那是两年前的深秋时节,一个细雨纷飞的傍晚,交警队值班室的大门突然被“嘭”的一声推开。一个面目猥琐,浑身上下粘满泥浆,脸上还挂着几许伤痕的老年男人走了进来。一进门,他就开始大声吆喝起来:“我要报警,我被人撞了还被打伤了。”坐在我旁边的同事一见他,便乐呵呵的站了起来问道:“老梁,又来了,今天这是怎么了啊?” It was two years ago in the late autumn season, a drizzle in the evening, traffic police team duty room door was suddenly “” A face insignificant, covered with mud covered up and down, his face still wearing a few scars of older men came in. As soon as he entered the door, he began to shout aloud: “I want to report to the police, I was hit and was wounded. ” Sitting next to my colleagues saw him, he stood up merrily and asked: “Old beam, again, what happened today?”