Bending the Law for Personal Gain (1)

The middle-aged policeman pulled the only chair in the ward, sat down with an imposing air, and went through the normal procedure, roughly asking for name, gender, age, home address... and the course of events.

Qin Ze recounted the course of events in detail, while Qin Baobao gritted her teeth in anger. The middle-aged couple kept clamoring, but the middle-aged policeman didn't stop them. After Qin Ze finished speaking intermittently, he waved his hand, signaling for silence.

"This matter is obvious. Young people fighting is a civil case, not a criminal one," the middle-aged policeman said calmly as he sorted out the documents. "It's best if both parties can resolve it privately. Our police station is responsible for coordinating. Pay the money that needs to be paid, and cover the medical expenses that need to be covered. If it blows up, both parties will be responsible and will bear criminal responsibility."

Old Man frowned, but didn't speak. He knew a little about legal knowledge. These days, unless you specialize in law, who can figure out the messy rules and regulations? Just take the self-defense clause, even the judges themselves can't figure it out.

Would Qin Ze's case be considered self-defense or excessive defense?

Therefore, getting some compensation was not unacceptable.

Who knew, the middle-aged policeman said to Old Man, "Let's not talk about compensation for now. First, go and settle the injured party's hospitalization and medical expenses."

The woman was prepared and immediately handed over a bill, bossily saying, "This is the 5,000 yuan that the hospital asked us to prepay. You transfer this money to me first, and you can pay for my son's medical expenses next time. By the way, Alipay or WeChat?"

"Alipay your sister," Qin Baobao cursed directly, she was about to explode with anger.

Old Man's face darkened, "Police comrade, what do you mean by this?"

His son was stabbed, but they were being asked to bear the assailant's medical expenses?

The middle-aged policeman frowned, "What do you mean? Your son injured someone, and he has to bear criminal responsibility. Do you want him to be locked up in prison at such a young age? I'm thinking for your own good."

"Thank you so much," Qin Baobao sneered, "How are you coordinating this? The other party committed assault and is not guilty? My brother is the victim."

"That's not up to you to decide. You're a family member, of course you're biased towards your own brother," the middle-aged policeman said righteously.

The middle-aged couple echoed, "You say your brother is the victim, and he is? Do you have evidence? Show us the evidence. My son was also beaten by him. I'm telling you, a fractured nose is a minor injury. If you don't pay, fine, we'll arrest your brother and lock him up in the station."

Qin Baobao said loudly, "There's surveillance at the entrance of the internet cafe. Why aren't you policemen looking at the surveillance?"

"It's not your place to tell the police how to handle a case," the middle-aged policeman was angry, his voice carrying a hint of warning, "If you accept mediation, then quickly pay the medical expenses. If you don't pay, then wait to be locked up in the station. It's up to you to decide."

"Look at this dead girl, she looks so seductive, she's obviously not a good girl. No wonder she raised a bad seed who beats people. Brother, quickly lock her brother up in the station," the middle-aged woman incited.

"You try it," Qin Baobao said fiercely, like a little hen on full alert, ready to fight to the death if a weasel dared to come.

Old Man's face was filled with anger, "Police comrade, we don't accept this kind of mediation. Let's see each other in court."

As soon as Qin Ze saw Old Man's expression, he knew he was really angry.

Old Man was indeed furious. This policeman was obviously biased, pretending to take notes, not even asking about the matter clearly, and directly "convicting" Qin Ze, making him pay money.

Qin Ze felt that if he could move, he would have already rolled up his sleeves to hit someone. The middle-aged policeman in front of him was obviously a relative of that middle-aged couple, a connected person, using his identity as a policeman to distort the truth. He kept talking about detaining him. An ordinary person would really be intimidated. The common people can't fight with officials, because they control resources and power. If they say you're black, you're black, even if you're white.

He was stabbed for no reason, and Old Man had to pay for the assailant's medical expenses.

Qin Ze took a deep breath, "Police comrade, you are their relative, aren't you?"

The middle-aged policeman snorted, which was considered a default.

Qin Ze threatened, "Don't think being a policeman is so great, we can definitely report you."

Before the middle-aged policeman could speak, his sister sneered, "Go ahead, it's not like anyone is stopping you."

Qin Baobao gritted her teeth in anger.

Old Man kept a sullen face and didn't speak.

Qin Ze said calmly, "Your nephew provoked trouble and stabbed me, but as a people's police officer, can you live up to your conscience?"

"Conscience

There are plenty of people who petition higher authorities; how many succeed?