When Jiang Xueqing came in, she had already alerted the neighbors in the courtyard. Four or five people gathered around the door with rice bowls to watch the fun. Seeing Liu's mother collapsed on the ground, two aunties quickly dropped their rice bowls and went up to help her.
"Sister, are you okay?"
"His aunt, wake up."
Several women pinched her and poured hot water to revive Mother Liu. When she woke up, her first words were: "Go to the hospital quickly!"
While Jiang Xueqing asked the photographer to follow the shooting, she explained: "Auntie, don't worry, Liu Ziguang's life is not in danger. Just pack your things and follow me. The car is just outside the alley."
Mother Liu braced herself, opened the chest of drawers, took out a cloth bag, and took out a thin stack of banknotes, about seven or eight hundred yuan. She looked at her husband with searching eyes and muttered: "This is the only money we have at home...
… All that money was saved until death.”
The father stomped his feet angrily: "I only know how to earn interest! My son suffered a gunshot wound! What's the use of this little money!"
Tears rolled in my mother's eyes. Seeing that it was okay, the neighbors tried to persuade her: "Lao Liu, don't be angry. I still have some money at home."
"It's important to see a doctor. Our family has just received their salary. I'll get it for you right away."
Everyone went home to withdraw money, and soon they collected more than 5,000 yuan. Among them, a middle-aged uncle got the most, and took out 2,000 yuan. Dad said gratefully: "Lao Bei, thank you.
Money is tight at home, so I will pay you back when I take out the deposit certificate tomorrow,"
The middle-aged uncle waved his hand: "You're welcome. This money is specially reserved for my unlucky son's medical treatment. If you don't wait to use it, Lao Liu, you go first. I'll ask Xiaoshuai to get some more money and send it over later."
"
The two pairs of weather-beaten hands clasped together, shook them vigorously, and said nothing.
While the neighbors in the courtyard were collecting money from one hundred to two hundred, the camera was filming on the side. Jiang Xueqing held the microphone and explained emotionally to the camera: "It is raining lightly, and the weather is a bit cold, but in the
This dilapidated shanty town complex has a different kind of warmth and a strong sense of humanity..."
After collecting enough money, the neighbor brought them raincoats and umbrellas and sent them out of the alley. Someone in front helped with a flashlight, and someone behind helped carry a change of clothes that his mother had prepared for Liu Ziguang. The group of people walked in the dark.
In the alley, two bright flashlight lights suddenly appeared in front of me. When I got closer, I saw that it was Lao Wang from the police station and a young policeman.
"Old Liu, I'm here to pick you up and take you to the hospital. It's so hard to find your home. As a police officer, I almost got lost." Lao Wang stepped forward and held his father's hand, shook it hard twice, and said in an aggravated tone.
: "You raised a good son!"
The situation was urgent and there was no way to say anything. Liu Ziguang's parents got into the TV station's car with trepidation. A police car in front opened the way with its lights flashing, and the two cars drove directly to the hospital.
…
There were only two people in the municipal hospital ward, Liu Ziguang and Deputy Director Song. There was a soft drizzle outside and the room was quiet and peaceful.
"So, that gun was in Li Quan Quan's belt? You snatched it away and killed two robbers." Bureau Song's pen scrawled on the transcript.
"Yes, he had a gun on his back, but he never took it out, but I could see the outline of the gun clearly. The situation was quite urgent at that time. If I didn't take action, your little policewoman would be beaten to death by the robbers.
"Liu Ziguang explained.
"Yeah." Director Song nodded, "Did you hear the conversation between the robber and Li Quanquan before the police entered the bank?"
"I heard that Li had the authority to direct the robbers to blackmail the police to evacuate the snipers and commandos, and made various demands for Officer Hu to be used as a hostage and to provide armored vehicles. Later, when Officer Hu came in, he reminded the robbers that the police had cameras."
The Song Bureau took the initiative and wrote down Liu Ziguang's words. He particularly appreciated Liu Ziguang's use of the word "command". In the confessions of other witnesses, the word "guidance" was used. The difference between one word and one word was thousands of miles away.
The word command is more appropriate.
"Very good, thank you for your testimony." Director Song closed the cap of his pen, pondered for a moment and then said: "I also want to ask a side question, how did you grab the gun, load it, and fire it in a very short period of time?
Moreover, your shooting skills are very strong, but in your file, you have no military training at all. I really want to know the reason."
Liu Ziguang grinned: "Didn't your colleagues find out the answer? They said that I am a graduate of the Ryazan Paratrooper School and I served as a military soldier outside."
Director Song also smiled lightly: "There are too many of them. How can there be so many Japanese soldiers? I only ask you one question. If you don't want to answer, or don't want to answer for some reason, just pretend that I didn't ask."
Liu Ziguang put away his smile and nodded: "You say."
"You are a soldier of the Langya Brigade!" Song Ju, who was originally gentle and smiling, suddenly had his eyes gleaming and stared at Liu Ziguang with sharp eyes, as if he wanted to see through his heart like a sharp sword.
