The sister-in-law buried her head. There were many silver threads in her hair. Wen Xin helped her sit down and gently wiped the tears from the corners of her eyes, but her own tears fell on her sister-in-law's hair.
The death of the magic stick made everyone feel gloomy. Perhaps Cheng Yong didn't want to see this depressing situation, so he said hello to me and said he would go out to do some errands and come back to see us later, and then left.
, after Cheng Yong left, Wen Xin sat in the ward for a while, chatted with her sister-in-law, and returned to her ward with the support of the middle-aged woman.
The door was closed again, and my aunt looked at me who was silent and sighed: "I think back then, I should have listened to your father and firmly disagreed with you becoming a police officer. It was really too dangerous."
I looked at her and said seriously: "Aunt, you know, this is my dream."
"Alas!" Auntie shook her head helplessly.
"Don't worry, I will protect myself." I promised her again. I had said similar words to her and my dad many times, but they were just words of comfort to let them not worry too much about me.
In our profession, who can really guarantee their own safety? Just like the magic stick, yesterday we were chatting with each other in the ward, but today we have been separated forever. Thinking of this, I can't help but feel a surge in my heart.
Share sadness.
The word "police" carries too many dreams and contains supreme glory, but it also has the corresponding ordinary and pain, bitterness and grievance.
The death of the magic stick made me feel for the first time that these two words were so heavy. They were the weight accumulated by countless police officers with their blood and even their lives. This weight made me more aware of the responsibility I shouldered.
We must always keep our mission in mind, never forget our original intentions, and be a good policeman who upholds justice.
After that, I kept recuperating in the ward, and occasionally went to the next room to see Wen Xin. We would talk about some cases, the news or the weather, but we deliberately avoided anything about the "magic stick".
The captain came to see us, and all he said was about awarding awards for meritorious service. I responded indifferently, not showing the slightest interest. Regarding the death of the magic stick, he also talked about his efforts. I understand.
He has done everything he can for the magic stick.
On the morning of the third day, Crazy Brother finally woke up, and his first question after waking up was also about the safety of the magic stick.
He was different from us. He was seriously injured and needed peace of mind to recuperate. Under the doctor's special instructions, we made up a white lie - Shengun was transferred to the provincial hospital for treatment due to his serious injury and suffered varying degrees of burns all over his body.
, but my life was saved.
"Huh, this guy doesn't plan to get another wife anyway. It's okay to have a few scars on his body." Hearing that the magic stick was still alive, Crazy Brother let out a long sigh of relief.
He had injuries on his face and his voice was very low. My sister-in-law put her ear to his mouth and listened before relaying it to us. Crazy Brother’s head was wrapped in gauze, but I could see through his two exposed eyes.
See the smile.
That is happiness from the heart.
On the afternoon of the third day, the doctor informed Wen Xin and I that we could both be discharged from the hospital.
"Brother Crazy, how about I stay with you?" I said looking at Brother Crazy who was wrapped like a mummy.
Crazy Brother stretched out his hand, waved it, and said softly: "Go back quickly, I'm just in peace by myself."
That night, I mustered up the courage to call Cheng Yong and asked him where the remains of the magic stick were and that I wanted to see him.
"You'd better not go." Cheng Yong answered simply.
"Why?"
"His lower abdomen happened to be pressed against the bomb on the murderer's waist. The entire abdomen was blown away, leaving only the area below the buttocks and above the chest. Even these areas were severely burned. No skin could be seen at all, like a few sticks of charcoal.
Mu, alas, Brother Shen died so tragically." Cheng Yong sighed endlessly.
Cheng Yong's words made me a little unsteady. I sat on the sofa, holding back my sadness and asked: "Where is he?"
I made up my mind to see Shengun.
"In the freezer in the autopsy room of the medical examiner's building."
"Why isn't it a funeral home?" I was a little confused.
Cheng Yong explained: "During the first seven days, the bureau was going to hold a memorial service for him in the funeral home and then cremate him. The team leader told him to stay in the team for these seven days and let him see this place again and talk to him again.
We, colleagues, are together just like we were before we were alive."
Early the next morning, I went to Baishi Store to buy some incense paper money, put it in a black plastic bag, and then went to the Criminal Police Team.
After Zeng Zhengyi died, the key to the forensic building was only available from the section chief. I went directly to him. When he saw me, he first asked me about my injury, and then chatted for a few words. When he mentioned the magic stick, he revealed
With admiration, he said that Shengun is a good policeman.
After hearing my purpose, the section chief gave me the key without saying a word.
I walked into the forensic building with my bag, reached the second floor, and walked straight to the innermost autopsy room. The last time I came here, I went to inspect Yao Yuan's body with Madge and the others. Although we were all colleagues, the feeling was completely different.
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That night, walking in the aisle, I was still a little nervous and my steps were very slow and light; today, my steps are very heavy, just like my mood.
When I opened the autopsy room, the lights were on. The table where the autopsy was performed was empty. The table was wiped clean. There was a brazier under the table, which was almost full of paper ashes.
There is a plate in front of the basin with some fruits and a few cigarettes. Next to the plate is a small wine glass and a bottle of wine. The wine glass is full.
These things are unlikely to appear here on ordinary days. I know that they were left behind by my colleagues when they commemorated the magic stick.
Since the death of his wife and daughter, his temperament has changed drastically and he has no intention of working. At first, everyone could understand him, but as time went by, some gossip started to come out, and he didn't care, and he still went his own way. Later, he would talk all day long.
Yes, many colleagues are unwilling to contact him. Except for a few people in our group, almost no one talks to him.
Now that he is dead, who cares about that? Colleagues admire his decisiveness and courage more and come to express their condolences. If he had known something about him, they would definitely be very happy.
I walked to the freezer and put my right hand on the handle. I hesitated for a while, but did not open the freezer door. After all, I still didn’t have the courage to face him like this. I couldn’t bear the fact that such a vivid person turned into a few black sticks.
"Charcoal wood".
I returned to the brazier and squatted down, took out the incense candle and lit it, poured the wine in the cup on the ground, refilled it, and then started to burn paper for the magic stick.
The firelight flickered above the basin, and I seemed to see the face of the magic stick inside. Tears welled up in my eyes. I whispered to him: "Brother Shen, it's me. I'm here to see you."
The magic stick laughed. I had never seen him like this before. He smiled brightly, and the crow's feet at the corners of his eyes seemed to get deeper. He said, "Yuan Chen, my wife and daughter and I are reunited. I have finally waited for this day.
"
"Yes, you are finally together. I know that you have been thinking about them all the time these years."
"Haha, you've seen my daughter's photo. What do you think? Isn't she cute?"