body. This made Luli and her younger brother, Zhiming, complain that their mother was biased. On the contrary, Luli's father smiled and said that it was only right for a mother-in-law to dote on her son-in-law.

I contacted my parents, and they would come from Guangzhou before the New Year to discuss our wedding with Luli's family.

Lu Zhiming joked that his sister couldn't be a "Bride of the Century," and Luli and I laughed and replied that we believed the 21st century started in 2001, so we could still be a real couple.

I don't know why, although I was much busier at the police station than before, my spirits were good, but my appetite had decreased, and I had lost a lot of weight. Luli repeatedly warned me to take care of my health and not to work too hard. But I knew that wasn't the case. Since returning from Changsha, I hadn't been in a good mood. It seemed that the knot in my heart had been untied, and there was nothing weighing on my mind, but I always felt that something was stuck in my heart and I was uncomfortable. Only by throwing myself into my work did I feel a little better.

The public security department had been working non-stop for months, and everyone was exhausted. The bureau issued a notice that after New Year's Day, some colleagues could take turns resting until the start of the Lunar New Year travel rush. During this period, public security seemed excellent; even criminals seemed to be on holiday, and petty theft was extremely rare. I don't know if the criminals were patriotic and stopped at this sensitive time, or if they were simply avoiding the limelight during the nearly six months of quiet crackdowns by the public security system. In any case, it seemed like all was well.

Regardless of how experts define the beginning of the new century, people seem to consider the first day of 2000 as the start of the new century. There were many weddings that day. From 2 a.m., the deafening sound of firecrackers never stopped. Our local custom is to pick up the bride in the morning; the groom leads a large entourage in various luxury cars to fetch the bride, setting off firecrackers and throwing red envelopes at the door—a variety of elaborate rituals. It felt like all the young people in the city had chosen today to get married. By noon, every hotel in the city was packed with wedding banquets. Although I'm not a local, I received four or five invitations. Overwhelmed, I had to go from house to house to deliver gifts, attending four or five different events. Everywhere was bustling with people and filled with guests. I couldn't even find a place to eat, so I ended up eating instant noodles back at the police station.

To celebrate the arrival of the new year and the new century, the municipal government decided to hold fireworks at Xiangshan Park, the highest park in the city. That's our police station's jurisdiction. Around four or five in the afternoon, after a group lunch at a small restaurant across from the station, all my colleagues rushed to Xiangshan Park for duty. That's how it is in the police force; the busier it is during holidays, sacrificing our own time to ensure that the vast majority of people can have a peaceful holiday. After all, China is a country with deep-rooted traditions. Holidays are about family reunions, and most police officers can't celebrate like ordinary people; they still have to brave the wind and cold to patrol and perform their duties.

Therefore, I think that although the police have some privileges, which sometimes make ordinary people unhappy, this alone should be enough to quell public discontent.

Fragrant Hills Park covers hundreds of acres, with a ring road and six winding, tree-lined paths leading to the observatory at the summit. From the observatory, one can see most of the city, while Fragrant Hills Park is submerged in an endless sea of trees. The lush trees and flowerbeds, once a favorite spot for young urbanites to express their love, have in recent years become an ideal place for prostitution. Because of the abundant vegetation, lying on any patch of grass, under the cover of trees and bushes, one is hard to spot four or five meters away. Therefore, those tired of formulaic sex prefer to have their trysts in this open space, experiencing the thrill of outdoor encounters. Because young lovers and prostitutes gather here, various security incidents frequently occur. In common parlance, going to Fragrant Hills has become synonymous with prostitution.

However, to be fair, in this natural space, to cast aside all inhibitions and indulge in the ultimate pleasure of love with someone you love is indeed a wonderful thing. Not to mention others, Lu Li and I have made love several times in secluded corners of Fragrant Hills Park, and the exquisite feeling was truly exhilarating. Even now, thinking back on it, I still feel an uncontrollable surge of adrenaline.

