Since the clothes matched, the body was probably that of Pan Lao, and the atmosphere suddenly became sad. Everyone expressed their condolences to Mrs. Zheng and asked her to bear with her.
Mrs. Zheng did not lose her composure. She took out a tissue and wiped the corners of her eyes and said that she should inform Lao Zheng and ask him to come back to deal with the funeral arrangements.
Song Jianfeng said: "Sister-in-law, it is better to be cautious and do a DNA test to make a final determination."
Mrs. Zheng nodded: "The test needs to be done, but Lao Zheng and the children are abroad. Let's do it in two steps. Set up a funeral committee first, extract DNA samples, and wait for Lao Zheng to come back for comparison. There is also a certain
To trace the perpetrators, my mother-in-law dedicated her life to the revolution, and it is unacceptable to die in this way."
Officer Wang immediately stated: "The traffic police have launched an investigation and the results will be available soon."
Mrs. Zheng wiped the tears from the corners of her eyes again and sighed: "It's a relief to be gone..."
Mr. Pan's organizational connections were still with the Jiangdong Provincial Committee, and he didn't have many relatives and friends in Beijing. Mrs. Zheng was too sad and had limited energy to handle the funeral, so she left everything to Song Jianfeng.
Zheng Jeff, who was attending the World Energy Forum in Copenhagen, received the news of his mother's death and did not rush back immediately because the conference was about to close in one day and he had an important speech at the closing ceremony that he could not miss.
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Liu Handong decided to send Old Mrs. Pan back. The later the matter was delayed, the worse it would be. He would set off after lunch and return to the provincial capital first. The old lady was confused and sober. When she was confused, she didn’t recognize anyone. When she was sober, she didn’t know anyone.
They had to drag Liu Xiaoyong with them, so they had no choice but to pull them all back to Omi in one car.
On the way, Liu Handong remembered Uncle Nie's whereabouts. Wang Yulan curled her lips and said, "The old man asked me to send him away and gave him fifty yuan."
Liu Handong was extremely angry, but he could only go back and look for Uncle Nie.
It was already afternoon when he returned to the provincial capital. After settling his family in Huanghua Community, Liu Handong drove to pick up Shu Fan from school. On the way, he said that he wanted to take a few days off. She Xiaoqing immediately changed his face and said, "What else can you do? If you can't do it, then resign."
"That's what you said, then I really resign." As soon as Liu Handong said this, She Xiaoqing backed down, complained a lot, and was granted three days' personal leave.
If it was a problem to find Mrs. Pan's family, Liu Handong chose the simplest and most effective way to report it to the police. Of course, he would not call 110 directly, but would contact Shen Hongyi, deputy director of the Omi City Public Security Bureau, through his connections.
Not everyone knows the mobile phone number of the police chief, so he first found Song Xinxin. Based on his sixth sense, he concluded that Forensic Song and Shen Hongyi had a good relationship. However, Forensic Song obviously didn't think so.
It took a lot of talking before I agreed to inform him.
Shen Hongyi received a call from his old leader and asked him to find the whereabouts of Zheng Jeff's mother. Zheng is the former secretary of the provincial party committee and the current head of the National Energy Strategy Executive Committee. He is a ministerial-level official and should do his best, both in public and private affairs.
For assistance, he immediately called the Provincial Party Committee Security Bureau to inquire, but there was no clue.
Just as he was thinking about how to report to the old leader, the secretary walked in and said, "Director Shen, Forensic Doctor Song's phone number is on the second line."
Shen Hongyi hurriedly picked up extension number 2 and asked with a smile: "Dr. Song, what are your instructions?"
It is not common for superiors to speak in such a teasing tone to subordinates, especially between male superiors and female subordinates. It is more likely to arouse people's reverie, but Shen Hongyi doesn't care, he is a person who cherishes feathers, even if he retains that feeling in his heart. You won't take action and won't be caught in pigtails.
