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Looking at Han Youliang's smug expression, he resembled an incredibly proud rooster. His neck stretched out, and his face flushed bright red. At that moment, I could no longer contain the anger boiling inside me; I had never hated someone as much as I did today. With that thought in mind, I took a running start and leaped high into the air, delivering a powerful kick right to Han Youliang's stomach.
No one expected my sudden attack; Han Youliang was sent flying, and the two police officers beside him failed to catch him. As I watched him crash to the ground, my fury remained unquenched. I charged forward again, unleashing a flurry of kicks onto Han Youliang, who writhed on the ground like a giant maggot.
"Quick! Stop him! Don't let him do anything stupid!" shouted the Detective Captain who had led the team.
In an instant, several police officers rushed over, some grabbing my arms while others tried to hold me back. But it felt as if something was blocking my chest, making me feel utterly uncomfortable, as if countless needles were stabbing into me, tearing at my heart! I broke free from their grasp and continued to stomp on Han Youliang.
"Damn it! I'm telling you! If anything happens to him, I'll make sure you wish you were dead!" I shouted frantically at Han Youliang.
He laughed maniacally at times and then yelled, "The police are hitting people! The police are hitting people!"
The Detective Captain quickly barked, "Stop him! There are too many people here; this is disgraceful!"
After the chaotic scuffle, the sound of sirens still blared as numerous residents gathered around to witness the scene. Some cheered while others hurled insults; many even pulled out their phones to record. Although the other officers tried to intervene, they were utterly helpless.
With the Detective Captain's shout, four or five officers finally managed to rush in and restrain me tightly. Tears streamed silently down my face. In the year since our Special Investigation Team was formed, Dezi and I had developed an incredible rapport, as if we had known each other for decades.
We had solved countless cases together; we had experienced confusion and anger along the way. But after everything we had been through, Dezi had become like family to me. How could I accept this outcome? Especially since Yan Junde had taken that blow for me—how could I find peace in that? I would rather be the one hurt; at least physical pain was far easier to bear than this emotional torment!
I couldn't describe my feelings; I didn't know whether to be sad or angry or what else. At that moment, Mary came to my side and tightly grasped my hand. I could even feel her trembling as she said softly, "It's okay, it's okay. It doesn't necessarily mean he'll get infected; we can't be sure! Dezi has such good luck; how could anything happen? Remember during the Seven Deadly Sins case? He almost lost his life then too, but nothing happened!"
"It'll be fine! It has to be!" Mary repeated those words, unsure if she was saying them to me or herself.
Juan Juan carefully stored away the syringe and said, "Now, let's take Han Youliang back. There are too many people here; we'll deal with everything later!"
Everyone turned their attention to Dezi. He closed his eyes and took a few deep breaths before addressing us: "I used to be in the armed police; wherever danger lurked, that's where we were. Many of my colleagues sacrificed their lives. I've always believed that a soldier dying on the battlefield is an honor—not something to cry over or mourn. When we entered this line of work, didn't we already put our lives on the line?"
"Brother Shao," Yan Junde looked at me seriously and said, "I know you feel guilty; you think you caused this for me. But haven't you saved my life multiple times? During the Gu Poison case, if it weren't for you, I would have been controlled by illusions and committed suicide. In the Seven Deadly Sins case, if it weren't for you, I would have been torn apart long ago. What does it matter if I save you once?"
Yan Junde paused for a moment before continuing, "As far as I know, there are still fragments of bullets in your body that cannot be removed. We have walked on the edge of death many times, brushing shoulders with it repeatedly. Don't worry, death is not terrifying, and it is not as Han Youliang said; waiting for death is not frightening either."
"Only those without faith are waiting for death," Dezi replied. "I am not one of them. I know what I want and whether I have achieved it."
"Let's go back!" Dezi's words were calm and composed, as if he were not at all worried about having contracted HIV. He resembled a fearless warrior, yet also an elderly sage filled with wisdom. I extended my hand to Yan Junde and offered him a standard salute, and everyone followed suit.
The surroundings were still filled with noise—the wailing sirens of police cars and the murmurs of the crowd discussing the situation. Yet, it felt as if I could hear nothing at all; all that remained in my vision was Yan Junde's figure. Having worked in this line of work for a long time, especially as a criminal investigator, I had developed many occupational habits. When it came to human nature, we always considered the worst because we had seen too much darkness.
