Chapter 3

Chapter 3

"Why is it you again?!" The police officer was startled when he saw me.

I gave an embarrassed smile and quickly stood up.

The old man, seeing the police arrive, burst into tears, "Officer, I want to file a complaint against her, I want to file a complaint..."

...

At the police station, before the older officer could speak, the old man started pointing at me and yelling, "It was this woman! She deliberately came over and sat next to me, spreading her legs to rub against me and seduce me."

"I saw her coming over and thought I shouldn't embarrass the girl, so I gave her my contact information."

"Then she started hitting me like a mad dog! You are the police, you must stand up for me."

Hearing this, I suddenly laughed and said softly, "Say that again."

The old man took a step back but then straightened up, emboldened by the fact that we were in a police station. "You're just a loose woman, seducing me in public. So what! This is a police station, hit me if you dare. Hit me! You filthy woman! I'll sue you until you can't even pay it off by selling yourself!"

The old man didn't notice the older officer covering his face in exasperation and continued to berate me arrogantly.

I could only hear the chair beneath me shouting, "Why won't he shut up?"

The table sighed, "This is a police station, but I support you in killing him."

"Kill him!"

"Kill him!"

"Kill him!"

My brain started to buzz, and I suddenly clenched my fist tightly.

Seeing this, the older officer took a few steps back. Then, with a loud "bang," I kicked the old man hard, sending him crashing into the wall.

He was stunned by the blow and watched in fear as I walked towards him step by step, pressing himself against the wall like a gecko.

"This... this is a police station... a police station..."

He hurriedly shouted to the nearby officers, "You! Arrest her! Arrest her!"

Before the officers could respond, I rushed at him like a madwoman and started beating him. At that moment, I had no other thoughts in my mind, only one: today, here, one of us must die! This bastard!

I screamed in rage as I hit him, "Insult me! Insult me!"

"How dare you insult me!"

"Who is the scum? Who is the beast?! Who is it?! Who is it?!"

The old man cried out in pain, begging for mercy, "It's me, it's me, great-grandmother, please spare me, spare me."

In my frenzied shouting, the police officers didn't dare to move. A young officer who had just been transferred tried to intervene but was stopped by the older officer.

"This is a police station, even if the man is despicable, we can't let her beat him here..."

The older officer shook his head with a complicated expression, "This girl is a regular here. Do you know why?"

The young officer shook his head.

"Depression and multiple suicide attempts."

The young officer stopped in his tracks upon hearing this.

The older officer sighed, "This girl attempted suicide 12 times in one year! Once a month!"

"I haven't seen her for almost a year and was worried. Who knew this time..."

At this, everyone understood. The officers looked at each other, and no one dared to intervene.

Twenty minutes later, a police officer who looked like Leonardo DiCaprio came in and gently pulled me away, comforting me, "That's enough, that's enough. Let's go to another room and have some water. You must be tired..."

...

After venting my anger, I felt much better mentally. The officer, who seemed to know a bit about my situation, said, "Ahem, we've met before."

I looked at him, vaguely remembering something, and awkwardly scratched my hand, "Ah! Sorry for causing you so much trouble last year, but I'm much better now, I won't do it again!"

Back then, I attempted suicide every month and became quite familiar with them. The officer sighed in relief, "Where were you going on the subway?"

"I was going to the mental health clinic to get my medication."

The officer paused in his note-taking and asked lightly, "Aren't you better?"

"Not really, it turned into bipolar disorder, which is a more severe condition."

The officer was shocked, "Isn't that more serious?!"

I smiled awkwardly, "Ah, it's okay, it's okay."

He quickly returned to the main topic and asked me about the details of the incident.

"Really, he messed with you, and he hit a brick wall. You're a retired martial artist..."

"We've seen his injuries; they hurt but aren't serious."

The officer looked at me with an expression that said, "You hit him pretty accurately."

I pursed my lips, embarrassed, "Ah, well, I've been studying for the bar exam recently. I learned a bit..."

Hearing this, he almost gave me a thumbs up on the spot, then coughed and said seriously, "However, we could only see from the subway surveillance that he showed you something, but we couldn't determine what it was, so we need you to identify it."

With that, he took out the old man's phone and opened it in front of me...

The moment he opened the photo album, countless pornographic videos left both of us stunned...

I pointed at the videos, incredulous, "Me? With you? Pick out which one from these hundreds of pornographic videos?"

I stood up abruptly, and the officer jumped in fright, "What are you doing?!"

"I'm going to jog his memory; he'll remember which one in no time!"

"No, no, you rest, you rest. I'll handle it."

After a while, the officer returned, "Alright, next time, be careful not to beat someone for so long; it can cause problems."

I nodded obediently.

Then the police arranged for me and the old man to go to a mediation room.

The officer looked impatiently at the old man, "We've verified it! How old are you, harassing young girls! Insulting young girls! Do you know this is a crime?! You need to compensate her for emotional distress!"

The old man looked at me in horror, "I... I got beaten, and I still have to pay?"

Hearing this, I spoke up, "I don't want money. If he can't be jailed, let me beat him up again."