The setting sun still slanted across the mountains on the horizon, its vibrant afterglow painting the sky. Fragrant Hills Park was already teeming with people, celebrating the New Year, watching the fireworks—families, groups of friends, and countless couples. Although only municipal vehicles and police cars were allowed in the park, the roads leading up the mountain were still incredibly congested. The perimeter of the fireworks display area was maintained by the Armed Police Fire Brigade, and several fire trucks were parked there as a precaution. Our police station, with over forty personnel, was scattered at key intersections, managing traffic and maintaining order, inconspicuous as tiny olive-green dots in the crowd. Being

an officer is good; I don't have to be stationed anywhere. I patrol the mountain roads on a tricycle with a walkie-talkie, constantly in contact with the fireworks command center to handle any emergencies. As darkness fell, more and more people began to ascend the mountain. Looking at the densely packed crowd, I couldn't help but feel tense. With so many people, what if something happened? I quickly reported to my superiors. It seemed they were also very concerned; everyone was afraid of something going wrong at such an important moment. Half an hour later, several ambulances from the city hospital arrived and were on standby. Reinforcements from the city police also arrived, with hundreds of officers reinforcing security at various intersections and dangerous areas. The city television crew, who had originally planned to broadcast the fireworks display live, focused their cameras on the crowds heading up the mountain and on our tense efforts.

Things got really lively. It seems Chinese people love to join in the fun. The television broadcast of Xiangshan Park only attracted even more people. According to later statistics, nearly 20,000 people went up the mountain that night. If they were scattered throughout Xiangshan Park, it wouldn't be so many, but when they were all crowded around the observatory area, it really made those of us responsible for maintaining order very nervous. A squadron of armed police responsible for guarding the fireworks display area was overwhelmed by the crowd. Command center issued an emergency order: all police officers, including plainclothes patrol officers, except those guarding key areas, were to be deployed to the fireworks area to maintain order. A crack team was organized to forcibly create several emergency exits through the crowd.

An hour before the scheduled start time, the hastily formed command center finally succumbed to the pressure and ordered the park gates to close to visitors. An additional battalion of armed police was urgently deployed to take over maintaining order, while plainclothes officers dispersed into the crowd to control emotions and handle emergencies. Our police station split into more than a dozen groups to persuade those still halfway up the mountain to leave, but these people had painstakingly climbed halfway up to watch the fireworks and welcome the New Year from the observatory; who would listen to your persuasion? Only with the cooperation of the municipal bureau were several designated viewing areas with good views established halfway up the mountain. Everyone was exhausted, but we finally established a relatively good order half an hour before the fireworks display. Of course, the grumbling and complaining were constant, but we could only pretend not to hear them.

Lu Li and several other civilian police officers from the bureau had been maintaining order at a bend halfway up the mountain, but now that things were mostly stable, they had nothing to do. Several officers walked along a path towards the mountaintop observatory. I called Lu Li to get on my tricycle, and we drove uphill. When we saw the bustling crowds, I abandoned the tricycle and walked back along the path. Holding Lu Li's little hand, I quickly ran towards a small hill we had chosen beforehand. After a while, we finally reached the top. Lu Li leaned against the rock wall, bent over, panting heavily, and said intermittently, "You ran too fast, I'm exhausted." I smiled and patted her shoulder. Pointing upwards, I said, "Look. This is the best place to watch the fireworks. It's not crowded and the view is clear."

The small hill we were on was about 300 meters away from the observatory as the crow flies. It was surrounded by trees, with only the side facing the observatory being a bare rock face. Through the observatory's lights, we could see a sea of people, a cacophony of noise carried on the wind. I held Luli in my arms; the cool mountain breeze refreshed us, making us feel instantly cooler from our sweat-soaked faces. Luli struggled in my arms, saying, "Don't do this, people will see us." I kissed her soft, white cheek heavily and said, "It's okay, it's pitch black here, nobody can see us." Indeed, this small hill, hidden in the darkness of the trees, was the ideal spot. We could clearly admire the scenery and people at the observatory without being seen by others. Even if someone were staring at us, all we would see was a dark, blurry mass, just like we would see any other small hill.