However, the reason we had not been assimilated was precisely because there were those who were steadfast and fearless, willing to face death head-on. Sometimes, I found myself frustrated with this profession, wishing to see more light. But more often than not, I loved this job because if we could push darkness an inch toward light, then an inch more people would see that light; if we could push it a foot, then even more would benefit.
So I loved this profession; I loved them.
In the police car, I took a few deep breaths to calm myself as much as possible. Dezi reassured everyone, saying, "Actually, AIDS isn't that easy to contract. It's fine; there's no need to worry."
"When can we find out if someone has AIDS?" I asked slowly.
Juan Juan's expression was serious as she tended to the wound on Yan Junde's foot. She said, "After HIV infection, there is a window period of about two weeks to eight weeks during which it cannot be detected. The earliest you can check is after two weeks; however, I need to first check this syringe to see if there's any activity from the AIDS virus!"
"AIDS doesn't survive long in air and at room temperature," Juan Juan explained carefully with a furrowed brow. "If the activity of AIDS here is insufficient, then there is a high possibility that one won't contract it. AIDS doesn't last long in air and at room temperature; it might already be inactive."
"But as a forensic doctor and also a physician, I can't irresponsibly say that I'm certain Yan Junde hasn't contracted it..." Juan Juan's voice grew quieter.
The atmosphere in the car instantly dropped to freezing point; forensic doctors must be rigorous—that is the most basic requirement. At that moment, Mary was tightly gripping Dezi's hand, holding on for dear life. Yet Dezi burst into laughter: "It's fine! The incubation period for AIDS seems quite long—between five to ten years falls under the asymptomatic phase! If I'm lucky, that means I can live like a normal person for at least another ten years."
"I'm twenty-five this year; in ten years I'll be thirty-five," Yan Junde said nonchalantly. "At thirty-five, if we're talking about armed police officers, I'd be nearing retirement. It's fine; I've never had many wishes in life; my only wish has already been fulfilled. Even if I die, I can go down and tell my father that I was a good police officer and didn't disgrace him."
Dezi usually wasn't one for jokes; he wasn't an extroverted person. But under these circumstances, his deliberate attempt at humor was understood by us all. Dezi didn't want us to feel too heavy-hearted; but how could we not? Even if one could live ten more years as a normal person, thirty-five is still prime age—a time when one can achieve great things—it's just the beginning of life.
At that moment, I felt an overwhelming desire to drink Han Youliang's blood, peel his skin off, and consume his flesh. But my rational mind told me that such thoughts were impossible. Earlier, I had seen bystanders filming with their phones; likely the video of me hitting Han Youliang had already made its way online. However, at this moment, I had no mind left to consider that matter. What I wanted to know most was whether the HIV in this syringe still had any activity left.
Back at the Police Department, I didn't have time to worry about Han Youliang. I instructed Detective Captain to keep him under control, and we headed straight to the lab.
Juan Juan had put on her specialized outfit, and we were isolated outside. After a few minutes, Juan Juan emerged with a heavy expression. I felt as if I could barely stand. From her face, we already knew everything. Juan Juan said, "What’s inside is indeed the blood of an HIV Patient. Although the activity is low, there is still some activity, which means Dezi still has a risk of being infected with HIV."
After a pause, Juan Juan continued, "However, Dezi won’t be able to get tested for at least two weeks."
The sky seemed to fall. Dezi's family only had his elderly mother left; what would happen if Dezi contracted HIV now? He was only twenty-five years old—what would he do? Tears streamed down Mary's face as she clutched Yan Junde's hand tightly, unwilling to let go.
Dezi heard Juan Juan's words and fell silent for a moment. Then he spoke with a smile, "Mary, Mary, I never thought you’d stop bickering with me after all this time. What’s wrong? This isn’t like you!"
"You’re such an idiot!" It was the first time I heard Mary curse, and it was also the first time I saw someone crying while cursing: "Idiot! What time is it? You can still laugh? Are you stupid? If you get infected, what am I supposed to do? Didn’t you say that if I can’t get married, you’d marry me? You can’t go back on your word!"
Hearing Mary's words, we all fell silent, including Dezi. After a long time, Dezi finally spoke up: "Yeah, I always keep my promises. But this one... I don’t think I can do it! So you better pull yourself together and try to get married before you turn thirty! At least find a boyfriend before then!"
Just then, Mary suddenly stood on her tiptoes and kissed Yan Junde on the lips.
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