I just want to be a regular writer

After waking up, it was another ordinary, boring but stable new day.

"boom!------"

"Hey! Stop!"

"Da da da......"

Nearly 5 in the morning, Duwangding had not yet regained consciousness.

The clamor and footsteps outside carry a certain kind of... a sound that Sung Seung-hyun hears very familiarly-it is a sound often heard in shooting games.

Probably...

-Gunshots.

Shan Chengxian opened his eyes, stared at the ceiling and blinked before lifting the quilt to get up.

Open the balcony door and look out, everything outside is like a comedy—the more absurd one.

The chaser was a policeman in uniform.

Holding a gun and smoking faintly from the muzzle... is a middle-aged man in poor clothes.

The gun was pointed at the policeman.

Wait.

Wait a minute, wait a minute!

Shan Chengxian frowned and nodded the position of his temple, muttering sadly, "Is it the other way around?"

Anyway!!!

"boom!!----"

As if the previous confrontation was enough, the middle-aged man fired.

Of course, the police fell.

-Is this the real world?

Time: 5:32 in the morning.

Location: Villa area in the northeast of Duwang Town.

Event: A downhearted middle-aged man shot an unarmed policeman.

"...I want to complain everywhere."

Shan Chengxian curled his neck and squatted down, followed his own hands and feet and crawled back to the room.

Shake the quilt to find the phone, open the dial interface-110, dial.

"Hello? Ah... It's so noisy, do you know what time it is?"

"Can't you call the police later?"

"Everyone on duty is still sleeping? Do you know how to be polite? It will cause us trouble!"

There was a scolding sound from the earpiece.

"Eh?"

Shan Chengxian was a little confused-he was indeed a little confused after witnessing a shooting.

By the way, he felt that his ordinary, boring and stable daily life was waving goodbye to him at this moment.

Yes......

Is the alarm call correct?

1, 1, 0.

That's right!

Shan Chengxian was a little dazed, he was sleepy, and was disrupted by the sound of gunshots.

He took a deep breath and explained the situation softly.

The other party quickly responded to him.

"So? What then?"

The person who answered the phone asked back and even yawned leisurely.

--Reiterated!Shan Chengxian made sure that he was calling the police!

"So... don't you go to the police?" Shan Chengxian asked, asking for knowledge in his heart-why indifferent?

"Ah, out of the police?"

"Yeah, the police will be dispatched." The other party yawned again, "Wait...7 o'clock, wait for the handover to come. Now there is no manpower available... Everyone is sleeping."

——???

Shan Chengxian squinted, "Huh?"

that's too regretful.

The other party has hung up.

"wrong."

Shan Chengxian dropped his phone and stood up: "No, no, no, no."

Everything is wrong.

He ran out of the balcony and looked down. The middle-aged man who fired the shot had already gone, leaving only a shaky back for Shan Chengxian.

He flicked his gun like a drunk cowboy, sang old songs from the 1980s aloud, as if confessing to a certain dancing girl with affection, but he only killed a few minutes ago.

Shan Chengxian turned to look at his neighbors.

The doors and windows are closed tightly on the left and right, I wonder if it is a relationship that I don't want to cause trouble.

Well.

——Does anyone call the police besides him?Isn't he the only one who recognizes gunfire?Everyone should have seen criminal investigation movies and TV series, right?