After resting for a while, Duanmo felt better and asked: "How is the case... going?"
"The source of the gun has been found. You will definitely not know who the gun belongs to." Lu Wuchuan lowered his voice and said in her ear, "It is Cui Yinghua's gun."
"What?!" Duanmo raised her voice, causing a fit of coughing. Fortunately, she lived in a single ward, otherwise she would have scared her fellow patients.
Lu Wuchuan fed her some more water and sighed: "If I had known you were so excited, I wouldn't have told you."
"No... how could she be carrying a gun when she left the team without authorization? How could the gun get into the hands of others?"
There is a strict system for gun management. You can only receive guns when performing tasks, and they need to be registered. Cui Yinghua sneaked out by herself. How did she get the gun from the gun store?
When traveling from Jishan to Liancheng, she didn't drive herself and took public transportation. How did she get through the security check?
Even if she took out the gun and brought it to Liancheng smoothly, how could such an important thing fall into the hands of others?
"Cui Yinghua was seconded to the Jishan Municipal Bureau from Erdaogou, and the formal transfer procedures have not yet been completed. Her gun is registered at the Erdaogou Branch, but she is in Jishan." Lu Wuchuan said, "As for how the gun got to Liancheng
, it’s not clear yet.”
Regarding gun management, both Jishan City Bureau and Erdaogou Branch have unshirkable responsibilities. But this is not within the jurisdiction of Liancheng Police, and it is not an issue they need to be concerned about. What they need to do now is to investigate
Find out how this gun became the murder weapon used by the murderer.
"Are Sister Yinghua's family members here?" Duan Mo asked.
Although I have known Cui Yinghua for a long time, I have never heard of her talking about any other family members except her mother-in-law.
"Her parents have passed away. Her brother and Lao Jin have been notified. They should be able to arrive tomorrow." Lu Wuchuan filled half a bowl of porridge. "Don't think too much now. The most important thing is to recover from your illness."
"Can I be discharged from the hospital tomorrow?" Duan Mo half sat up as the hospital bed was raised.
"Bacterial infection takes at least five to seven days. In your case, ten days is enough." Lu Wuchuan took a spoonful and tested the temperature on his lips. "It depends on how well you recover. If you have repeated high fevers, you may need to
Stay longer.”
Duanmo really didn't have the energy to do it, and he wasn't pretentious, so he ate half a bowl of porridge with his hand.
Lu Wuchuan stayed with her in the evening. After touching her several times in the middle of the night, she was sure that she only had a low fever, so she felt relieved.
Early the next morning, as soon as Duan Mo came out of the bathroom after washing up, he saw Fang Nuo rushing into the ward carrying large and small bags.
Before he could ask any questions, he heard Lu Wuchuan say: "I have to go back to the station, so I called her over."
"Hurry up and eat, it's freshly cooked in the morning." Fang Nuo pulled out an insulated bucket and an insulated lunch box from his bag, opened the lid, and the aroma immediately overflowed.
One box of pot roast was for Lu Wuchuan, and the other one was filled with sticky, soft and glutinous vegetable porridge.
"Did you do this?" After another night of rest, Duan Mo's physical strength recovered a lot.
Fang Nuo said while serving porridge from the thermos bucket: "How can I have this skill? My mother made it. Originally, she wanted to come with us, but I was afraid of disturbing you, so I stopped her in time."
Lu Wuchuan only took out two hot pots and ate them, then hurried to the bureau.
As soon as he left, Fang Nuo leaned facelessly on the sofa, let out a long breath, and started eating while holding his lunch box.
She always had an inexplicable fear of Lu Wuchuan, just like a middle school student who unconsciously wants to stand at attention when seeing the dean.
Duanmo said while drinking porridge: "It's almost the end of the semester. You can go and do whatever you need to do without accompanying me."
"The boss is not at home, so I have nothing to do." Fang Nuo chewed something in his mouth and said vaguely, "Everyone in the school dormitory has left, and I have to listen to my mother's nagging when I go home. It's better to relax here with you.
Woolen cloth."
Duan Mo was noncommittal. She had never had the experience of being nagged by her elders and didn't know what it felt like.
At half past eight, after the director led the doctors and nurses to check the room, the corridor began to be filled with the cheerful rumble of cars.
An indwelling needle was placed on the back of Duan Mo's hand to avoid the pain of needle pricks every time he was given infusion.
It is anti-inflammatory, cough-relieving and anti-infective. It was past eleven o'clock when I finished instilling three bottles of medicine in the morning.
The nurse came over, flushed the tube, sealed the indwelling needle, and told me that there would be two more bottles of medicine at two in the afternoon.
Fang Nuo soaked a hot towel and wiped Duanmo's hands. While wiping them, he sighed: "These little hands have suffered a lot."
"Fortunately, this won't happen every time..." Duan Mo looked at the indwelling needle on the back of his hand and was suddenly stunned.
"Hey! Xiao Mo, what's wrong with you?" Fang Nuo waved his hand in front of her eyes, "Are you feeling uncomfortable?"
"No." Duanmo came back to his senses and took out his cell phone from under the pillow.
She didn't know where Lu Wuchuan was at this time or what he was busy with. So she didn't call him rashly, but sent him a message.
It wasn't until half past twelve, after she and Fang Nuo had lunch, that Lu Wuchuan replied.
After staring at the photo for a while, Duanmo suddenly raised his head: "I have to go out."
"Ah?!" Fang Nuo was startled, "Where are you going? You can't wander around now!"
"I have to go back to the bureau right away." Duan Mo bent down to put on his shoes.
"That's not possible, you...this..." Fang Nuo didn't know what to say for a moment and became incoherent, "You can't go anywhere!"
"This matter is very important, I must tell him face to face."
"No!" Fang Nuo stood in front of her, as if you were going to step over my body if you wanted to go out.
The two were arguing, and Duan Mo's cell phone rang, and the caller was none other than Lu Wuchuan.
As if he knew what she was going to do, as soon as the call was connected, Lu Wuchuan said: "Wait for me, I'll be there right away."
This time Fang Nuo breathed a sigh of relief: "Please calm down for a while. If something happens, how do you want me to explain it to the army?"
"Oh, I know my health. It's fine." Duan Mo leaned back on the bed. So far today, his body temperature has been relatively normal, but he keeps coughing.
"It's okay, Hammer!" Fang Nuo rolled his eyes and almost rolled his head to the ceiling, "Just do it. If you are young and don't think so now, when you are old, they will all come after you. Let me tell you..."
Listening to her crackling lectures, Duan Mo thought to himself, no wonder Lu Dongming called her a small steel cannon, this firepower is really strong.
The Municipal Public Security Bureau is not far from the hospital, and Lu Wuchuan arrived at the ward more than ten minutes later.
The moment he pushed the door open, Fang Nuo immediately fell silent and stood up straight: "I'm going to go outside for a walk and get some fresh air!" Then he jumped out like a wild horse that had escaped from the reins. This wild horse was quite civilized. After going out,
Don't forget to close the door.
Lu Wuchuan first went to the bathroom to wash his hands, then went straight to Duan Mo and reached out to her forehead.
"I just measured it and it's not burning anymore." Duan Mo brushed his hand away, "Has Lao Jin arrived?"