Police Detective

The road here was slightly busier than the one just now. There were many passers-by who witnessed Bai Song chasing the suspect.

"Thief, don't run!" Bai Song shouted.

When Bai Song shouted, many people heard that he was trying to catch a thief. Several young men were eager to try. One of the young men directly changed his original walking route and wanted to intercept this man. When the man saw this situation, his speed slowed down a bit, and he suddenly pulled out a long dagger from his waist. The person who originally wanted to step forward immediately stepped back. Several girls on the road saw it and screamed and hid on both sides.

The man looked back at Bai Song. He had already exhausted more than half of his physical energy. He waved the knife twice, trying to scare Bai Song away, and then ran into a community again.

This community is darker than the one just now. It is an old community like Daguangli. Except for the street light in the middle, the rest of the area is dark. The man panicked and ran into a dark road. .

Bai Song felt a little more at ease now. He was familiar with this place. It was a dead end.

Bai Song took out the flashlight directly from his waist. The bright police flashlight suddenly illuminated a nearby area of ​​dozens of meters, and also illuminated the end of the road.

The man saw at a glance that the end of the road was impassable. After running for two meters, he turned around and raised his dagger.

"Let me go! The water in the well does not interfere with the water in the river!" The man's voice was low. At this time, he looked like a wounded jackal. His eyes were fixed on Bai Song. Bai Song focused his flashlight and the light directly hit the man's eyes. , the man was in pain and slashed forward with his knife.

Bai Song, who originally wanted to step forward, hesitated and took two steps back. It was too dangerous to do so. But this time the lights flickered, Bai Song was sure that this person was the robbery suspect that he had been looking for for four or five days!

The man used his arms to block the bright light in front of him. When he saw Bai Song retreat, he knew that Bai Song had no weapons, so he rushed over with a knife.

Bai Song sighed lightly, took out the police spray, and whispered to himself: "Poor child."

The man held the knife in his right hand and put his left arm above his eyes. Bai Song pressed the switch of the police spray directly from bottom to top and diagonally upward toward the man's face.

The main ingredient of police spray, also called police pepper spray, is high-purity capsicum extract. When a university teacher taught about the use of police equipment, he once commented on this police equipment. Simply put, it “can quickly control the situation. "

The meaning of this sentence is that with one to ten, it is not a big problem. Even if it is sprayed on the arms, it will cause a strong burning sensation, not to mention the face. The best time for this thing to be used is when a group of people are shirtless and fighting in the summer. A policeman goes up and sprays it, and everyone lies down and screams.

At this time, Bai Song was calculating mentally but not intentionally, and the man quickly felt severe pain on his face.

The man suddenly felt difficulty breathing, and his whole face hurt and itched, as if a large handful of chili peppers were sprinkled on his face, and then a large handful of Sichuan peppercorns were sprinkled on his face. He threw away the knife and held his face with both hands. , yelled in pain.

"Why bother?" Bai Song knew how powerful this thing was. He slowly stepped forward and kicked the man's dropped knife several meters away. He held the man down, grabbed both of his hands from behind, and put on a restraint belt.

This man could run better than the one just now, but his body was far inferior. Under the pain in his face, he desperately tried to rub his face with his hands, but Bai Song pulled his arms behind him and used a white high-strength gun. Plastic restraints tied up. Bai Song was afraid that it would not be safe, so he tied up the remaining one.

"I@#￥you@#, ah ah ah, let go of me!" The man was rolling on the ground in pain, but Bai Song held him down easily.

"You have the right to remain silent, but every time you shout now, I can add a few years to your sentence!" Bai Song was in a good mood and joked about the suspect. It is true that every sentence will not add a few years to your sentence, but Insulting the police after being arrested will indeed make it easier for the judge to consider increasing the sentence within the discretion of the case file.

At this time, the man gradually became speechless, twitching all over and screaming ferociously. People in several nearby residential buildings opened their windows to look, and some people called the police.

Soon, the police from the police station came. Wang Huadong's side had already taken care of it. Seeing that Bai Song was fine here, he couldn't help but breathed a sigh of relief, but this buddy was really miserable.

Bai Song didn't feel bad at all. When the man rushed toward the police with a knife, he should be grateful that Bai Song didn't have a gun in his hand.

However, he did spray a bit too much, and the volatile stuff made his eyes feel a bit irritating.

Together they put the man into the back of the prison van. The police in the cell put the knife away in an evidence bag. Bai Song couldn't help but tell several police officers: "He is covered in pepper spray. Don't touch him directly after touching him." Face, please wash your hands."

Wang Huadong followed the car in the police station and escorted the two suspects back. Bai Song packed up his police equipment and got into the Santana car parked at the gate of the neighborhood next to him.

It has to be said that despite the cold weather, after arresting two people and experiencing the threat of a sharp knife, Bai Song still sweated on his head after getting in the car. He subconsciously wiped the sweat on his forehead with the back of his hand.

Bai Song wiped half of his hand on his forehead, and a "ding dong" sound seemed to suddenly appear in his mind...

Um, there seems to be some pepper water on my hands. This is a low concentration and I can’t feel it on my hands but on my face.

Bai Song's thoughts are transmitted to the pain reflex area of ​​the cerebral cortex at the same time as the neurotransmitters transmitted from the cuticle of the forehead to the nerve cells.

"I C" Bai Song wanted to wipe it with his sleeve, but stopped in time. He endured the burning pain, got out of the car, went to a nearby store, and borrowed the bathroom.

This thing is very difficult to clean. Bai Song washed his hands with soap several times and did not dare to wipe his forehead with his hands. Instead, he took out some toilet paper, dipped it in water, and wiped his forehead several times. It was also very painful when he wiped it. After a few minutes, it was mostly relieved.

"Huhu." Bai Song took off his coat, turned it inside out, held it in his arms, and returned to the car.

Isn't it said that good people are rewarded? Bai Song himself was speechless. Isn't it a good person to catch robbers?

Not wanting to complain, he drove directly to the Miki Street Police Station. When we arrived at the institute, there was a 120 parked at the entrance of the institute. Standing at the entrance of the institute, you could hear someone screaming inside. Bai Song felt much more balanced.

"Haha, you're here. This kid said he couldn't breathe on the way, so the office called 120 for him. He's still cleaning up in the back room. He'll probably be uncomfortable for a few hours." Wang Huadong saw Bai Song at the door: "Eh? What’s wrong with your forehead?”

Bai Song listened to the suspect's voice inside and waved his hand, "Hey, it's okay. It's okay."