Gu Changjun was handed over to the criminal police detachment for interrogation. The leaders drove away one after another and went to the hospital to visit Ma Guoqing, who was injured on the job. Before leaving, Song Jianfeng said with a smile: "Relax, everyone. Although it is a murder and shooting case, there are no police officers and innocent people."
There were no casualties among the people, no guns were thrown, and the case was not as complicated as imagined. We must keep our spirits up, solve the case as soon as possible, and bring peace to the people."
Everyone breathed a sigh of relief. The leader is far-sighted.
The Huahuo office and police station were responsible for cleaning up the scene, convening an overnight meeting of public security activists to convey the spirit of the superiors, and calling on the activists to go deep into the masses to refute the rumors. This was just a public security case of fighting. Do not believe rumors and spread rumors to create panic.
Bao Yumei, the tenant mother, was the first to respond. If someone died in her building, it would be difficult to rent out the house, and her economic income would be greatly affected. Naturally, she actively responded to the organization's call. The rest of the people were also retired party members and cadres with nothing to do.
Activists, what the organization says, they resolutely implement without hesitation.
In No. 108 Tiezha Street, the bullet heads on the wall were dug out, the bullet marks were patched up with cement, and the blood stains had long been cleaned away, but the work was a bit rough, and it is not ruled out that there is still a little bit of brains on the ceiling.
, Fortunately, there are not many residents, so the impact is not big, and the people on this street are used to being beaten and killed, so it is not difficult to appease the people.
There was a cordon at the entrance of the hospital, and residents who returned late were not allowed to enter. Sister Zhang took her children to a relative's house. Xiaoli and Xiaohong simply slept in the shampoo room. The mahjong players went back to their homes. Zhu Xiaoqiang carried
He came back with an umbrella. It was raining today. He took the umbrella to pick up the goddess from school. Unexpectedly, the goddess was picked up by an Audi. At this time, he was blocked by the police. He could not help but feel sad and angry, but he did not dare to say anything.
, I went to the Jiekou Dihao Internet Cafe for a night out.
The leaders came to the Affiliated Hospital of the Medical University. The bullet in Ma Guoqing's abdomen had been removed. He had not yet woken up from the anesthesia for surgery. He was transferred to the inpatient department. The ward was overcrowded and he could only temporarily sleep on an extra bed in the corridor.
Ma Guoqing's lover has already arrived. She is a retired conductor from the bus company. She has a loud voice honed by her professional habits. When she saw the high-ranking police officer in a white shirt arriving, she immediately rushed up and cried, complaining about our elders.
Ma Weigong's family has been through life and death, and he doesn't even have a formal bed. The leader has to make the decision for us.
Song Jianfeng immediately gave instructions, instructing the city bureau office to coordinate with the hospital to try to get Ma Guoqing admitted to the ward tonight. He held Ma Guoqing's wife's hand and said: "Sister-in-law, don't worry, there is an organization here. Old Ma is a hero. We are here."
Everyone must learn from him.”
Only then did Sister-in-law Ma stop crying.
A girl with a ponytail came out of the bathroom carrying dishes and chopsticks. When she saw the provincial, municipal and bureau leaders arriving, she pulled out a 54 pistol from her waist and twirled it on her fingers. The hair of the entourage stood up in shock.
When I got up, I just had to shout: Protect the leader.
Song Jianfeng smiled and said: "You must be Ma Ling, you are really a tiger father and a dogless daughter."
Ma Ling held the barrel of the gun and pointed the handle at Song Jianfeng: "My dad's gun is here for you."
Song Jianfeng took the pistol and skillfully checked that there was no remaining ammunition in the barrel. Then he handed it to the attaché and said, "Comrade Xiao Ma, our public security agency needs your cooperation to answer some questions and make a record. Do you have time?"
Ma Ling said cheerfully: "Okay."
Song Jianfeng looked at the watch on his wrist. It was a Huaijiang brand three-hand watch with a thick size from the 1980s. The second-hand price on Taobao was no more than fifty yuan.
