After his youngest son and son-in-law left, Shang Yonggui picked up the intercom and said, "Let Xiaojun come over."
Five minutes later, a sturdy dark man walked into the office. He was wearing a vest, old-fashioned camouflage pants and liberation shoes. A large bunch of keys hung on his belt. He sat down on the sofa with his waist straight.
"Let's find out who set the fire without fear of death." Shang Yonggui said sternly.
The man nodded silently, stood up and left.
This man's name is Shang Jun. He is the officer of the Armed Forces Department of Xiaoshang Village, the squadron leader of the first squadron of the militia brigade, and is equivalent to the commander of the Shang Guards. Shang Jun's mother is a widow. Her orphaned and widowed mother has been taken care of by the merchant since she was a child. She is also a soldier.
The manager was a militiaman after he retired from the army. This man was straight-tempered and had a bad temper. He only listened to the old man and even Shang Yumin couldn't mobilize him.
Shang Yonggui was the only one left in the spacious office. He was energetic just now, but now he suddenly became depressed. He lay on the chair and sighed heavily.
This office is decorated in the style of the 1970s. The mahogany desk is covered with a green felt pad, covered with a glass plate, ink bottles, pen holders, ink pads, and of course the essential telephone.
The old man likes to use the old-fashioned dial phone, the red one, the one used only by senior leaders. You don’t need to dial the number when you pick it up, just let the switchboard transfer it. That’s what I want.
Behind Shang Yonggui is a beautifully framed Mao-style painting, "Qin Yuan Chun. Snow". On the walls on both sides are hanging standard portraits of Chairman Mao, Premier Zhou, the chief designer and subsequent general secretaries. In the corner is a large
The LCD TV is the only modern thing in the room.
Outside the window are the lights of thousands of houses, and there seems to be a melody coming from the auditorium. Today is the birthday of the party, and the village committee will hold a party as usual, but Shang Yonggui did not attend. He is old and does not like to join in the fun. He feels a little lonely.
Just like an emperor who has no one to talk to, Xiaoshang Village is his own dynasty, and his sons are like princes coveting the throne. Although it is not as exaggerated as Kowloon to seize the throne, privately the fight is quite fierce, with palms and backs of hands
They were all meat, so Shang Yonggui couldn't make up his mind.
He has three sons and one daughter. Needless to say, the daughter. Although he has hired a son-in-law, Xie Junyu, he is not a direct descendant of the businessman after all. The eldest son, Shang Yumin, is a prudent, honest and steady man, so he is a very suitable successor. However, Xiaoshangcun is facing
The environment is becoming more and more complicated. The eldest son Shoucheng is okay but lacks pioneering spirit. Moreover, his son Shang Yucheng is not very successful and cannot take on the important task of being the third generation head of Xiaoshang Village.
The second son, Shang Guimin, was cunning and clever, but he was just a little smart. He could not be a good person at the banquet. Moreover, he had no sons and gave birth to two daughters, so he was naturally excluded from being the successor.
The fourth son, Shang Fumin, is in the prime of life. He has gone to college, has a broad vision and is able to accept new things. Moreover, his son is a freshman in high school this year and has good academic performance. He is very likely to be admitted to a key university in the future. He is a third generation worth cultivating.
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Shang Yonggui's biggest headache is the issue of successor. Whenever he thinks of these things, he turns on the tape recorder. He doesn't know how to use the new tablet computer, but likes the old-fashioned dual-card radio recorder. The staff helped him copy one of his favorite songs.
, the theme song of the TV series "Kangxi Dynasty", borrow another five hundred years from heaven.
Listening to the exciting song, the Supreme Emperor of Xiaoshang Village closed his eyes slightly, beat the rhythm with his skinny hands on the armrest of the chair, and was immersed in it.
In a hidden corner of the ceiling, a pinhole camera was working quietly, monitoring the old man's every move.
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At the Armed Police General Hospital, Liu Handong sat in front of Geng Zhi's bed and showed him the video on his mobile phone. This was a surveillance video of a car accident. A car was intercepted head-on by a truck and hit by another car on the side.
It can be seen that the angle of the video was not shot by a security traffic camera mounted on an elevated platform, but from a flat ground angle. Then there are only two possibilities. One is that people passing by happened to shoot it with their mobile phones, and the other is that the murderer shot it. The latter is more likely.
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"Where did you get it?" Gengzhi asked calmly.
"Copied from Heisen's lair." Liu Handong said, looking back at Luo Han, "We went to No. 76 Qifeng Street and turned it upside down."
Geng Zhi is an old police officer, and he can immediately tell that the assassination against him is the revenge of sunspots, and the loss of surveillance video of the relevant road section also illustrates the problem. If it is a pure black and white contest, he has no fear. The party and the party will stand behind him in the future.
country, but now that Liu Fei is standing behind the other party, this matter will be difficult to handle.
"I understand, let's leave it as it is." Gengzhi remained calm and felt very complicated. He began to worry about his wife and children. After so many years as a police officer, this was the first time he felt so helpless and frustrated.
"Detachment Geng, this matter can't end like this." Liu Handong was filled with indignation, but Geng was straightforward but not indignant at all: "I'm tired and want to lie down for a while."
Liu Handong had no choice but to leave. As soon as he reached the door, he heard Geng Zhi say: "Handong, thank you, please don't get involved in this matter. This is politics, and ordinary people can't afford it."
"I understand, you should have a good rest." Liu Handong forced out a smile and said.
