Police officer Chen Shu.

I am Chen Chuan.

My family is very rich. I don't know exactly how much. Anyway, after I became an adult, well, after I turned eighteen, my mom, in order to make up for my missing childhood, gave me pocket money with no upper limit.

So a long time ago, I lost interest in spending money.

Just like with women, once you've seen enough women, you lose your allure.

I remember in college, I had a good friend who was a total simp. He was usually a respectable guy among the group of guys, but ever since he met a girl with tiger teeth from the neighboring art school online, his already limited brain was like it was filled with shit.

I understand. There's a self-deprecating saying among us students that after spending so much time in police academy, we guys, who are in the prime of our hormone-fueled years, can't take our eyes off any female, even if she's a sow.

That being said, if the two were in a normal relationship, we wouldn't say anything. But the woman was clearly trying to hook up with him. Actually, there's nothing wrong with hooking up with someone; it's a necessary course before entering society, and in the long run, it's a good thing.

Actually, every semester, the police academy gets exposed for having one student scammed out of money. Of course, there are many more who don't get exposed. We jokingly call them the "scam quotas," referring to girls from the neighboring arts school who use the guise of dating to book hotel rooms with police academy students, then take photos as evidence to blackmail them.

It's said that extorting police academy students is a common and long-standing business, almost to the point of having established industry standards and market prices. The process involves chatting for a week, skipping meals, going straight to a hotel room, and then charging 10,000 yuan in cash.

If they don't pay, I'll report them to the police academy's student management office.

At the Donghai Police Academy, dating between male and female students is strictly prohibited. Although teachers generally turn a blind eye, if things get out of hand, the student will definitely be expelled.

There's no room for negotiation.

However, if that woman with the tiger teeth is after money, that's fine too. Life is long, and if you don't get scammed seven or eight times today, you'll get scammed again in the future. It's better to be scammed sooner rather than later. You're young, so you can make up for it.

But that woman not only fished, she also used explosives to catch fish.

It's normal for a friend to cry her heart out; everyone goes through something like that.

The frustrating thing is that just a few days later, the woman sent a message, and my friend immediately went into overdrive, practically licking the phone screen to pieces. There was no stopping him.

Oh well, it's all fate, let it be.

Less than a month later, they had a major falling out, and the friend was practically crying and threatening to jump off a building.

I couldn't stand it anymore, so I dragged him to the most luxurious bar in the provincial capital, ordered a few hotties to drink with him, and finally, when he was almost done, I gave him a perfect score.

Do it again on the second day; continue on the third day; there is no fourth day, three days is enough.

With just this one operation, the charm is removed.

After saying all that, I'm actually really annoyed right now, extremely annoyed!

Why didn't I bring Chen Shu on this trip? Otherwise, Zhang Yang, that troublemaker, wouldn't have been running around like this. Northern Myanmar isn't some zoo in the east of the country, a place where you can flirt, come and go as you please.

Now, we've arrived in northern Myanmar. What do I see?

I saw a suppressed, massive volcano about to erupt!

He was such an outstanding and cheerful person in police academy, I don't know why he turned into such a scoundrel! He's always squinting around, calculating this and worrying about that. If you didn't know better, you'd think he was a fugitive who ran away from China!

Hey!

Back in police academy, Chen Shu was a squad leader. He was very serious about his work and studies, but he was also very relaxed in his free time. He loved to laugh, and when he laughed, his eyes would squint into slits, which showed that he was very happy.

After returning from southern Xinjiang, he stopped smiling much.

Everyone says he made a great contribution in southern Xinjiang, achieving a first-class merit by surviving unharmed—something few people in the entire country can do. It sounds like he did something really impressive, but in reality, I've never seen him smile like he used to.

Later, in the Crescent Bridge incident in Dongzhou, his colleague Xu Mingliang was killed in a bombing. After that, Chen Shu seemed to become a different person, and he hardly spoke anymore.

