Liu Handong picked up the urn and brought it to Huo Lianhe. He said with tears in his eyes: "Uncle, Huo Lei has gone home."
Huo Lianhe took the urn with both hands, his lips trembled, and tears fell on the box, soaking the red silk. Bao Yumei even grabbed the urn, held it in her arms and cried loudly: "My
My son, you died unjustly." She was born in a model drama troupe, with a high-pitched and penetrating voice, and her cries soared into the sky for nine days. Huo Lianhe was the soul of the Red Song Troupe, and she practiced singing revolutionary songs all year round.
She is full of anger, and her crying is majestic and majestic, not to mention giving in too much.
The couple cried with grief, and everyone also shed tears. Gengzhi quietly went out and wiped the corners of his eyes with his sleeves. The iron-blooded detective also has the feelings of ordinary people. Huo Lei's death reminded him of the sacrifice of his comrades, who also had the same white hair.
It is equally heart-breaking to give away a black-haired man. This is all the fault of drug traffickers. As an anti-drug police officer, I will fight against them in this life! I will fight to the death!
There was a roar of motorcycles, and Huo Ying rode into the yard. She took off her helmet and shook her hair, frowning. Why were her parents crying so loudly? Did they lose their money?
Huo Ying walked into the house and saw the urn in her mother's arms. Her heart trembled and she hurriedly asked: "What's wrong?"
Huo Lianhe said with great sadness: "Ying'er, your brother died."
"Sacrificed?" Huo Ying was extremely suspicious. Just as she was about to speak, Liu Handong pulled her out.
In the yard, Huo Ying asked in a low voice: "Huo Lei just called me ten minutes ago. Who is in that box?"
Liu Handong said: "Scape, your brother is behind the scenes. If you don't pretend to be dead, you have to go in. You understand, please cooperate."
Huo Ying brewed for a while and coughed twice, and then everyone heard the extremely bright soprano singing a sad voice. The tone completely overwhelmed Huo Lianhe and his wife. Huo Ying cried like pear blossoms with rain, and the branches of flowers trembled. Liu Handong
After watching it, I secretly admired his acting skills. It would be useless to become a senior extra in Hengdian.
There was such a big commotion in the Huo family. Neighbors on Tiezha Street came to look around. Familiar people came in to offer advice. When Huo Lianhe saw people, he said that my son died in the line of duty and was a martyr.
Everyone was puzzled. Who didn’t know that this son of the Huo family was a gangster? He had been naughty and mischievous since he was a child. When he grew up, he rode a motorcycle all day long through the city, got into gang fights, picked up girls, and took drugs. How could such a person become a martyr? But the courtyard
There were several policemen standing inside and a police car parked at the door, so this must be true.
An anti-narcotics police officer asked Geng Zhi: "Detachment leader, isn't this bad? Huo Lei can at best be considered a criminal and meritorious service, so how can he become a martyr?"
Geng said bluntly: "Everyone is dead, so giving a title is nothing. Don't even mention it."
Liu Handong looked at the time and said that the detachment leader still had a mission to arrest drug traffickers and avenge Huo Lei. Upon hearing this, Huo Lianhe became excited and said that you should go as soon as possible. We will hold the funeral at no cost to the public.
, as long as you catch the murderer as soon as possible and pay for my son's life.
"Master, we must catch the criminals and bring them to justice!" Geng Zhi held Huo Lianhe's hands tightly and shook them vigorously.
The police left, and the Huo family officially started the funeral. There were many relatives named Huo in Huohua Village, and weddings and weddings were held in large numbers. A funeral shed was set up in the yard of the Huo family to offer the portrait. Huo Lei was not old, but he had a higher seniority.
Everyone in the village who was in his forties or fifties had to call him uncle, so he bought a lot of linen. His relatives dressed up in linen and mourning, and smoked, drank tea and chatted in the yard. There were respected relatives who set up a table to collect the bills.
If you come to burn paper, give someone a white towel.
Friends from Huolei society came. Dozens of young people with their arms wrapped in black gauze crowded in the yard. They stayed at night to keep vigil. Huo Lianhe and his wife felt that they had more face, so they went to and fro to wait on them.