When they came downstairs, Arhat handed him a cigar, and the two started puffing away.
"Tough guys like the Geng detachment are scared. I can't figure it out." Liu Handong puffed smoke from his nostrils and said fiercely.
Luo Han said: "Before liberation, many old revolutionaries were in the Kuomintang prisons and the Japanese military police, and they did not relent despite being tortured. However, during the ten years of turmoil, they could not stand it and committed suicide after being criticized twice. Just think about it.
I understand."
Liu Handong nodded: "I understand, the psychological support is gone and the faith is shattered."
Luo Han said: "Being honest has its limitations. You see, you are different. Don't care about the other person's identity, just treat him as he is..."
Just as he was talking, Song Xinxin came over, wearing a white coat like a doctor, and gave Liu Handong an angry look: "Why are you smoking in the hospital?"
"Isn't this outdoor?" Liu Handong argued.
"Hi, we meet again, where are we going?" Luo Han said to Song Xinxin with a shy face.
The female forensic doctor said with a cold face: "Go to the morgue."
Luo Han laughed and said: "My name is Luo Han. Let's make friends. This is my WeChat ID."
Song Xinxin didn't stop, glanced at Luo Han and said, "You must be sick." She went on her own.
Luo Han chuckled: "You have character, I like it."
Liu Handong curled his lips: "Forensic Doctor Song is not your cup of tea."
"Has a master?" Arhat scratched his head.
Liu Handong didn't know much about Song Xinxin's private life. He just vaguely felt that she had a good relationship with Director Shen, but he didn't think about it deeply. He didn't like gossips either, so he said, "I don't know if the master has one, but my daughter does."
one."
"My daughter is good, I like my daughter." Arhat said with a mean smile.
Suddenly his cell phone vibrated in his trouser pocket, he took it out and answered it. After saying a few words, his expression suddenly became serious: "The vacation is over, I have to leave. I'll leave the motorcycle here for you. When you have time, help me go to Jiangbei to visit Cheng Weiguo."
Grandpa, just like that, left."
When the two arrived at the gate, a Warrior off-road vehicle with a local military license plate was parked on the sidewalk without turning off the engine. Luo Han got in the car and saluted Liu Handong with a non-standard military salute to say goodbye. The off-road vehicle's engine roared and drove away.
Liu Handong came back to ride his motorcycle and met Song Xinxin again. She asked angrily: "Is that person your friend? What does he do?"
"In the army."
"Oh, no wonder he looks like a soldier and drives a car for the chief." Song Xinxin curled her lips and said.
Liu Handong laughed heartily. The forensic doctor of Song Dynasty had a keen eye for dissecting corpses, but his ability to judge people was far from satisfactory.
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Late at night, in a high-rise village apartment in Xiaoshang Village, with the sound of heavy objects falling to the ground, car alarms sounded, and the surrounding lights gradually turned on. Someone saw a person lying in someone's private car downstairs, covered in blood.
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Ten minutes later, the police and ambulance arrived at the scene. The person who fell from the building was dead. The people living in this building were all people with foreign surnames from Xiaoshang Village, that is, people from several nearby natural villages. Basically, they were not surnamed Shang.
, are second-class citizens, the real villagers named Shang all live in unified villas.
The deceased's name was Lu Erwang, who was the captain of the security team of the industrial park. He loved gambling. He lost all his money when he lost. His wife remarried with their children, and his parents were hospitalized because of his anger. It is said that he owed hundreds of thousands in loan sharks, and he only paid the interest every month.
I couldn't pay it all, so I jumped off the building and committed suicide because of this.
The police from the town police station came, took the body away, and entered Lu Erwang's home to collect clues. They also retrieved the surveillance video of the apartment building. While Lu Erwang was looking around in his house, a man wearing camouflage pants walked in.
, the policemen stopped what they were doing and respectfully called "Brother Jun".
The person who came was the militia squadron leader Shang Jun, and behind him were four militiamen wearing camouflage uniforms, steel helmets and holding emergency sticks. The security of Xiaoshang Village was very good. There were patrols at night and sentries at the intersections. Outsiders could not enter at all.
"What's going on?" Shang Jun asked.
"It looks like a suicide." The police said, "There were no signs of a fight in the house."
Shang Jun walked around the house with a sullen face, flipping around, and the police did not dare to say a word, because in this special place of Xiaoshang Village, the militia also had the power to enforce the law.
"I've been keeping an eye on him for a few days." Shang Jun said, "He is very suspicious of the fire in the industrial park."
The police immediately realized the seriousness of the matter. This was not an ordinary suicide due to heavy debts, but a suspected homicide and silence. It was a murder.
"Search carefully and don't miss any clues," Shang Jun said.
The police rummaged through and found Shang Jun's mobile phone, wallet and other personal belongings. One policeman opened the mobile phone and looked at the call records, and there was an outgoing call with a number ending in 8888.
"This number is pretty good, I don't know which one is rich." The policeman said casually, and opened the mobile phone gallery, saw a recently recorded video, clicked on it, and in front of the camera was Shang Yucheng, the young man of the merchant, putting a package
He handed the things to Lu Erwang.
Shang Jun's face darkened, he snatched the phone over and scolded: "You know what you should say and what you shouldn't say. You know what to say and what to say."
The policemen were silent. This had already been involved in the political struggle of Xiaoshang Village. It was not a game they could participate in. Anyway, the person who died was an abusive gambler and no one cared.