"It's getting late, so we won't interfere with Lao Ma's rest. If there are any difficulties, report to the organization in time. By the way, two young comrades are left to take care of Lao Ma. It's not convenient for a girl to take care of her father."
"Yes, make arrangements immediately." The attendants nodded.
Song Jianfeng returned to the office of the Provincial Public Security Department and held a case discussion meeting overnight. He was the head of the provincial department and was supposed to be responsible for the overall work. There was no need to personally intervene in this kind of case, but he was keenly aware that this case could be dug deeper.
If Changjun starts to dig out the poisonous roots of Shifeng Group, he may gain a lot.
There is a key witness that must be found, and that is Liu Handong.
…
In the early morning at the Jiangbei Railway freight marshalling station, Liu Handong jumped off a coal train and walked along the railway. After walking for a long time, he saw the city. He took a bus into the city and got off at an old residential area.
Looking at the familiar environment, the feeling of going home arises spontaneously.
There were several breakfast stalls at the entrance of the community. Liu Handong bought a portion of soy milk and fried dough sticks and wolfed it down. Before he finished, the city management came. The stall owner hurriedly put away his belongings. Liu Handong helped him put the small stool on the three-wheeler and watched.
The stall owners left in a hurry and walked into the gate of the community.
The Binhe community was built in the early 1990s. Now it is very old and dilapidated. There are garbage everywhere, family cars parked on the roadside, and overgrown weeds in the green belt. Liu Handong came to a building at the end of the community and knocked on Unit 101 of the second unit.
door.
The security door opened, and a cheerful old man stood inside.
"Xiaodong, you're back." The old man said.
"Well, grandpa, I'm back." Liu Handong entered the door. The furnishings in the house were still the same. On the wall were photos of his grandpa when he was young, the 55th-style military uniform, the second-class Liberation Medal, and the rank of Army Lieutenant Colonel. Next to him was his grandma, who was also
He is wearing a military uniform with the rank of captain and the symbols of a medical corpsman.
"Have you eaten? Grandpa will make some noodles for you." The old man lives alone and has a strong body.
"Eat, have breakfast at the gate of the community. Grandpa, don't be busy." Liu Handong replied. He was brought up by his grandfather since he was a child. The person closest to him is his grandfather. This house carries his childhood, childhood and youth.
Almost all memories from that period show that he learned to swim, ride a bike, box, and shoot a slingshot from his grandfather. His grandfather would even help him make a match gun.
The old man said: "Xiaodong, what happened?"
Liu Handong said: "How did you know something happened?"
The old man said: "Boy, your grandfather is in his nineties. He has never seen anything. Tell me, how much trouble has he caused?"
Liu Handong said: "I didn't cause trouble, I just fought back." He sat down and recounted what happened in the past few days.
The old man thought for a moment and said, "What are you going to do?"
Liu Handong said: "Let's wait and see. If there is no transfer, we will have no choice but to go to Myanmar and hide."
The old man said in a serious tone: "What are you hiding from? You are not a criminal!"
Liu Handong said: "Grandpa, it's not uncommon for real criminals to go free and innocent bystanders to be unjustly imprisoned for more than ten years."
The old man said: "Xiaodong, the situation you mentioned does exist, but you are different from them. You can find enough evidence to prove your innocence. You protected the daughter of the Xia family, and they will help you. If you escape
Instead, it gave them a reason to frame you."
Liu Handong said: "Then what should I do now? Surrender yourself?"
The old man said: "You have not committed any crime and have committed no crime. You must cooperate with the police investigation."
Liu Handong was silent for a while and said, "I want to go see my mother first."
The old man said: "First help Grandpa water the flowers and calm down."
…
Half an hour later, Liu Handong arrived at the dormitory of the Coal Machinery Factory on Boai Road. It was a tube building from the 1970s. The red bricks on the exterior walls were peeling off and the water pipes were rusty. He went up to the fourth floor, took out the key and opened the door.
