Zhang Hengu has never spoken loudly, Zhang Hengu has never appeared in front of the public in the hall, Zhang Hengu has never been condescending and let so many people look at him. Under the guidance of so many people, his spirit has improved.
He was about to collapse. He slowly lifted the oil barrel and poured it on himself bit by bit.
"Don't pour it, don't!" Hu Ming stretched out her hand to stop it, but seeing Zhang Hengu's confused eyes, she stretched out her hand but did not take a step forward. When a person's spirit is in a trance, anything can happen.
It's possible to do anything. She has only been working for two years, and she doesn't want to go to hell with this old man.
Zhang Hengu grabbed his hair in pain, and his heart was already in a mess. His wife was lost, his own wife was lost, and the police told him that this matter was worse than shit. From the director to
The director told him to get lost, and the director even kicked him. In fact, Zhang Hengu could accept such a shame and humiliation, as long as the person who humiliated Zhang Hengu could help him find Zhang Momo. But all government departments ignored him.
, a reporter who always calls for justice actually waits for hot spots and advises him that this is the only way to attract the government's attention.
But when he stood on the TV tower on the eighth floor, he realized that it was easy to get up to this place, but too difficult to get down. Could he just go down without saying a word? It was easy for him to stand on this floor. How could he get there?
Can you go down?
Hearing the voices of those who were watching, Zhang Hengu really wished that he had taken an atomic bomb instead of a barrel of oil. He wanted to die together with these people who were watching and making noise.
Now, with the gasoline dripping on his body, as long as he lightly presses the lighter, everything will be over. His wife, his dignity, everything about him, can be found immediately...
All this just requires a little courage.
Thinking of the pain of working in Beijing, and of passing by the god of death again and again, in fact, death is also a very happy thing...
"Hurry up and light the fire, why are you hesitating!"
"In twenty years we will be a hero again, hurry up!"
"This kid doesn't have the guts, he's such a coward!"
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"Shut up these people!" Deputy County Magistrate Tian looked at these ordinary people angrily. He did not expect that these people were so indifferent to life.
Why do these people have no humanity at all? If they were their relatives and friends, would they still be like this?
"Tell me, what's going on? I'm waiting here." Deputy County Magistrate Tian said to Director Zhuang.
"The person upstairs who wants to self-immolate is Zhang Hengu from Dongda Village. The reason why he wants to self-immolate is because his wife was lost and the Jingxian Town Police Station did not file a case against him. The negotiator is doing his job."
Director Zhuang's dozens of words are clearly articulated and have a complete structure. They include the names of the characters, the causes and processes of the incident, and the actions he took. This is the highest level he can reach. It is estimated that if it were not for
Under the pressure of the deputy county magistrate, he would never have such a wonderful on-site composition.
Director Zhuang said these words very well. It is impossible to explain such a complicated situation in 30 seconds. We can only use the subject, predicate, object and tense to supplement it. Of course, set up some suspense.
Waiting for the county magistrate to ask, so that he can explain it calmly. In this answer, he not only puts the work he has already done - asking negotiators to communicate - in front of the county magistrate, but also incidentally puts it in front of the county magistrate.
The responsibility for the incident was thrown to the Jingxian Town Police Chief. No matter whether it was good or bad, as long as he was fine, everything would be fine. As for the unlucky Chief, let's repay him someday when I have the opportunity.
As expected, Director Zhuang was not surprised. Deputy County Magistrate Tian immediately asked: "Why not file a case?"
Now the director of the Jingxian Town Police Station stood aside with a grimace. When he heard Deputy County Magistrate Tian ask this question, he leaned forward without daring to speak. Director Zhuang stretched out his hand to pull him over and said, "Speak quickly.
County Magistrate Tian asked you, why didn’t you file a case?”
The director raised his head in shock and glanced at Zhang Hengu above, then lowered his voice and said, "His wife is Zhang Momo."
Zhang Hengu’s wife Zhang Momo is not Teacher Sora Aoi or Teacher Lan Muto. Of course, Deputy County Magistrate Tian has never heard of this name. Deputy County Magistrate Tian looked at the director with an unusual look and thought.
I wonder if this guy’s brain is screwed. What does the name of Zhang Hengu’s wife have to do with me? It seems that the director of this guy has really finished his work and will just retire him.
When the director saw the deputy county magistrate's gaze, he realized that what he said was complete nonsense, and quickly added: "Zhang Hengu's wife is the woman who was picked up by the Ministry of National Security."
silence.
Deputy County Magistrate Tian lowered his head and took a puff of cigarette. Time passed by minute by second, and the sun had risen very high. His figure was reflected on the ground, looking a little bloated. The secretary said in time: "
It is true that people from the Ministry of National Security came here some time ago, but they said it was a state secret and the county government had no idea what they were doing."
Tian Shouren raised his head and looked at Zhang Hengu above him. After a long time, he said: "Let him fend for himself." After that, he walked away without looking back.
What does it mean to fend for oneself and perish by oneself? This is profound to say, but the literal meaning is quite simple. To put it simply, there is no instruction on how to deal with leader Zhang Hengu.
Director Zhuang looked at the political commissar and said nothing.
The political commissar looked at the deputy director and said nothing.
The deputy director looked at the section chief to see if he had anything to say.
The unit chief looked at the director of Chengguan Police Station and said nothing.
The director looked back and saw that there were more than a dozen close police officers beside him, all looking eagerly at the leader, waiting for his orders.
The director looked at the faces of leaders at all levels one by one and found that the current leaders looked at their noses and mouths, just like Bodhisattvas in temples. It was impossible to see any expressions.
He thought for a long time and finally understood what the leader meant, and said to his subordinates: "The leader said, let him fend for himself."
A group of policemen stared at each other. After waiting for a while and seeing that no orders were given from leaders at all levels, they packed up their belongings and got out of the crowd. It was time to get off work.
Hu Ming is still making her last effort.
Her attack on Zhang Hengu just now had actually played a certain role. If the crowd hadn't been booing, Zhang Hengu might have followed her downstairs. He saw that although Zhang Hengu's eyes were blurred and his expression was weak, he still
He hasn't raised the lighter yet, which shows that Zhang Hengu still has a glimmer of hope in his heart. Thinking of this, Hu Ming said to Zhang Hengu: "I know that death is a kind of relief. After death, people will have no pain or worries.
There is no self-esteem, and of course, there is no responsibility. If Zhang Momo comes back, you don’t have to worry about her, whether she can eat or sleep well..."
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