, I bought a dozen boxes of beer and four or five cartons of cigarettes. One night, the yard was filled with cigarette boxes and empty wine bottles.
Liu Handong stayed at Huo's house to help, and his eyes were red from the hard work. Huo Lianhe was very moved and even exaggerated Dong's loyalty and that he was a good person.
However, Huo Ying did not accept this and scolded Liu Handong in private: "Brother Dong, look at what you have done and what you have done to my house."
Huo Lianhe went to the cemetery to buy a grave for his son. He planned to hold the funeral in three days. His relatives and friends were notified, and the hotel and bus were booked. He was bragging about his son's heroic undercover salute with several relatives in the hall. Suddenly, outside
Some policemen came in.
"Look, the leader of the Public Security Bureau is here again." Huo Lianhe said. He picked up his cigarette case and went out to greet him. However, he found that the attitude of these policemen was not right. They neither bowed to his son's portrait nor paid the bill.
He looked businesslike with a straight face.
"Are you Huo Lei's father, Huo Lianhe?" the leading policeman asked, showing his ID, "We are from the Narcotics Control Department of the Provincial Department, and there are some things we would like to know about."
"If you have anything, just ask." Huo Lianhe said, feeling a little unhappy.
"That's it. Have you seen the body that seems to be your son's?" the policeman asked.
"No." Huo Lianhe shook his head.
"Oh, that means the relatives haven't confirmed it." The policeman nodded and exchanged glances with his colleagues.
A colleague took out a printed color photo from his bag. It showed an extremely decomposed headless corpse with dense flies crawling on it. It was so horrifying and disgusting that one dared not look directly at it.
"Take a look to see if it's your son," the policeman said.
Huo Lianhe glanced at it and replied seriously: "I can't recognize it."
"Very good, we now suspect that the body is not Huolei's," the policeman said.
Huo Lianhe's eyes lit up, "What, my son is not dead?"
"This possibility exists, so I need your cooperation, because we have extracted the DNA of the corpse, and we can tell whether he is your son by doing a paternity test. It can be done by you or your lover, just extract a little DNA sample.
"
Huo Lei was excited. It was great news that his son was not dead. He couldn't care less about the police's attitude and said hurriedly: "It's mine."
"Then you come with us." The policeman said, "It only takes half an hour to go to the Forensic Identification Center."
"Okay." Huo Lianhe agreed wholeheartedly and followed the police to the Forensic Identification Center of the Municipal Bureau. The staff extracted some mucosal tissue from his mouth.
"If he is really not my son, then where has my son gone?" Huo Lianhe asked hopefully.
"We still want to ask you." The police asked coldly.
Huo Lianhe hit a snag and felt unhappy again. The police had no intention of sending him home, so he had to take a taxi back. He happily found Bao Yumei and said, "Old Bao, I have something to tell you."
Bao Yumei said: "I also have something to ask you. I have thought about it in the past two days. Our son died in the performance of his duties for the government. I have to give an explanation. A martyr certificate is indispensable. Funeral expenses and pensions are also required."
It's not uncommon in our family. I thought about it and came up with two requirements. First, hold a decent memorial service for Huo Lei. The leaders of the Public Security Bureau should be present. Police cars should clear the way for the funeral and armed police should keep watch.
Second, try to get Huo Ying to take over from her brother and work in the Public Security Bureau."
Huo Lianhe said: "Old Bao, you put these away for now. Listen to me. The police just came to me and said that the person in the urn might not be our son, and they also extracted my cells for a paternity test."
Bao Yumei's sadness has passed and she has regained her former shrewdness. She is not excited, but is confused: "If it's not our son, then why is Huolei's ID card on him? Why hasn't our son come home yet?
Something is not quite right, I don’t believe them, go to Dadong and ask him.”
Liu Handong had just gone out to buy things and just came back now. He was called into the house by Huo Lianhe and his wife. After listening to Uncle Huo's account, he explained: "The police have certain procedures for handling cases. Logically speaking, the body should be that of Huo Lianhe."