Liu Ziguang's face was calm, without any expression. He neither nodded nor shook his head. He had nothing to say until now. He was so good at it, so it was understandable that he was mistaken for being from some brigade. Look at it.
He was embarrassed to say that he wasn't the one with Song Ju's expectant eyes.
After a long time, Director Song finally closed the record book, nodded silently, walked to the door of the ward and opened the door. The moment he was about to go out, he suddenly turned around and said: "Spike Brigade, the sharp blade of the country!"
Liu Ziguang's body trembled, and he almost sweated on his head. What kind of things were there? He insisted on arranging them on himself. When he turned around, after saying these eight words of Song Ju, he didn't even look back.
has gone far.
…
Under the guidance of the police car, the TV interview car arrived at the municipal hospital in the mist and rain. When they saw TV host Jiang Xueqing helping an old couple get out of the car, Deputy Director Song, who was smoking and meditating on the balcony, smiled bitterly: "This
Jiang Xueqing, you have so many evil ideas."
He put out his cigarette butt and went up to him, and directly held Liu's father's hand: "Hello, you two are Liu Ziguang's parents. On behalf of the ** Bureau and the general public, I would like to thank you for raising such an outstanding son.
Acting bravely and sacrificing yourself for others is a true hero."
Film policeman Lao Wang introduced from the side: "This is Director Song of our municipal bureau."
"Director Song, I..." Dad's voice was choked up. Liu Ziguang was a mediocre child since he was a child. He was average in his studies and not good at sports. He was unemployed after getting out of a bad college and then disappeared for eight years. After he came back, he was
He has become more powerful, but the family is worried all day long, fearing that he will mix with the unscrupulous people outside. Now his son is actually evaluated like this by a senior leader of the National Security Bureau. How can he not make his father proud?
The moving expression.
"Okay, don't say anything. All your son's expenses will be borne by the police. I have to go back to the bureau first. You two should go see your son quickly." Director Song shook hands with his mother again and said,
Lao Wang said hello, asked him to take care of the old couple, and left in a hurry.
Three minutes later, Liu Ziguang's parents finally came to the ward and saw that their son was safe and sound. The old couple finally felt relieved. Although their lives were not in danger, they had been shot after all. The mother wanted to see the wound no matter what, but Liu Ziguang had nothing to do.
He had no choice but to take off his hospital gown, reveal his bandaged upper body, point to his right chest and say: "It's right here, I took a shot and passed through, it's not a big deal."
The old woman burst into tears. No matter how old her son is, he is still her mother's heartache. It still hurts when pricked by a needle, let alone a bullet. The old man held back his tears and did not want to cry out in the hospital.
, the father also came to comfort him: "Okay, didn't you see this? My son is fine."
The family was talking, and suddenly the door opened. Jiang Xueqing, who had been filming outside the door, couldn't bear it any longer and walked in and said, "Hello Liu Ziguang, we have met before. I would like to lend you a moment for an interview, okay?"
"
Being suddenly interrupted, Liu Ziguang was in a bad mood. He frowned slightly and said coldly: "Get out."
Such a cold look, the photographer couldn't help but shudder and didn't dare to go any further. Jiang Xueqing was also stunned for a moment. She has been a TV reporter for so long and has never been rejected by an interviewee, and it was so blunt and unreasonable.
Reasonable rejection.
It stands to reason that Jiangbei TV's top actress should be angry at this time, but for some reason, Jiang Xueqing's first thought was: So cool!
Dad coughed and said, "Xiaoguang, I came to the hospital with reporter Jiang in his car. Just do me a favor and accept the interview."
Dad opened his mouth to intercede, but Liu Ziguang had nothing else to say. He waved his hand cheerfully: "Okay, but I have to turn off the camera. I'm not used to being filmed like this."
The TV station was doing a program, so what else could you do with the cameras turned off, but Jiang Xueqing nodded in a strange way: "Okay, Lao Wang, you go out and take a rest first."
The photographer withdrew, leaving Jiang Xueqing alone to interview. The beautiful female reporter calmed down, held the recording microphone with the station logo on it with her fingers like green onions, and put it to her mouth: "Can you tell us?
"Excuse me, how did you act bravely and kill two gangsters?"
"Grab the gun, shoot." Liu Ziguang simply said four words.
Jiang Xueqing's eyes widened. Her two big, round eyes made the girl look very sexy, like a cat. She asked in surprise: "That's all? Is there anything else?"
"No more." Liu Ziguang still said simply.
Jiang Xueqing refused to give up and asked again: "Then how many shots did you fire?"
"Five shots, two shots for each person, and then one more shot if one guy survived."
"Where?"
"Head, mouth, eyes."
"..." Jiang Xueqing was a little confused. The man in front of him was too cold and calm. He was nothing like ordinary people. Even professionally trained police officers needed psychological counseling after killing criminals. Looking at him again, it was simply...
It's like stepping on two ants to death, no feeling at all.
At this moment, Jiang Xueqing, as a journalist, was suddenly convinced that this man must have an extraordinary experience, and he could dig into it and make explosive news.