The rooms in the living room are full of things. The TV is still an old-fashioned 21-inch flat-screen Changhong color TV set with a right angle. The green paint on the refrigerator door has fallen off. There are advertising paintings from the 1990s on the mirror of the large wardrobe. The balcony
Dry clothes all over.
Liu Handong sat down on the shabby sofa and felt the elasticity of the spring. When he was a child, he often sat on it to do homework. The coffee table was still the same as before, and the glass was scratched.
There was a rustling sound outside the door. Someone took out the key to open the door. The simple security door opened. A middle-aged bald and short fat man wearing an old camouflage uniform stood at the door. When he saw Liu Handong, he hurriedly put down the vegetable basket in his hand and said: "Don
Dong is back. Have you eaten? I'll buy you steamed buns."
"No trouble, where is my mother?" Liu Handong said.
This man was his stepfather and a comrade-in-arms of his biological father. His father died in the Vietnam battlefield, but he came back intact and married his mother.
Liu Handong despised him and was unwilling to talk to him unless he had to.
"Your mother has gone out to sell fish at the morning market. Business is good." Stepfather said, walking into the narrow kitchen and taking out a pack of noodles. "I'll give you some egg noodles."
"I won't eat it," Liu Handong said, and walked away in a hurry.
There is a farmer's market near his home, with all kinds of fresh vegetables, meat, poultry, eggs, and fish under the greenhouse, bustling with people, and sewage flowing on the ground. Liu Handong stood quietly in the corner, looking at the fresh fish stall, and his mother skillfully fished out a lively fish from the basin.
The fish was thrown on the board, the scales were removed, and the swim bladder was taken out.
Liu Handong felt his nose was a little sore, and his mother's temples were already gray. She got up early and stayed late every day to run a small business, just to save money to buy a house for herself and get married. She was already in her twenties and didn't even have a job. How could she be embarrassed?
When her mother saw Liu Handong, she asked her colleagues to look after the stall for her, took off her gloves and came over happily: "Dongdong, when did you arrive? Have you eaten? Mom will give you money to buy McDonald's."
As he spoke, he took out a handful of change that smelled like fish from his pocket.
"Mom, I've eaten. I just came back to see if there's nothing wrong." Liu Handong said.
"Dongdong, have you found a job?" This is the question that my mother is most concerned about.
"I've found it. I'm driving for someone, it's a public institution." Liu Handong lowered his head. This was the first time he had lied as an adult.
"The public institution is good, the harvest is guaranteed despite droughts and floods, you work hard, you have a bit of a wink, you flatter the leader, and strive to become a full-time employee." My mother was very happy and asked again: "What is the name of the unit?"
"Called..." Liu Handong was speechless for a moment.
"The vocational and technical college under the Omi Transportation Bureau drives buses for schools. It's definitely a good job. Sister, think about it. The Transportation Bureau is such a fat unit. The monthly benefits alone are thousands. How can the subordinate units be inferior?" A man said from
He came over from behind and said with a smile.
"It's a school under the Transportation Bureau. This job is great. You have to work hard, Dongdong. Who is this?" Mom was extremely happy.
"Oh, I am Liu Handong's colleague. My name is Han Guang, from the logistics department of the college." The man introduced himself, turned to Liu Handong and said: "Today I brought a car to Jiangbei to pick up the students, and by the way, I sent Xiao Liu home.
have a look."
Liu Handong nodded.
Mom said, "Oh, I have business. Don't delay. I've already read it. Go and do your work." Then she counted three big red bills in her pocket and stuffed them into Liu Handong's pocket.
"Mom, I'm leaving then." Liu Handong followed Han Guang out of the farmer's market. He turned around and saw that his mother was still waving to him at the door.
"Thank you." Liu Handong said.
Han Guang took out his ID: "Jiangbei City Public Security Bureau Criminal Police Brigade 2, Han Guang."