And Crazy Brother finally found out about the magic stick.
The night before the first seven days of Shengun, I was having dinner at home when I received a call from Crazy Brother.
The call was made by my sister-in-law, who asked me to persuade Crazy Brother. During her ward rounds in the morning, a nurse accidentally mentioned the story of a policeman who died heroically by throwing himself on a bomb. Crazy Brother pulled her to ask for details.
After that, Crazy Brother didn’t speak again for a whole day, and he didn’t eat or drink.
After hearing this, I quickly put down the dishes and went out, took a taxi and went straight to the hospital. When I entered the ward, the gauze on Crazy Brother's head had been removed. The moment the bomb exploded, he lay on the ground, protecting himself with his hands during the process.
The burns on the face were not serious, and there was only a large scar on the forehead.
Crazy brother turned his head and looked out the window. My sister-in-law told me that he had been in this posture for a day.
I knew he was talking to a magician, just like I was burning paper in the autopsy room that day.
Although I had a lot of questions about Crazy Brother, he was a wounded person after all, and it was not an option to continue like this. I said a lot of words of comfort to tell Crazy Brother not to blame himself, but Crazy Brother never said a word from the beginning to the end. In the end, my sister-in-law saw
It's too late, so let me go back first.
I sighed and said goodbye to my sister-in-law. When I turned around, I heard Crazy Brother say: "You guys will pick me up at the memorial service tomorrow."
When I turned around, Crazy Brother had turned his head toward the window again.
"Yeah." I responded and walked out of the door.
Early the next morning, I got in Wen Xin's car at the gate of the community and went to the hospital to pick up Feng Ge. The injuries on his body and legs had not healed yet, and the doctor repeatedly told him not to stand for a long time.
The body of Shengun was transported to the funeral parlor at six o'clock in the morning by the forensic doctor on the team, and the funeral hall was decorated last night.
Many people attended the memorial service. In addition to colleagues from the bureau, there were also representatives from all walks of life and people who came spontaneously. The four parents of the god stick did not come. The bureau was worried that the old man was old and could not bear the grief.
The memorial service was presided over by the brigade captain, and the deputy mayor and municipal bureau chief read eulogies with a heavy tone and deep sorrow.
The body was placed on the platform in the middle of the mourning hall, covered with the party flag and surrounded by a circle of white flowers, solemnly and solemnly.
People came forward to express their condolences in order. Due to the large number of people, the memorial service lasted for nearly two hours. I kept supporting Crazy Brother, and he was a little unsteady. I asked him to get back to the car first, but he insisted on saying goodbye.
The last leg of the stick.
Later, the memorial service ended and the crowd gradually left. In the end, only a few people from our team who helped were left in the mourning hall. Crazy Brother walked tremblingly to the stage and said in a deep voice: "You did it, you are a good policeman."
We have been waiting for Shengun’s body to be cremated, and then went with the ashes to the cemetery on the outskirts of the city. Shengun’s grave is next to his wife and daughter. After several years, their family was finally reunited again.
On the way back, Wen Xin asked Madge: "Don't we need to investigate the case any more?"
"The facts of the case are clear and will be closed soon. What else should we investigate?" Crazy Brother said while looking out the window.
"But I think the murderer..."
Crazy brother interrupted Wen Xin: "The murderer has been brought to justice. I just feel ashamed of myself. I should not have agreed to let him participate in the arrest that night. I was the one who harmed him."
Crazy Brother's tone was filled with great annoyance and self-blame. Wen Xin was afraid of irritating him, so she had to end the topic.
On the day Crazy Brother was discharged from the hospital, Wen Xin and I went to pick him up. Compared with the day of the memorial, his spirit was better, but my sister-in-law quietly told me that he would still look out the window for half a day without saying a word.
From the hospital to Feng Ge's house, my sister-in-law and Wen Xin were both there, but I didn't find a chance to talk to Feng Ge about the piece of paper.
Half a month after the death of the magic stick, the case was successfully concluded.
Because the case was too sensitive, the initial details of the case were not disclosed to the outside world, leading to false rumors and public opinion focusing on the "unjust case handled by the Public Security Bureau."
In order to minimize the negative impact, the bureau held a press conference after discussion by the bureau's party committee and submission to the municipal party committee and municipal government for approval.
At the meeting, the director first made an in-depth review on behalf of the police officers handling the case, saying that he would strengthen internal team management and further enforce strict police discipline to ensure that unjust and wrong cases would no longer occur. He would also strike hard to clean out the scum among the police.
Subsequently, the captain of the criminal police brigade reported the details of the case, explaining that the murderer had a super high IQ and a strong sense of counter-investigation. The police battled wits with him during the handling of the case and finally identified the suspect. When making the arrest, the police did not care about their personal safety and sacrificed their lives.
He pounced on the murderer and blocked 80% of the bomb's power with his flesh and blood, saving the lives and property of the people.
The last item is to commend the police officers who handled the case. I, Crazy Brother, and Wen Xin are also among them. What’s special is that in the middle of the stage are four gray-haired old people. They are the parents of the police officers. The bureau specially invited
They came to receive the award on behalf of the god stick and receive condolences from city leaders.
At the end of the press conference, I was pulled by a TV reporter to ask some questions. After asking, I didn’t see Crazy Brother in the conference room. I walked downstairs and didn’t see him in the yard.
Crazy Brother has been recuperating at home since he was discharged from the hospital. Today is his first time back on the team. I wonder if he went to the office.
I walked to the door of Crazy Brother's office. The door was closed. I tried to pull the handle, but it was unlocked. I pushed the door open and walked in. I saw Crazy Brother opening the drawer and looking for something.
I gently closed the door and locked it, then took out the piece of paper I had been carrying from my trouser pocket and asked: "Crazy brother, are you looking for this?"
"Sure enough, it's at your place." Crazy Brother raised his head and looked at me.
"I need your explanation." I slowly walked towards the table.
"There's nothing to explain. This piece of paper is mine. I just imitated the other person's handwriting and tried to write a sentence."
"You're lying, your notebook is completely intact!" This was the first time I spoke to Mad Brother in this tone. I stared into his eyes as if I was interrogating a prisoner.
Crazy brother looked at me, and for a moment, I felt a trace of sadness flashing in his eyes. I reminded myself not to be soft-hearted, otherwise I would not be able to live up to the magic stick.
"Does it matter? Everyone on the team has a notebook. I can tear out a piece of paper from just anyone."
"It's very important! Then tell me, whose notebook this paper was torn from?"
Crazy brother lowered his head, opened the drawer, took a cigarette out of the cigarette case, and lit it with a lighter. I saw his hands were shaking a little, and he lit the cigarette several times before lighting it.
"Who is it?" I asked in a deep voice.
"You must know?"
"Yes!" I nodded seriously.
Crazy brother didn't speak anymore, and he smoked one cigarette after another. The atmosphere in the room was quiet and awkward, and I didn't rush him. I knew that this moment was finally coming.
After smoking until there was only a cigarette butt left, he stood up, walked to me, and stood facing me: "I heard that your dream has always been to be a policeman?"
I didn't understand why Crazy Brother suddenly mentioned this and nodded doubtfully.
"Well, I want you to swear in the name of the police that you will never tell this matter outside."