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The latter immediately conveys the atmosphere of an emergency room, a subconscious suggestion that "she is on the verge of death" and "she needs immediate help."

This is an important visual prop in the entire play.

The woman is the lead actress, the pink suitcase belongs to the props team, and the thermal blanket belongs to the lighting technician.

The atmosphere changed after the thermal blankets were laid out.

It's no longer an undignified dispute about a woman lying on the ground, but a tense incident where a beautiful woman faints in the stairwell, is in critical condition, and urgently needs a courier to break down the door and rescue her.

After completing the standard procedure, the emergency responders stood aside.

By this time, a considerable amount of time had passed since the reinforcement team arrived.

The person who called the police was right in front of them, and professionals had already made a professional assessment. Everyone on the walkie-talkie knew that the woman was unharmed.

According to the logic of any normal society, what should be done at this time?

The woman should be helped up.

You should ask her: Are you the person who called the police? What's your situation? Why are you lying here? What's your relationship with 1601? Who hit you? Where did they hit you? How did they hit you?

Chan Ho-nam did not.

Standing less than a meter away from the woman, faced with the paramedics' clear assessment and the objective fact that the person who called the police was right in front of him, Chen Haonan made his final decision: "No! I'm going to open this door today!"

If it's not shown, all of Chan Ho-nam's prepared lines will have been for nothing.

Huang Yong's "You're afraid" was a waste of time.

The thermal blanket was wasted.

The reinforcements were called for in vain.

The production team waited in vain.

This episode doesn't have enough runtime.

Throughout the exhibition, the door was constantly being knocked on.

The recording team was incredibly patient, tap tap tap, tap tap tap, tap tap tap, tap tap tap, tap tap tap, tap tap tap, tap tap tap... Yes, that's how long it took.

"What do you want?" the man inside the door said, and at the same time, the door finally opened.

Note that the man opened the door himself.

The fast-paced class immediately swarmed in.

Sounds from the scene: "Quickly!", "Go in!", "Come on!", "Don't let him escape!"

The recording crew rushed in, and the camera swayed.

Sounds from the scene: "Still resisting," "Hurry," "Control them quickly!"

The man's voice choked with sobs: "Is this how you enforce the law?"

A voice from the scene said, "Please cooperate with us!"

The man was still relatively clear-headed: "Explain clearly what I'm cooperating with you in. Explain clearly what illegal things I've done."

Sound from the scene: "You stand up and speak."

Footage shows at least three fast-paced men pinning a man firmly to the ground.

Huang Yong's voice followed closely behind: "We are now forcibly summoning you to the police station."

A voice that sounded smug said, "Let's force you to know."

"Come, come with us."

"Go!" "Go!" "Go!"

Accompanied by several short, forceful commands and stirring music, six police officers worked together to take the man away from his residence.

The scene shifts to the elevator, where the man is being held in a corner. Huang Yong then earnestly pleads with him: "I'll talk to you properly at the door, open the door and ask what's wrong, do you hear me?"

The camera then shifts to the hallway, where a medic, surrounded by four other medical personnel, says to the woman lying comfortably on the thermal mat (by the way, at this point, the woman has changed her position!), "Come with us to the police station."

The camera cuts to the outdoors, where in complete darkness, the man is being led away by police officers, his hands cuffed behind his back.

Narrator: Seeing the fast-paced officer leave with the man, the woman lying on the ground finally got up and followed the officer to the police station.

Narrator: After questioning, the reporter learned that the incident was originally just a romantic dispute between a boyfriend and girlfriend. The man wanted to break up with the woman, but she refused, which led to a conflict. The woman then called the police and lay down on the ground.

At this point, the camera even dared to show close-ups of the transcript being recorded on a computer:

[Answer: My boyfriend hit me, so I called the police.]

Q: Please describe what happened.

[Answer: On September 2, 2018, my boyfriend asked me to move out of Zhengzhou Road, Puyang District, Shanghai (missing footage). He asked me to help him move out the next day, but I told him I had something to do. He disagreed for a moment, then (missing footage) he hit my legs with a stick and then rolled up a leather object and hit my head hard. I don't know what happened after that.]