Luli peeked around, making sure we were safe, before nestling obediently in my arms, welcoming my warm caresses. After countless sexual encounters, she knew exactly what my sensitivities were and what kind of teasing I preferred. She also knew how to give me the greatest stimulation and pleasure. She unbuttoned her police uniform, allowing my hand to slip inside her sweater and fondle her breasts. She hooked one arm around my neck, gently licking my chin, occasionally teasing my lips with her sweet, slippery tongue. Her other hand rubbed my bulge through my loose police trousers. We

faced a crowd of tens of thousands hundreds of meters away, bathed in bright lights. My lust flared up wickedly. I pulled Luli close, pressing her petite body against the tree trunk, and captured her cherry lips, sucking them wantonly. She obediently extended her tongue, letting me suckle it. Her small hands deftly unzipped my pants and slipped inside, gently teasing my half-erect penis. I rubbed my firm chest muscles against her full breasts, feeling the captivating elasticity of those breasts I had cherished countless times. My penis swelled larger in her small hands, like a snake awakening from hibernation.

Suddenly—a loud bang jolted us from our chaotic lust. We stopped, looking in the direction of the sound. A blue shooting star streaked across the sky above the observatory, accompanied by the shouts of millions. A dazzling flower bloomed in the night sky, its infinitely changing colors captivating our gaze. After burning out its last brilliance, it transformed into countless points of light, slowly falling like a meteor shower from a dream.

Immediately, another beautiful flower of light bloomed in the air. As its magnificent beauty unfolded, another, younger and more vibrant flower danced around it. Like shooting stars, fireworks rose and fell, chasing each other, vying to write their most dazzling chapters in the night with their own destruction, as if rushing to a long-awaited, thousand-year-old romance.

Recovering from my initial awe and admiration, my gaze lingered on Lu Li's bright and charming face. Multicolored light shifted and shimmered on her jade-like cheeks, her eyes gazing intently at the fireworks exploding like moths to a flame in the night sky, her face filled with endless longing and yearning. Accompanied by the mountain torrents of sound and the surging voices of people, her figure, illuminated time and again by the fireworks in the darkness, was so delicate and pure, deeply etched into my memory.

At that moment, boundless affection overwhelmed me, and I embraced her tightly, as if our flesh and blood were merging together.

Luli, embraced passionately by me, scurried about like a happy little bird. Our eyes met deeply, our hands caressing each other's bodies. Her small, warm, and nimble hands made me feel my desire almost burst forth with each stroke. I tenderly kissed her cheeks and neck, gently biting her earlobe. My large hand silently unbuckled her belt, then slipped between her legs, gently caressing her. Her body slumped limply in my arms, seemingly supported only by my hand around her waist. Her small hand, gripping my penis, moved with even greater force and passion, pushing my desire to its peak, like love itself.

I breathed heavily, my legs trembling slightly. I leaned against the tree, and Luli, like a fish, slid out of my arms, kneeling at my feet. One hand opened my trousers, the other guided my penis out. My penis, barely feeling the cool night breeze, was instantly enveloped in her warm, moist mouth. Uh! I cried out in pleasure, unable to resist embracing her head and thrusting my thick penis deeper into her mouth. An intoxicating, bone-melting pleasure instantly spread from my lower body. Luli's tongue tightly enveloped my penis, allowing my surging desire to ease slightly in her sweet mouth. Then, she vigorously moved her head up and down, rubbing it back and forth, giving me extremely intense stimulation.

I looked down at Luli, who was wholeheartedly pleasing me. Her hands gripped my thighs tightly, her beautiful long hair flying in the darkness. With each downward thrust, she tried her best to push my penis deeper, all the way to her throat. My whole body felt as if it were immersed in an ocean of pleasure, and countless fireworks seemed to explode in my mind, fragmented shooting stars constantly stimulating my brain.

