=== Chapter 4: Treat Me Like Shit (Part 2) ===

The next day.

Qingcheng, Hongteng Police Station, second-floor conference room.

A meeting on "Protecting Chen Yu and Building a Harmonious and Stable Society" was in progress.

In addition to the station's director and deputy director, the deputy director from the bureau and a filming team from the local television station were also present.

In the face of such a grand occasion, Chen Yu appeared uneasy and shyly flipped off everyone.

"So... are these the only medical examination reports for Chen Yu?" The deputy bureau chief, with a bulging belly, finished reading the documents in his hand and placed them on the table, looking around. "In other words, we can now confirm that Chen Yu died from murder or accident."

"Yes." The deputy director nodded. "We also investigated the deceased's social relationships and confirmed that there were no enemies or debts. It can be inferred that accidental death is more likely."

"But I saw... it seems that Chen Yu has a history of anger issues." The deputy bureau chief furrowed his brows as he reopened the file.

"If you had tubes stuck in both your upper and lower orifices for a day, you would be damn angry too," Chen Yu sat in the corner, muttering.

Deputy director: "..."

Station director: "..."

Male and female police officers: "..."

Deputy bureau chief: "...Indeed, quite temperamental."

"Cough." The deputy bureau chief cleared his throat, put down the documents, took a sip of tea, and remained silent for a while before speaking, "The deceased had a history of anger issues, so we cannot rule out the possibility of suicide. Besides the necessary protection, we should also take care of his mental health."

"Alright." The deputy director nodded. "The station will arrange for a psychologist."

"Yes. We must be vigilant and protect the safety of the people with enthusiasm, determination, patience, sincerity, and determination!" The deputy bureau chief stood up straight, his face serious. "Although Chen Yu has not yet suffered any accidents, we cannot underestimate, neglect, or disregard this matter. As the police, our duty is not only to fight crime and protect public safety but also to prevent crime and keep danger away from the people from the very beginning!"

"Great!" The station director, who had been silent for a long time, immediately shouted out and enthusiastically applauded, standing up.

The people in the conference room quickly followed suit and applauded.

The media cameras were focused on the deputy bureau chief, capturing the moment with vigorous snapping, almost accompanied by a matching background music.

The meeting concluded.

The deputy bureau chief came over and shook hands with Chen Yu before leaving with the station director.

To ensure Chen Yu's safety, the deputy director also expelled the local television station media who wanted to interview.

In the spacious conference room, only Chen Yu, the deputy director, and the male and female police officers remained.

"This incident today will definitely make the news, right?" Chen Yu asked.

"Want to become famous?" The policewoman focused on organizing the documents. "Don't worry, it will be broadcast tonight."

"Bullshit!" Chen Yu impatiently stood up, hands on hips, and paced around the conference table. "So now everyone knows that I'm a [corpse]?"

The policewoman ignored Chen Yu and turned to the deputy director. "Director, will Chen Yu be staying at the station tonight?"

"You're treating me like shit." Chen Yu was on the verge of tears. "Just let me go."

He had a premonition that if he continued to be "controlled" by these people, something terrible might happen...

"No, you can't leave the police station until you're out of danger. The orders from above have arrived, and colleagues from the provincial criminal investigation department will come this afternoon. Cooperate properly," the deputy director said expressionlessly.

"In your eyes, am I destined to be a [corpse]? What's the point of all this fuss?" Chen Yu exclaimed.

"The future can also be changed. What's with your attitude?" The policewoman was displeased. "Our station and the bureau have invested so much manpower, resources, and effort just to save you. Yet you're becoming more and more impatient."

"It's not that I'm impatient, it's..." Chen Yu struggled to express his frustration. "How about this, you let me go home, and I'll stay there obediently. I guarantee that the [corpse] on my head will be gone in a few days."

"I'm afraid that in a few days, this 'person' of yours will be gone," the deputy director replied before getting up and leaving. "It's safer to stay at the station."

Chen Yu: "..."

The conference room fell silent.

Apart from the sound of the policewoman flipping through documents, you could hear a pin drop.

As for the young male police officer who had initially detained Chen Yu, he had fallen asleep long ago, huddled in his chair, snoring softly.

Last night, he had been on duty watching over Chen Yu the whole night. He was exhausted.

"..."

"Well, fine."

Letting out a heavy sigh, Chen Yu sat weakly in the chair.

He knew that everything the station was doing, apart from pursuing "political achievements," was indeed fulfilling their responsibility to protect citizens.

But he didn't need protection at all, did he?

The "title" on his head was fake...

"When can I leave?" After a moment of silence, Chen Yu asked again.

"When the [corpse] on your head disappears," the policewoman replied without lifting her head.

"Just change the title then," Chen Yu calculated the dates.

His "title" changed every month.

The last change from the "[Foul-Smelling Corpse]" to just "[Corpse]" was on the 16th of last month.

"Four more days."

"...Damn it."

Gritting his teeth, Chen Yu held a grudge against his neighbor who reported him.

He decided that when he returned, he would definitely make the other person a "[corpse]."

"But..."

With a furrowed brow, Chen Yu fell into contemplation.

What would the "title" on his head change to in four days?

From the initial "[Germs]," "[Ant]," "[Worse than garbage]"...

To the current "[Corpse]."

The pattern was clear.

It was getting better with each passing month.

Therefore, he speculated that in four days, when the title changed again, he would at least be a "living being."

"Most likely [Disabled] or [Paralyzed]."

"If it's really one of these two..."

With this thought, Chen Yu suddenly asked, "If it doesn't involve loss of life, you wouldn't be so concerned, right?"

"Correct." The policewoman didn't turn her head. "When there's a loss of life, it becomes a major case."

"Understood." Chen Yu felt relieved, his whole being relaxed.

"So, I'll endure for another four days."

"When I go back, I'll make sure I rip out your prostate." Chen Yu thought of his neighbor next door and clenched his teeth in anger, secretly determined.

He had endured for over half a year. It was clear that as long as he stayed at home for a few more days and waited for the "title" on his head to change, he could go out and live a normal life...

"What are you muttering?" The policewoman looked up, her tone serious. "I'm warning you, you can't harm the person who reported you."

"Is killing allowed?" Chen Yu asked.

"You really don't know what's good for you." The policewoman frowned and gave him a stern look.

...

In the afternoon, at the Hongteng Police Station.

After being questioned by the detectives from the provincial criminal investigation department, Chen Yu finally had some free time.

However, this free time lasted only half an hour before the psychologist responsible for emotional counseling arrived.

The interrogation room was vacated, and it was arranged for Chen Yu and the psychologist to have a private conversation.

"This is a nice environment." The psychologist, wearing a white coat with his hands in his pockets, naturally sat in the interrogation chair, sporting the title of "[Highly acclaimed chief psychiatrist]."

"That's my spot," Chen Yu spoke up.

"Oh, okay. You sit then."

Chen Yu sat down on the "regret chair" and glanced at the psychologist's title of "[Chief Psychiatrist]." He sighed and said, "I'm actually not sick. Let's just chat casually."

Upon hearing this, the initially relaxed psychologist was taken aback, then immediately became serious. He took out a small notebook and sat across from Chen Yu.

Chen Yu: "..."

Psychologist: "..."

Chen Yu: "I'm not sick, okay?"

"Mhmm," the psychologist nodded solemnly.

As Chen Yu watched the psychologist diligently jotting down notes with his right hand, he felt inexplicably annoyed. He slammed the table abruptly and exclaimed, "I'm not sick, damn it!"

"Mhmm," the psychologist's expression grew even more serious.

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