Police officer Chen Shu

Chapter 202 So Young
Jiefang Street, Chanyun Shopping Mall!

Lin Ru always felt that she was so unfortunate, as if the whole world was against her.

Her parents were always busy with work and business. During the few minutes they saw each day, all they cared about was her grades and her studies. Their last words before leaving were always the same eight-character mantra: "Study hard and listen to your teachers."

After all these years, why haven't they ever thought of switching?
The number of money transfer records on WeChat far exceeds their chat history.

Using the excuse of saving money, I signed up for a family and relatives data plan from a telecommunications company for my parents and myself. However, I found that the actual monthly call minutes, when converted into real-time call charges, were less than the ten yuan plan fee.

If life just passes by uneventfully, that's fine. Over the years, Lin Ru has gotten used to this kind of life. She's just waiting to grow up and hopes to spread her wings and soar after graduating from university!

But those things happened anyway.

She had nowhere to appeal and no one to appeal to.

That afternoon, she calmly walked out of her house and up the fire escape stairs, her adrenaline levels rising, her blood pressure soaring, her heart pounding, and all the muscles in her body involuntarily tensing up.

Upon reaching the top floor, her breathing became increasingly rapid, and she gradually felt like she couldn't breathe. Climbing up to the edge of the roof, she looked down and a sudden wave of dizziness washed over her, as if gravity was pulling her down.

She took a half step back and sat down, dangling her legs over the wall and swinging them back and forth, thinking to herself, "In this world, who wouldn't want to give up on me?"

At 3 PM, on Jiefang Street, at the Chanyun Shopping Mall.

Chanyun Commercial Building was built twenty years ago. At that time, high-rise buildings were popular in clusters, which meant that the second and third floors of a building were combined and rented out to companies or individuals, and were called commercial properties.

The ten or so floors above are ordinary residential buildings, which are for ordinary people to live in.

These buildings were collectively referred to as "commercial buildings" at that time.

Chanyun Commercial Building broke ground around that time. It wasn't tall, only eight stories, with the ground floor divided into groups of shops, each a few dozen square meters in size. The second floor was rented out by a company, or perhaps an individual, to set up an educational training center, which housed subdivided training institutions for subjects like English, drawing, and music.

Although there are many businesses, it's much quieter than in previous years when it was rented to a restaurant. Some upstairs residents who are allergic to cooking fumes have finally calmed down.

At this moment, on the rooftop wall of the shopping mall, a girl wearing a pale yellow dress sat facing outwards, one hand propped up on the wall, the other constantly stuffing fried fish balls into her mouth, her legs swinging back and forth outside the shopping mall wall.

An eight-story building is about thirty meters high, and the wind was quite strong at that moment. The girl's long, flowing hair danced lightly in the afternoon breeze, and her petite body swayed gently back and forth occasionally.

She was so calm, as if she were sitting on an ordinary park bench.

On the main road beneath her feet, the police officers, their brows furrowed and heads tilted back, were staring intently at the situation upstairs, creating a stark contrast between the two groups.

Generally speaking, most suicide reports received by police stations involve threats of suicide, that is, individuals using their own lives as leverage to negotiate with specific individuals. For example, migrant workers demanding unpaid wages. In such cases, the police's role is merely to coordinate negotiations between the two parties.

Some people act impulsively, but when they arrive at the scene, they can't take that final step. In these cases, the police need to come over and persuade them gently, pulling them back from the brink of death.

The last group consists of those who truly intend to commit suicide. They are cold-blooded, resolute, and meticulously planned, making them difficult to rescue. Often, before the police even arrive, they have already completed the entire process of self-destruction. When the police do arrive, they are merely there to clean up the mess and protect the scene.

Chen Shu, looking up at the rooftop, watched as the girl sat casually on the wall, tossing something out of her hand with a nonchalant flick of her wrist. This nonchalance sent a chill down Chen Shu's spine.

He turned to the crowd and ordered quickly, "Xiao Lin, you stay here and disperse the onlookers. Then wait for Li Chaoyang and the others to come and help inflate the air mattress. When the firefighters arrive, tell them that if they turn around here, there will be a green-painted stairwell that leads directly to the top floor."

As he spoke, he glanced at the grid leader who had volunteered in the psychological counseling room, waved, and the group headed straight for the entrance of Chanyun Shopping Mall.

Chen Shu happened to live on the third floor of Chanyun Shopping Mall, so he knew the place well. When he passed the lobby on the first floor, he grabbed a security guard with a large bunch of keys hanging on his waist and rushed up the fire escape that led directly to the roof.

Halfway up the building, he turned around and found no one following. Chen Shu hesitated for a moment, then picked up the rope coil and continued running. When he reached the rooftop, he found the iron gate unlocked and not blocked from the outside.

He swallowed hard a few times, paused for a few seconds, wrapped the rope around himself and tied a knot, then casually tied the remaining rope in the same knot on the iron handrail before tossing the rope coil at the bottom of the stairs.

He took a deep breath, reached out and pushed open the iron gate, then walked out.

Chen Shu, who was anxious while running up the stairs, now calmed down and forced a smile as he reached the rooftop platform.

Although he knew that the creaking sound of the rusty iron door when he opened it had already given away his presence, he still unconsciously crouched down and cautiously approached where the girl was sitting.

“I recognize you.” The girl placed her hands on either side of her body against the wall, looked down at the building with an air of nonchalance, and said without turning her head, “You’re the policeman who lives on the third floor.”

"Yes, it's me."

Chen Shu's outward expression was natural, and he smiled as he agreed, but in reality, he was frantically searching his mind for information about the girl. Clearly, this girl had seen him before, and he should have seen her somewhere as well.

Keep moving forward step by step.

The girl suddenly leaned back!

Looking up at the white clouds in the sky directly above, my legs, which had been dangling, involuntarily lifted into the air.

Her words startled Chen Shu, who rushed forward a few steps, only to be abruptly stopped by her casual remark.

"Officer, please don't come any closer."

Her tone was flat and emotionless, completely unlike what one would expect from a young, innocent girl.

Crying or shouting indicates that the person still has emotions and there is a possibility of saving them. The most frightening thing is someone whose tone is so calm that you can't hear any emotion in their voice.

Judging from this, they've probably thought it through.

Chen Shu stood still, watching from afar, not daring to move an inch. His feet felt as heavy as if they were filled with cement, incredibly heavy.

What happened to someone so young?
(End of this chapter)