The fireworks from the observatory across the street grew increasingly intense, with several bursts of light blooming simultaneously in the air. The dazzling display of sparks challenged people's retinas, while the booming cannons drowned out the cheers of the excited crowd. Watching the fireworks dance among the revelers, and feeling the gentle trap beneath my crotch, my heart was filled with endless desire—the most primal and wildest desires.

I grabbed Luli's shoulders, pulled my saliva-covered penis out of her mouth, flipped her over, pressed her back against my chest, and whispered urgently in her ear, "I'm going to put it inside you. Lie down and stick your butt out." She, too aroused to resist, only let out a few coquettish moans at my bold request, twisted her body, and then, as I directed, braced herself against the stone wall, raising her buttocks high.

I skillfully unbuckled her belt, grabbed her waistband, and pulled down several pairs of pants, down to her knees.

Her round, full buttocks were immediately exposed.

Amidst the booming of the cannons and Luli's soft cries, my thick penis plunged into her slightly moist body. Due to the lack of lubrication, the friction between her vagina and my penis brought intense pleasure. We both cried out. Holding Luli's waist, I said rapidly, "Look, so many people are watching us from the observatory." Luli blushed deeply, twisting her hips in protest, and said in a coquettish voice, "You're so naughty, bullying me here and saying such things." I laughed and said, "Don't you think it's especially exciting to be intimate here?" With that, I thrust my penis even harder into her body. Luli let out moans, completely immersed in the pleasure I was giving her.

As my movements became faster and faster, Luli's body began to secrete more love fluid, making it easier and more comfortable for our bodies to unite. I thrust desperately into Luli's tender body, her alluring moans and soft gasps in my ears fueling my passion. The gentle mountain breeze did nothing to cool my enthusiasm; the frequent sounds

of our thrusts were like a symphony accompanying my wild movements. As a vibrant purple flower bloomed in the night sky, I exploded with Luli's rapid contractions, gushing out large amounts of semen that poured into her body. That intense, blissful pleasure made every cell in my body cheer and sing.

Luli leaned quietly in my arms. After the revelry, my heart was at peace. The sounds of cannons and cheers seemed distant; only the endless fireworks in the night sky deeply captivated my gaze. Red, orange, yellow, green, cyan, blue, and violet—seven colors of flame and seven-colored shooting stars played out a dreamlike world on the celestial canvas.

My hand caressed Luli's chest, and I softly said to her, "Look at these fireworks, aren't they like our dreams? So beautiful, yet so fleeting!" Luli didn't speak, only nodded slightly. Her gaze remained joyfully fixed on the beautiful sparks. One burst of fireworks after another danced in the air, then vanished without a trace, feeling like the most beautiful encounters in life—brilliant and moving, yet fleeting. Thinking of this, my heart suddenly ached for no reason.

I wonder if other men feel the same way? Facing the upcoming marriage, I'm filled with tension and trepidation. Just thinking about how a woman will rightfully follow me, controlling me, makes me anxious about where I'll go for fun, afraid that my phone will ring and someone will call me. This will end my carefree single life. I'll be living with the same woman every day, and we'll build a relationship even closer than with my parents and relatives. Sigh, I don't know whether to be afraid or excited. My

busy work schedule is finally coming to a stop. Although it's the new century, it seems our lives haven't changed much. But I'm finally facing marriage. My parents arrived from Guangzhou as scheduled. Several leaders from our city's military district insisted on bringing them to stay at the military district. That's fine, since I don't own my own house, it'll save on hotel expenses.

My parents wanted to meet Lu Li's family immediately, but too many comrades came after hearing the news. They were incredibly busy, and it wasn't until the third day that they treated Lu Li to a meal at the Great Wall Hotel's food court. Li's family had dinner. The elders seemed to share similar views and opinions, and they got along very well at the table. Indeed, they were about to become in-laws, so it was important to establish a good relationship. Thus, my marriage to Lu Li was settled; we would decide the specific date ourselves. My mother gave Lu Li a set of gold jewelry she had specially purchased from Hong Kong as an engagement gift.

