My name is Cheng Shengyu. That year, when I was eight years old, I saw my brother holding a bag of something like flour in his hand. I asked him, brother, what is this? He said, "Sister, this is good stuff. Come and try it with your brother."
But I knew that it was not ordinary flour. I heard from the teacher that it was drugs.
"I swear that I voluntarily become a public police officer to contribute to the people and the country."
"Sorry, you failed the political review because three generations of your ancestors have made mistakes."
"Hello, little brother, my name is Yan Zhisheng. Have you encountered any difficulties?"
After that day, I was beaten because I disobeyed my brother. He forced me to take drugs, but I refused to do so. I ran away. After wandering outside for a few years, I changed my ID card and started dressing up as a man, because only in this way would they not be able to recognize me.
Although I come from a drug-criminal family, I have a dream, which is to be a glorious people's policeman and catch them all.
Salute to the martyr Cheng Shengyu.
Purpose: Remember the unknown martyrs, Yunnan is innocent, origin is innocent