"I don't dare to instruct the leaders. I have something to report. Do you remember Liu Handong? He just called me and said that he picked up an old man, who is the mother of the former provincial party committee secretary..."
Shen Hongyi stood up suddenly, unable to restrain his excitement. He was a party member and an atheist, but at this moment he suddenly began to believe in fate, and Liu Handong was a noble man in his career, and he had verified this fact more than once.
"Where is the person?" Shen Hongyi asked, suppressing his excitement.
Song Xinxin said I don’t know either, I’ll give you Liu Handong’s number and you can contact him yourself.
After getting the number, Shen Hongyi immediately dialed Liu Handong's mobile phone number in person, but the line was busy no matter how many calls he made. This happened several times in a row. He simply told his secretary: "Get me Ma Guoqing from the Huahuo Police Station."
The secretary immediately called the police station. Ma Guoqing happened to be on duty at the police station. When he heard that Deputy Director Shen was looking for him, his heart skipped a beat and he picked up the phone tremblingly.
"Lao Ma, ask your son-in-law to call me back right away." Deputy Director Shen has always been resolute and resolute, never saying anything twice.
"Yes!" Ma Guoqing agreed, and the other party had already hung up the phone.
Ma Guoqing was very worried. Liu Handong was probably in trouble again. Wang Yulan had been mysteriously absent from home for the past two days. Maybe it was related to this matter. It was a blessing, not a curse, but a curse that could not be avoided. He sighed and started to call his daughter's mobile phone. The line was busy twice and got through the third time.
"Ling'er, what happened? The police chief is here." Ma Guoqing asked with force.
"Dad, don't worry, it's a good thing. Liu Handong picked up a grandma who is the God of Wealth. My mother and I are here these days."
"I don't care whether you picked up the Stove King or the God of Wealth. Hurry up and ask Liu Handong to call Director Shen. The number is..." After Ma Guoqing made the call, he took out his cigarette, lit it, and took a few puffs to calm himself down.
The phone in front of Shen Hongyi finally rang. He grabbed the phone and said firmly and forcefully: "Hello, I am Shen Hongyi."
"Director Shen, what are the arrangements for tomorrow's meeting?" It was a call from the office.
"Let's talk later, I'm waiting for an important call." Shen Hongyi pressed the hook.
Then the phone rang again, this time it was Liu Handong. Shen Hongyi asked Mrs. Pan where she was and immediately went to Huanghua Community in person.
The next thing went smoothly. Shen Hongyi met Mrs. Pan and immediately called Song Jianfeng to report after confirming that everything was correct. Song Jianfeng was very prudent and would not publicize the news of Mrs. Pan's death before the DNA comparison test report came out. As he expected, the deceased in the car accident was not Mr. Pan. The real Mr. Pan was in Omi.
"Xiao Shen, it's too late today, so don't disturb the old man's rest. Tomorrow you will personally escort Mr. Pan to Beijing. That's it. By the way, I would like to thank you on behalf of Director Zheng and his family."
Putting down the phone, Song Jianfeng immediately informed Mrs. Zheng that the background sound on the phone was cheerful piano music, which did not smell sad at all. Mrs. Zheng was also very calm. After confirming again and again, she smiled lightly and said: "Haha, it turned out to be a mistake. The funeral committee should stop immediately." Drop it, don't let people see the Zheng family's jokes."
"Sister-in-law, please inform Director Zheng." Song Jianfeng said.
"It's three o'clock in the afternoon in Copenhagen. Lao Zheng should be in a meeting. You can inform him later. I won't make any calls." Mrs. Zheng hung up the phone after saying that. She didn't ask about her mother-in-law's health or anything else. It's time to return to Beijing.
Song Jianfeng felt uncomfortable in his heart. Human relationships were cold and warm, and the world was hot and cold. It was not only happening in the homes of ordinary people in the city.