I don't know how my mother persuaded my father, but he, who had always disliked networking, invited Deputy Director Meng and several other leaders from the bureau to dinner. Although he and Deputy Director Meng weren't from the same division, they were both from the 47th Army and had many old comrades-in-arms. The political commissar of the military sub-district accompanying them was also from the 47th Army, so the dinner was quite lively, and my father thanked the bureau leaders. I hope they will continue to strictly demand of me the care and education they have given me, and at the same time, I warmly invite them to visit Guangzhou.

In this society, relationships are really important. There are many people in the Public Security Bureau who have been married for several years but still do not have a house. Lu Li and I are not married yet. After the New Year, Director Liu of the Logistics Department of the Municipal Bureau handed Lu Li the keys to a new house of 100 square meters and jokingly told Lu Li not to forget to send out invitations when she gets married.

No matter what my mood is, everything seems to be proceeding according to the usual steps. My mother gave me 20,000 yuan, and I gave Lu Li 8,000 yuan of my own savings to arrange the decoration of the new house.

I made an excuse that I was too busy at the station to get involved. In fact, I still seem to be psychologically unprepared for marriage.

Fallen Policeman (3) Chapter 20.

The weather in the first year of the new century was abnormal. Our city, surrounded by green mountains, was unusually hot; May was hotter than July or August of previous years. The flood control and drought relief headquarters issued several emergency notices, instructing all levels of departments to prepare for drought relief while also transferring flood control supplies from other areas in case of unforeseen circumstances.

The natural climate was abnormal, and so was the social climate. Although things seemed normal on a large scale, everyone could sense a strange atmosphere. Some qigong groups disappeared, and some active community organizations ceased their activities. Rumors, both true and false, circulated everywhere. Even in this day and age, people's minds seemed so fragile, easily swayed by rumors. In this respect, I felt that the saying "a lie repeated a thousand times becomes the truth" seemed to be specifically for the Chinese.

My first encounter with blatant rumors was in 1989. (Beijing quells * Sensitive information filtering *) At the time, the news from Voice of America and various university student radio stations was all rumors: Inner Mongolian troops were sent to Beijing to suppress students; the 38th and 54th Armies were fighting each other at Beijing's Nanyuan Airport; doctors were kneeling before Mongolian soldiers who didn't understand Mandarin, begging them to spare the seriously wounded students; Tiananmen Square was awash in blood, etc. These stories filled me with indignation and fear as a young child. When had the military camp where I grew up become a base for executioners? How could the People's Liberation Army be suppressing students so brutally, like the warlord armies of the old society? In the end, apart from those so-called democratic elites fleeing abroad, I didn't see many people become so-called martyrs of the democratic movement. Of course, I'm certain that students did die during the suppression of the riots; just look at the number of PLA and armed police casualties, and anyone would guess. But if the army was truly carrying out a massacre, how could there be so many casualties among unarmed students?

Many people vividly remember the scene: a man blocking an entire column of tanks on a Beijing street. Many overseas media outlets praised his fearlessness and bravery. But what if he hadn't faced the People's Liberation Army, but rather the armies of other countries, even the most democratic United States? Would he have had such courage? What would he have faced? As the truth gradually becomes clear, I don't know whether to laugh or cry. Why do so many people believe rumors? So many years have passed, and although some still insist that many students died during the suppression of the Beijing uprising, I'm too lazy to argue. In today's world of convenient internet communication, if there were real evidence, wouldn't it have spread all over the world long ago? Democratic and free-spirited, or rather, Western countries that hate us, wouldn't be willing to spend money to publish it online? Would they really cover up the shame of a socialist country?

