The next day, Bureau Liu from the Keshi City Public Security Bureau came to the hospital with a group of policemen to offer condolences.
Considering that the patient needed to rest, after taking a few photos necessary for publicity, Director Liu left only the veterans of the patrol team behind, while the rest rushed to the corridor.
Lao Cheng took out a thick brown envelope from his arms and, at Director Liu's signal, placed it on the bedside table next to the hospital bed.
"Ahem." Director Liu, who was sitting by the bed, coughed twice and said, "This is the condolence money from our bureau. It's not much, it's just a little bit of our thoughts."
Chen Shu didn't even look at the envelope on the bedside table, he just said "hmm" softly.
Then, Director Liu took a manuscript from Lao Cheng and handed it to Chen Shu, with a kind face: "Chen Shu, this is the first-class merit document our bureau has given you to report to your superiors. Take a look."
first class merit
Chen Shu, who had worked in the police for eighty-nine years, knew the difficulty and importance of this achievement, but for some reason, he couldn't muster the slightest interest at this time, and he didn't even bother to say rejection or rejection.
He just looked at Director Liu calmly and did not reach out.
Zhu Li coughed beside her for a long time, and couldn't help but secretly poke Chen Shu's back a few times, so that he finally reached out and took it: "It should be given to Team Jade and the others."
Director Liu quickly scanned the surroundings and saw that they were all his own. He lowered his voice and laughed, "Team Jade said that you are the one who made the people. If he shamelessly accepted this skill, his spine would be broken."
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Director Liu's intention was good. He originally wanted to use this joke to ease the dull atmosphere in the ward, but unexpectedly, his words hit Chen Shu's sore spot.
"Okay." Chen Shu pushed back the information and looked out the window.
The ward fell into silence.
It couldn't be PTSD... The experienced Director Liu immediately reacted.
His previous behavior is not incorrect. As a grassroots unit that has been fighting on the front line of anti-X for many years, their daily method of dealing with such psychological trauma is very simple, which is to joke and joke.
For example, Yumaiken compared K elements to "rats" as one of his tactics during this period. Killing people sounds horrifying, but if you kill rats, it seems much more normal.
Although everyone knows what "rat" means, on the surface it is still relatively easy to accept.
First of all, Chen Shu is a coastal policeman who has just arrived, and his daily contact is very different from NX.
They came to support us, and it was not easy to adapt to the local working environment, let alone achieve anything.
But in this battle between mountains and mountains, Chen Shu killed so many K-men by himself, and his mental state was probably unbalanced as a result.
Bureau Liu and Lao Cheng looked at each other with bitterness and worry in their eyes.
Chen Shu withdrew his gaze, turned around and asked, "Can I not want this first-class merit?"
Director Liu shrugged: "This is decided by the ministry. Chen Shu, do you have any other ideas?"
"I have a buddy who was an auxiliary policeman of your patrol brigade. He died during the attack this time. Can you give him first-class merit? Well, he has a system."
Lao Cheng leaned over and whispered in Bureau Liu's ear for a while.
"I know, it's a young man named Zhang Qiang. Well, first-class merit can only be given to the police, so. However, our bureau has prepared a pension, which will be sent to his parents when the time comes. If he has children in his hometown
, you can escort him to our NX Police Station."
Chen Shu looked at Bureau Liu, sincerely thanked him, and then put the envelope containing a lot of money on the bedside table back into Bureau Liu's hand.
Everyone understands the meaning of this back and forth.
The ward became quiet again.
Seeing that Chen Shu didn't want to say anything more, Director Liu stood up and left.
Zhu Li followed him to the elevator. When he returned to the ward, he kept scolding Chen Shu for being rude, saying that a director came to visit you, so why did you put on such a bad face?
I completely forgot that in the past, I relied on my father's high-ranking officials to treat the leaders of the public security system with a consistent indifference and an even worse look.
In this situation, she is like a young daughter-in-law who hopes her husband will succeed.
Chen Shu just leaned on the back of the bed and looked out the window.
"Thanks."