Guessing that Director Song's meeting was almost over, Song Jianfeng started to make phone calls. Zheng Jeff was in a meeting abroad. Official communications were all through the embassy's confidential radio station, and only for personal matters were mobile phones. When calling, he turned off the phone, and then called other members of the accompanying delegation. I received a phone call and learned that Director Zheng had taken a Turkish Airlines flight to return home early, and even the report had to be spoken on his behalf.
He was on the plane and his mobile phone was turned off. No matter how capable Song Jianfeng was, he couldn't contact Zheng Jeff, so he just waited for him to come back.
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Early the next morning, the Toyota Coaster high-end station wagon arranged by Shen Hongyi arrived at Huanghua Community. Xu Gongtie, director of the bureau office, accompanied him and picked up Mrs. Pan and went downstairs to get in the car. Wang Yulan, Maling, Liu Handong and others followed behind with large and small luggage. , at the strong request of the old lady, centenarian Liu Xiaoyong also risked his life to accompany Junzi and went to Beijing together.
Shen Hongyi has already arranged the flight. With his status, he is not yet at the level of "vital guest", but it is not difficult to ask someone to buy a few business class seats. Mrs. Pan does not have an ID card, but her household registration is still in Omi City. The police The bureau made a temporary ID card overnight for boarding the plane. We went through the VIP channel, skipped the security check, and boarded the plane directly without queuing.
It was a clear day today and there was no airspace control. Two hours later, we arrived at the Capital International Airport smoothly. Song Jianfeng brought a car to pick him up in person, but no one from the Zheng family showed up.
Jeff Zheng and his accompanying staff took Turkish Airlines flight TK1784, which arrived in Istanbul for transfer more than three hours after taking off from Copenhagen. However, he could not tolerate waiting for nearly nine hours and asked the staff to buy the nearest ticket, but it took off two hours later. The Asiana flight had to pass through Seoul, which delayed more time, so I had to cancel it.
While waiting for the transfer in Istanbul, Zheng Jeff didn't go anywhere. He kept sitting in the hotel room reminiscing about the past. He lost his father when he was young, and it was his mother who raised him single-handedly. Since taking up a leadership position, he has neglected to care for his mother. It’s rare to go back twice a year. Even during the Mid-Autumn Festival and Spring Festival, it’s not easy to get together. I think back carefully that the last time I talked to my mother was a year ago.
Now I am a strong person. I live in an old house. The dormitory is the house that Zheng Jeff shared when he was working in the State Council. It was built in the 1970s according to Soviet drawings. It has long been in disrepair. The community is full of retired cadres. The old lady also raised dogs and cats, planted flowers and fed fish, but the mother did not have these hobbies. She suffered from Alzheimer's disease and could not remember the way home. The wife found two nannies to take care of her mother-in-law, but she did not She was willing to take care of her. Her grandchildren were studying and working abroad. The old man died alone and died in the suburbs. She must have felt deep regret when she left.
Unknowingly, Jeff Zheng shed tears.
At midnight, Zheng Jeff took another flight and arrived at Beijing Capital Airport after a nine-hour flight. It coincided with traffic control and the plane was still unable to land. The accompanying staff summoned the flight attendant and whispered a few words. After ground-air coordination, the plane carrying the dignitaries arrived. The flight landed first.
There was a special car waiting at the airport. Zheng Jeff dismissed the accompanying staff and only took the driver to the city. When he came to the familiar family compound in Xicheng District, he asked the driver to stop at the gate and walked down. The yard was lined with lush sycamore trees and red bricks.
The building depicts a lot of vicissitudes of history.
Zheng Jeff walked downstairs, took off his glasses and wiped the tears from the corners of his eyes, and slowly went upstairs. He didn't talk to his mother much when she was alive, so he had to make up for it today.
Finally arriving in front of his mother's house, Zheng Jeff took out the key and suddenly heard his mother's voice and the laughter of many people. He knew that he was hearing hallucinations and had delusions due to excessive longing.