Over the years, especially after I started working, sensational rumors have still surfaced from time to time in this medium-sized city. For example, rumors circulated that the government was giving primary and secondary school students mass sterilization injections (actually vaccinations) to enforce the one-child policy; or that pork contaminated with cholera was being canned by state-owned meat processing plants for export to Western countries. These absurd rumors, which couldn't withstand scrutiny, repeatedly stirred up panic among the population.

This time, the rumor circulating was that the government was preparing to ban all religious religious organizations. There's no smoke without fire. At an emergency meeting on social dynamics, we heard the real news: a self-proclaimed madman who claimed to be able to change the fate of humanity and postpone the Big Bang by tens of thousands of years incited his followers to besiege Zhongnanhai on April 26th, demanding a meeting with Party and state leaders for negotiations.

What put the Ministry of Public Security and the Ministry of State Security in an awkward position was that such a large-scale event involving tens of thousands of people had not been planned beforehand. As a result, when the incident occurred, Beijing police were unable to mobilize sufficient manpower to control the situation, while Western news media based in Beijing filmed the entire process. They were spreading messages overseas claiming serious chaos in China and widespread discontent with the Communist Party government's rule.

The security intelligence system operated with unprecedented efficiency, only to discover that this organization, cloaked in religious garb, had become a large nationwide group. While it didn't have millions of followers as that madman named Li* (Sensitive Information Filtering) claimed, it had indeed reached a considerable size.

Therefore, all leave was cancelled. Police stations and neighborhood committees jointly registered and managed all Li* (Sensitive Information Filtering) followers within their jurisdictions, while simultaneously investigating all similar qigong organizations operating under the guise of health and wellness.

I don't know about other places, but for a police station with only twenty-odd people, systematically identifying and managing the tens of thousands of people in my jurisdiction was an unimaginable challenge.

I was exhausted, utterly exhausted, and my men were exhausted too. The neighborhood committee that assisted us was a huge help. While the companies and institutions managed their own investigations of Falun Gong practitioners, ordinary residents and migrant workers were a different story. The police officers in charge of household registration usually investigated work, income, and any criminal activity; who cared what kind of Falun Gong you practiced? Fortunately, the neighborhood committee seemed to keep records, clearly documenting who practiced what, and who practiced what with whom. Even so, we worked day and night for a whole month, and everyone lost weight.

Lu Li's department, the archives department, handled all the data compilation and organization, working overtime almost every day. Although we've been living together in our newly allocated apartment, we haven't been able to eat a meal together or sleep soundly in each other's arms for a month. It's even busier than during the crackdown.

This large-scale investigation was truly astonishing. Our medium-sized city of a few hundred thousand people had dozens of different qigong organizations. Besides Li* (sensitive information filtered), there were also Xiang Gong, Tai Chi Gong, Zhong Gong, and the Universe Health Preservation Method. Even cults strictly prohibited by the state, such as the Beilijiao, Nanyue Zhenshenjiao, and Wuji Dafa, were secretly recruiting followers in the city. Therefore, the government, busy with economic development, resolved to severely crack down on these filthy organizations.

Under the unified arrangement of the province, the Industry and Commerce Bureau, the Civil Affairs Department, and the Public Security Department jointly issued a notice on cleaning up and rectifying various social organizations and qigong associations, requiring them to register and undergo qualification reviews within a specified period. Those without the relevant permits were all shut down.

Various news media outlets in the province dispatched a large number of reporters to various regions for interviews. Pigeon and her colleagues from the political and legal channel came to our city again. Since my last trip to Changsha, Pigeon and I hadn't seen each other. I could often see Pigeon flying around in different regions on television, and we talked on the phone several times a month.

We chatted about our lives, mostly about work and personal matters. I could vaguely sense Pigeon's affection for me, and I felt proud to have such a female friend, cherishing our relationship. Therefore, I tried my best to present my best self to her. On

the first night Pigeon arrived, she called me to tell me she was staying at the Municipal Party Committee Guesthouse—Tiannan Hotel—and asked to meet me at the hotel's coffee shop. I readily agreed, but immediately became nervous. Public security, procuratorate, and court personnel frequently visited Tiannan Hotel, and if someone saw Pigeon and me together, it would be troublesome, especially considering the exposure of Zhao Daqing's case. After thinking for a while, I decided to dress up a bit before going.