Q: Approximately how many times did he hit you?

[Answer: Anyway, I was hit a lot, but I don't remember the exact number.]

Well, I hit him a lot, although I didn't leave any marks.

Narrator: The man was furious, but he took it out on the fast-track officer who came to handle the dispute. After the fast-track officer gave him a serious lecture, the man finally realized his mistake.

During the narration, the production team thoughtfully added legal explanations and informational clippings:

According to the relevant provisions of the "Dayang Public Security Administration Punishment Law," anyone who obstructs the express delivery team from performing their duties in accordance with the law will be severely punished.

The camera shifts to a documentary perspective once again:

Chan Ho-nam: Regarding the male party involved...

Chan Ho-nam: Actually, it's a very common phenomenon.

Chan Ho-nam: We encounter many [cases] during our daily work responding to calls.

Chan Ho-nam: Without understanding the law

Chan Ho-nam: Interpreting the law in one's own words

Narrator: After handling this incident and returning to their patrol route, the two rapid response team members felt an unprecedented sense of relief.

The shot then changes to an overhead view.

In the footage, a lone official red and blue light travels along an empty four-lane road, displaying solitude and a sense of guardianship.

Or to put it another way:

A smug-looking official traffic light, traveling on a wide-open avenue where no other vehicle dares to appear on camera at the same time, serves as a warning to all potential viewers of the program:

I am the greatest under heaven, and if I say it's illegal, then it's illegal.

……

When the show aired, the global list of most immoral people was released, and in the individual rankings, Officer Chan Ho-nam received over a million votes that very night.

183 Records of the Censorate's Investigations

At eight o'clock in the morning, Chen Haonan had just arrived at the police station when his phone rang.

It was a call from the Anjing branch, asking him to come over.

Upon arriving at the branch office, a staff member, presumably from the office, led him into a small conference room at the far end of the third floor.

The room was small, with an oval conference table, a few folding chairs, and blinds that were completely closed.

Chan Ho-nam sat down near the door and waited for about five minutes.

The door opened, and a long line of uniformed officers filed in.

Leading the way was the branch bureau chief, followed by the political commissar, then the executive deputy bureau chief, the director of the political department, the head of the publicity section, the captain of the inspection brigade, and the captain of the legal affairs detachment.

Six people lined up across the conference table, briefcases on the table, teacups set out.

The bureau chief sat down in the middle, glanced at Chen Haonan, and said two words: "Tell me."

Chan Ho-nam, of course, knew what it was about.

The program was recorded the day before yesterday, and after fifteen minutes of airing last night, the program's official Weibo account enabled featured comments.

Following this, all official accounts of the TV station's programs switched to curated selection mode, from news channels to food programs, none were spared.

However, it was of no use.

Slices, screenshots, and full videos have been forwarded everywhere.

From 10 p.m. last night to 7 a.m. this morning, he watched helplessly as his vote count jumped from one million to two million, and then from two million to three million.

He took one last look before leaving home in the morning: 3.17 million votes.

“I was too simplistic and crude,” Chan Ho-nam said, sitting up straight with his hands on his knees. “I was rigid in my enforcement of the law, only considering the execution of the law, without considering the flexible resolution of internal conflicts among the people. I lacked professional competence.”

The political commissar stared at him for a few seconds: "Haven't you thought this through? You've thought it through too much."

He tilted his head to the side.

The political director understood, got up and walked to the projector, projecting a video onto the white wall behind Chen Haonan.

The political commissar called for it to stop after the video had been playing for less than a minute.

The frame freezes on the moment when Chan Ho-nam and Wong Ng both appear in the shot.

Subtitles popped up on the shoulders of the two men: Chen Haonan, Caojiadu Police Station, Anjing Branch, 32 years old, 7 and a half years of service. Huang Yong, Jiangsu Road Police Station, Ningchang Branch, 56 years old, 25 years of service.