Zhu Li was stunned and immediately stopped nagging. She felt that she had heard wrongly. After a while, she muttered, "Men's mouths are deceiving." With a smile on her lips, she picked up the clothes Chen Shu needed to change and went outside.
Here, Bureau Liu and Lao Cheng got on the special car back to the Bureau.
"Lao Cheng, please polish this written report and make the comrades' behavior more radical. Especially the desperate behavior of Chen Shu and Zhang Qiang must be further sublimated." Director Liu emphasized three "more"s.
Isn't this Chen Shu's declaration information? Why does it have to be sublimated into two people now? Lao Cheng rubbed the document bag in his hand, thinking about how to sublimate it.
Both of them fell into deep thought.
"We must sublimate!" Bureau Liu emphasized again as he approached the city bureau.
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"Yes! Don't worry, Director Liu, we must sublimate!"
Director Liu's expression softened: "Lao Cheng, the farewell ceremony for the remains of our bureau the day after tomorrow will not be divided into our bureau, other bureaus, civilian police and auxiliary police, and everything will be carried out according to the highest standards. When the time comes, I will bring my team members with me.
If you arrange the scene more carefully, funding is not a problem. Well, it can only make the family members feel better."
Lao Cheng straightened his back, lowered his head slightly, and said solemnly: "Yes, Bureau Liu."
Keshi City Funeral Home.
At the entrance of a mourning hall, the elegiac couplets on both sides of the center are: The Tianshan Mountains are silent and speechless, and the Tahe River is choking and gurgling to praise the loyal soul.
Xiaoqiang's parents and grandfather both came from Dongzhou.
My father was taciturn and pretended to be calm. He could only stand by the door, holding on to the door frame. He stared blankly at the portrait of Xiao Qiang hanging at the end of the mourning hall, and did not dare to step into the mourning hall.
My mother would cry from time to time. When she cried, her tears would roll down her cheeks. When she wasn't crying, she would grab my father's hair and beat him around. She would curse a lot of unpleasant things in her mouth, which were not what a teacher should say at all.
I cried again while cursing.
Grandpa is over 70 years old. The old man suffers from heart disease, multiple cerebral infarctions and other diseases, so no one in the family dared to tell him about Xiaoqiang's sacrifice.
But yesterday morning, when he saw a family pushing suitcases for a long trip, and the police and police cars were picking them up, he understood immediately.
It must be his favorite grandson Xiaoqiang who had an accident in NX.
At the funeral home, it was the eldest grandfather who took charge of the overall situation on behalf of the family.
He held the hand of the public security leader who came to pay his respects and said in a deep voice: "Back then, I followed the army and fought against these bastards. At that time, when a charge came up, many comrades younger than Xiaoqiang fell to the ground, and in the end they couldn't come back.
Home.
"I am lucky to have returned home for them and have lived a comfortable life for so many years. Today, it was my grandson who sacrificed for other police officers so that they could go home safely. So I don't feel sad, but feel particularly honored.
!”
The police officers surrounding him were all sighing, and some female police officers even shed tears.
Grandpa took the lead in leading the team into the mourning hall. He was strong and did not shed a tear. As he walked, he vowed: "We are a home of D members, a glorious home. If we are conscious, we will not cause any trouble for the organization. We also
I won’t smear Xiaoqiang’s face! Xiaoqiang must be very happy on the other side if you can come here today!”
But when the memorial team approached the coffin where Xiaoqiang was lying, Grandpa just took one look inside and fainted from heartache.
There was chaos in the mourning hall.
Chen Shu was standing outside in the rain, with cold water dripping down his face over and over again, looking indoors without saying a word.
"He is also the treasure of the family..." Zhu Li walked out of the mourning hall holding an umbrella and stood side by side with Chen Shu to block the rain, "The old man has a good saying, Xiaoqiang died for us.
, so we must help Xiaoqiang survive stronger and happier."
"Yes, we must survive happily."
Chen Shu said this with a smile, but the sadness in his eyes could not be hidden, and it flowed out violently and turned into rolling tears.