I called Lu Li to tell her I had to work at the station that night and couldn't come over to sleep. Then I informed my colleagues at the station, changed out of my police uniform, and hurriedly left. Sitting in the back of the taxi, I thought about how lying to Luli had become a habit, and I felt nothing about it. It was strange, though. When a man has to spend his life with a woman, reporting his whereabouts seems to become a required course, and lying seems normal.

The coffee shop was dimly lit. Although there weren't many people at night, finding someone in the shadowy lobby wasn't easy. However, I quickly spotted Pigeon. She was sitting on a high stool at the bar, dressed in a bright white casual outfit, holding a large glass of beer. I quickly walked over and sat down next to her. Pigeon turned and looked at me. We smiled at each other, but neither of us spoke. Pigeon's pretty face had an intoxicating glow in the dim light. Her watery eyes glanced at me with a half-smile, and she said to the waiter, "Take two bottles of blue beer to table number 7."

She then left the bar.

I waited until the waiter had left Pigeon before I went over. The café wasn't crowded, mostly filled with couples whispering to each other. The lingering love songs in the air added a touch of romance to the space.

"How was it? Meeting here didn't make things awkward for you, did it?"

Pigeon's voice was always so melodious. I shook my head: "It's fine."

"Have some drinks,"

Pigeon said, pointing to the Blue Ribbon beer on the table. I was a little thirsty too.

I picked up the bottle and downed half of it in one gulp. The icy liquid flowed down my throat and into my stomach, a cool sensation spreading through me. I let out a long sigh: "So refreshing!"

Pigeon watched my hearty drinking, a misty haze welling in her clear eyes. Even in the dim light, I was a little hesitant to look directly at her, and my heart began to race. We both seemed to sense something. We didn't speak, silently listening to the music, silently drinking our beer, silently savoring the quiet atmosphere. Although we had only known each other for a short time, somehow we felt like we already knew each other very well, like old friends who had known each other for a long time.

The silence was broken by Pigeon. She turned her head to look at the swirling neon lights in the empty dance floor and asked me calmly, "You must be very busy lately, right?"

I felt a little disappointed, but I didn't know why. Following Pigeon's words, I said, "Yes, I've been very busy lately."

I took a sip of my drink and continued, "It's all because of that Li* sensitive information filtering*. I can't believe so many people believe his nonsensical myths."

Pigeon didn't seem to mind my swearing and asked softly, "What do you think of ****?"

Mentioning work immediately lifted my spirits. I laughed and said, "What do I think? ****, my colleagues never call it ****. It's not some kind of cult. We all call it Li* sensitive information filtering*." "And his followers, a madman and a bunch of idle idiots."

Pigeon smiled slightly at my somewhat agitated words, a captivating smile that made me momentarily mesmerized. But the instant our eyes met, I immediately averted my gaze, afraid she would see my loss of composure.

Pigeon waved for a waiter and ordered several more bottles of Blue Ribbon. "What are you mainly busy with these days?"

I asked lazily, reclining on the sofa. "Busy with what? That Li *sensitive information filtering* is really a menace. These past few months have been all about him. He tells his followers to get sick but not see a doctor. I didn't know until I investigated, and what I found was shocking: since last year, the rate of unnatural deaths in my jurisdiction has doubled."

Meeting Pigeon's probing gaze, I continued, "They're all followers of Li* (a cult), mostly old men and women. Their health is already poor, and they refuse to see a doctor; how can they endure it?"

Pigeon sighed softly, saying, "It's like that everywhere."

Her delicate brows furrowed as she sighed, which made me feel a pang of sympathy, and I couldn't help but frown as well.