I don't know what others call this: post-traumatic stress disorder? dissociative identity disorder? chronic stress disorder?

I don't understand these terms. All I know is that Chen Shu, who used to laugh so hard his eyes were almost invisible at the police academy, has become the man who carries everything on his own shoulders and keeps all his sins to himself.

So I came to northern Myanmar.

I'm not here to solve a case, nor to rescue anyone. I just followed Chen Shu here to keep an eye on him. I don't have any sense of national responsibility, nor the sense of duty and mission that a police officer should have. I'm just afraid that Chen Shu might get himself into trouble one day, and there won't even be anyone left to collect his body.

Everyone says that heartache is the hardest to cure, but didn't Chen Shu already avenge Little Fatty and Xu Mingliang? So what's there to dwell on? It's all in the past, sigh.

When talking about revenge, one has to mention Zhu Yiba, that coward.

That son of a bitch, he usually looks pretty tough, and he's even a special forces soldier from Yunnan Province, but now that he's run into the enemy who killed two of his comrades, he doesn't even dare to get revenge. And to make matters worse, he even cried afterwards!

Fuck you, you're pushing Chen Shu to his death! I really want to slap you to death.

Zhu Yiba came to northern Myanmar this time to find Zoro Song. I thought that after finding him, there would be a big scene to watch—whether it would be a quick kill or being torn to pieces? It had to have some special forces flair.

What was the result?

Zorro Song was kneeling on the ground and wetting his pants, but Zhu Yiba, that coward, couldn't even lift the old dagger he usually treasured.

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I said, "You've already taken out your knife, why aren't you doing anything? If you had, Chen Shu wouldn't be in this situation. So, my special forces brother, why are you just standing there without doing anything?"

Today, I'm going to pour out all my feelings. I have so much to say and so much resentment. Why? I'm so rich and handsome, why should I be acting like a jerk in this godforsaken place in the middle of the night?

police?

Haha, the salary a policeman earns isn't even a fraction of the gifts I spend on in one night while lying in bed. So, the reason I've been a policeman for so many years isn't to earn money to support my family, nor is it for any ideals or ambitions. I became a policeman simply because my only friend also became a policeman.

It's that simple.

I'm almost thirty, and my dad is pressuring me to come home and go back to work. He calls it inheriting the family business, but the real reason is that he doesn't have a second son, so he can't do anything about it.

One time, when he was pressing me too hard, my dad grabbed my police uniform from the sofa and threw it into the hallway, telling me to quit the job immediately. I said no, Chen Shu was still working there.

My dad was silent for a moment, then asked us in a low voice if there was something going on between us. He suggested that we could both start working at the company together.

I told him to get lost.

Thank you so much, Brother Xian, for the Alliance Leader title! Thank you so much!!!

Three years ago, Lao Xiong was just like today, sitting at his desk typing away at one or two in the morning. Back then, he had written over 100,000 words, but because he wasn't under contract, he had no traffic and very few readers. However, there were still a few loyal followers who kept reading.

It's fair to say that without the encouragement of these early supporters, I, Lao Xiong, would never have been able to persevere. The fact that "Police Chen Shu" has reached over two million words is something I couldn't have imagined back then.

Later, I met many people, including the almost silent No.1 leader, Qiongqiongjili; the old brother named Jinling Yongzhe, who was associated with Zhu Yiba; the old man Renzi, who had been following the book for three years; and a digital book friend who wanted to invite me to Hainan for drinks, and so on. There were many people.

It can be said that it was because of you that Chen Shu's life came to be.

Yes, Chen Shu is no longer just a virtual character created by typing on a keyboard. In my heart, he is a person with flesh and blood, as are Chen Chuan and Zhu Yiba.

Since we are human beings, we should have a beginning and an end.

Brother Xian, the trip to Macau is definitely on my mind. This is a promise I made to you, to everyone, and to Chen Shu.

Thank you, Brother Xian, and thank you everyone!

I like Policeman Chen Shu.