The political commissar walked over to the projector and pointed to the two lines of text: "Come on, tell me, why would a simple public security incident require you two from different police stations to work together on the rapid response team? You're not even from the same branch office. Considering the size of Shanghai, this is considered cross-prefecture-level city cooperation."

Chen Haonan was silent for a few seconds, then raised his head and tried to keep his tone even: "That area happens to be the border area between the jurisdictions of our two police stations, and we usually have a joint operation mechanism. That day, Huang Yong happened to be at our station discussing a case for assistance, and when the command center dispatched officers, we went there together. The program crew was filming a routine patrol, and we just happened to be there."

“Good,” the political commissar nodded, a slight smile playing on his lips. “Assisting in the investigation of the case, joint operations, just in time.”

He repeated those words, didn't ask any further questions, and gestured for the director of the political department to continue playing.

The video fast-forwards, and soon it plays to the command center asking if the woman was injured and if she had any marks on her body. The two women answered no.

“Since there are no injuries,” the political commissar paused the call and turned around, “the person who called the police is lying right in front of you. What questions do you have? Why don’t you just ask her directly?”

“Some injuries may not have visible marks on the surface, and moving them rashly or disturbing them repeatedly could cause secondary damage.”

"Okay." The political commissar nodded, signaling to continue.

The video continues playing.

When the paramedics arrived, they examined the woman and confirmed that her vital signs were normal and that she was otherwise unharmed.

A narrator's voice rang out: "The woman lying on the ground is unharmed. However, if the man in room 1601 refuses to open the door, this dispute will still remain unresolved."

The political commissar pressed pause again.

The meeting room was silent for a few seconds.

“What do you mean by ‘the woman lying on the ground is unharmed, but if the man refuses to open the door, the dispute cannot be resolved’?” The political commissar turned around and looked at Chen Haonan. “Is your duty to handle police incidents or to resolve disputes? Is it absolutely necessary for you to resolve this dispute?”

“Properly handling disputes can effectively eliminate factors that cause social instability,” Chen Haonan said. “This is also a daily duty of grassroots police officers.”

"Good, well said." The political commissar put the remote control on the table. "Dragonflies eat mosquitoes, cheetahs eat antelopes, and even in the Middle East that Ming just went to, hatred and conflict are still everywhere. Should we ask you to go and resolve them?"

Chan Ho-nam bit his lip and didn't reply.

The meeting room fell silent again.

The bureau chief pressed the pause button, and the screen froze on the frame where the man was pinned to the ground.

"Tell me," the director said calmly, "how you plan to mitigate the impact."

Chen Haonan raised his head: "I apologize to the parties involved in person and to the entire online audience. I admit that my professional skills are insufficient, my understanding is inadequate, my investigation and evidence collection were not thorough enough before I rushed to their homes, my law enforcement methods were harsh, and I did not give the public sufficient explanation and communication."

"Oh," the director said softly, taking a sip of his tea, as if talking to himself, "So, you're saying, 'On-camera opportunities are rare, so you have to perform well,' 'Without conflict, it's not exciting enough, and the show won't be good,' 'A few words of admonishment on the spot are just routine, and when you finally encounter material that the file resists, you have to shoot some shaky, arrest-level footage to make it exciting'... You think all these factors are completely gone?"

The air in the conference room suddenly felt thick.

The political commissar leaned back in his chair, his hands crossed and resting on his stomach.

The director of the political department was looking down at his notebook, but his pen remained untouched.

The head of the publicity department looked over from above his glasses, completely silent. The captain of the inspection team didn't say a word from beginning to end, just staring at Chen Haonan as if he were looking at an unopened case file.

Chan Ho-nam's lips were tightly closed, and a fine layer of sweat appeared on his forehead.

He had already seen all of the director's words online. From last night until now, Chen Haonan had scrolled through the comments section countless times. Every word of these speculations and accusations felt like it was being spoken directly into his ear.

No one on the other end was urging us on.

After at least five or six minutes, Chan Ho-nam finally managed to say, with difficulty, "No."