Pigeon, oblivious to my expression, sipped her drink and said, "There's a foreign opinion that says the CCP exploited the drawbacks of China's reform and opening up, gathering a large number of people dissatisfied with reality. The inequality between rich and poor, lack of faith, and social injustice exacerbated people's spiritual emptiness, leading many to join the cult's theories. China's traditional personality cult is the foundation for Li*'s expanded influence. Such an organization is a great irony for a socialist country that still adheres to Marxism."

Hearing Pigeon's words, I was somewhat taken aback; I had never thought about it so deeply before.

The conversation seemed a bit too sensitive at this point, so I fell silent. I just silently drank my wine. Pigeon seemed lost in a gray, inescapable mood. She asked me, "Are you a Party member?"

I replied, somewhat surprised, "Yes, why?"

Pigeon gave a slight, bitter smile. "I'm a Party member too. I'm asking you, do you believe in communism?"

This was a very big question. I stared into Pigeon's eyes. Although she seemed quite sober, her once gentle eyes now held an undeniable hint of intoxication.

I silently pondered the question, trying to figure out how to answer. Pigeon, seeing my serious expression, said, "What? Are you scared?"

I couldn't stand her tone and said, "Pigeon, you're not drunk, are you?"

Pigeon leaned closer to me and said, "Do I look drunk?"

Her beautiful face was very close, her bright red lips almost touching mine. A delicate, sweet scent wafted into my nostrils, giving me an urge to embrace her and kiss her passionately.

I desperately tried to control myself, struggling to move my body backward. "Pigeon, what's wrong? I'll take you home to rest."

Pigeon shook her head, coquettishly saying, "Answer me quickly."

Her expression, like that of someone flirting with a lover, made my head spin. I composed myself and said, "I'm a Party member, of course I believe in communism."

Pigeon laughed, pointing at me with her slender, white fingers, saying, "You're lying."

It seemed Pigeon was a little drunk. I stood up and took her hand, "Pigeon, you're drunk, let me take you home to rest."

Pigeon pulled her hand away from mine, saying, "I'm not drunk, I'm not going home."

She looked up at me, her face full of disappointment, and said, "You're lying, you're lying to me."

Looking at her expression, I felt a pang of heartache for no reason. I slumped down and downed the rest of the wine in the bottle in one gulp. I slammed the empty bottle heavily on the table. "Okay, Pigeon," I said, "I'm telling you, whether it's communism or capitalism, it's just a name. Whatever political or economic system they promote, as long as it improves people's lives, I'll believe in it. Or rather,"

I looked at Pigeon, who was intently watching me, "I don't believe in anything."

Pigeon's drunkenness seemed to vanish instantly, a captivating smile spreading across her beautiful face. I was initially confused, then it dawned on me. I couldn't help but exclaim angrily, "Fine! You tricked me!"

Pigeon smiled and said, "Otherwise, how could you tell the truth?"

Seeing my bewildered expression, she seemed somewhat apologetic, and added, "Don't be sad. If it weren't for this, I wouldn't know you really care about me."

As soon as the words left her mouth, she realized her mistake, her face instantly turning crimson. My heart pounded wildly with her words, and I stood there speechless.

Five or six empty wine bottles were scattered on the table. Pigeon was the first to recover from her embarrassment, saying casually, "Let's go!"

I said somewhat reluctantly, "What time is it?"

Pigeon glanced at her watch and replied, "Nine twenty."

I looked at her still beautiful, rosy cheeks and said with a hint of disappointment, "It's quite late, you should rest too."

Pigeon smiled at my disappointed expression and said, "I still want to see the most beautiful night view of this city. What, you want to send me away?"

My heart immediately raced with excitement. "How could I? As long as you want to have fun, I'll accompany you to the death—oh, no, I'll accompany Pigeon to the death."

Pigeon looked happily at my excited expression and said, "I've been here twice, but I've never really had a good time. How about you drive me around?"

What more could I ask for? I couldn't be happier. I was so happy I felt like I could fly.

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