That's cool, but without DNA testing, it cannot be legally determined that it is true."
The newly ignited hope of Huo Lianhe was extinguished again, and he started to smoke dejectedly.
Bao Yumei said: "I have raised my son for more than 20 years. If I say no, he will be gone. I have to have an explanation. I have two demands. Do you think they are reasonable, Dadong?" Then he said those words again.
once.
Liu Handong nodded like a fool: "It's reasonable, it's too reasonable. Strike while the iron is hot. Go and fight for it with them."
Bao Yumei asked: "Who is in charge of this matter?"
Liu Handong said: "This case is of a very high level and is under the jurisdiction of the Provincial Department. You go to Cai Husheng of the Narcotics Control Division of the Provincial Department. I will give you the phone number of their office."
Bao Yumei was very courageous in her work. She left the funeral arrangements at home to her relatives and took Huo Lianhe to the Public Security Department. After a lot of effort, she finally found the Narcotics Control Division. She was unable to meet Director Cai, so the staff below received them.
"I have two requests..." Bao Yumei expressed her reasonable thoughts again.
The policemen looked at each other in confusion, looking at Bao Yumei like she was an alien.
"Sister-in-law, are you kidding me? The provincial department is not a place for joking." The policeman pushed up his glasses and asked calmly.
Bao Yumei's face sank: "My son worked as an undercover agent for you and risked his life. Isn't my request unreasonable?"
"Sister-in-law, you may be mistaken." The policeman said seriously, "Huo Lei is not a special agent registered with the police. He is at most Liu Handong's son. Whether he dies or not has nothing to do with us. Besides, Huo Lei is
Whether he is dead or not is still unknown, but he is a well-known drug dealer in Jiangnan Pass. According to his crime, it is not a problem to be sentenced to ten or twenty years. Please understand, your son is not a martyr, but a drug dealer, do you understand?
"
Huo Lianhe and Bao Yumei looked at each other, completely unable to accept this ending. How could a glorious martyr turn into a drug dealer who deserved his death in a blink of an eye? Is there any justice?
The couple didn't make a big fuss in the provincial hall, they went home angrily, they were no longer in the mood to attend the funeral, and they stayed in the house depressed and depressed.
"According to them, even if our son survives, he is still a fugitive," Huo Lianhe said.
"Alas, this child has never made anyone worry about him since he was a child." Bao Yumei shed tears again. In fact, the couple knew very well what kind of virtue Huolei was. The last time he took drugs, Huolei almost died. How can he be so heroic?
A grand burial with great status and glory may not be the best ending for him, but unfortunately, this is too much to ask for.
…
One day later, the police called Huo Lianhe and his wife to go to the forensic identification center and formally informed them that DNA testing showed that there was no father-son relationship between the deceased and Huo Lianhe.
Huo Lianhe's body was shocked: "My son is still alive!"
The police looked directly at him: "I hope you can cooperate with the police to find Huo Lei. It is a crime to harbor criminals."
Suddenly Bao Yumei started sobbing: "Lao Huo, I'm sorry for you."
Huo Lianhe wondered: "What do you mean?"
Bao Yumei said: "Huo Lei is actually not your biological son."
The fire of hope that Huo Lianhe had just ignited was ruthlessly extinguished once again. The son was not his, which meant that the paternity test was in vain. Hey, something seemed wrong. Huo Lei was not my biological son, so whose son it was!
"Bao Yumei, you stole someone behind my back and kept me a cuckold for twenty-five years!" Huo Lianhe became furious and slapped her across the face.
Bao Yumei received a sharp blow and immediately launched a counterattack: "You dare to hit me, I'm going to get tired of living with you!" When his nails were dug in, several blood stains appeared on Huo Lianhe's face.
The couple got into a fight at the Forensic Identification Center. Their clothes were torn and their faces and bodies were covered in scars. The police couldn't hold them back and finally called 111 to stop them.
"If you want to do another appraisal, Sister Bao, please cooperate with me," the policeman said.
"Bah." Bao Yumei spat into the policeman's face, covering her gold-rimmed glasses, "Cooperate with your mother-in-law!"