The impression given by Guiyong is that he is always taciturn and has a very preoccupied look, as if he has all kinds of incomprehensible melancholy hidden in his heart.
For such a person, speaking eloquently in front of hundreds or even thousands of people, explaining things in an orderly manner, and having such a huge change in personality is indeed a bit unexpected.
However, during the speech, Gui Yong's original strong baritone became shrill and extremely harsh. Anyone who is familiar with it would definitely be surprised that he made such a voice.
It was obvious that he had stage fright.
It is the same for everyone. When speaking in public for the first time, they will be more or less nervous.
Not only that, Xu Siqi could also see that Gui Yong was not giving an impromptu speech, he was memorizing what he said from the script.
The accident was finally handled, and Xu Siqi drove his car, following the slow-moving traffic and passing between the confrontation between the students and the police.
Tuk Tuk!
Someone knocked on the car window.
With a camera hanging around his neck and dressed in casual clothes, Liu Jianming bent down, smiled and raised his hand to Xu Siqi in the car.
Xu Siqi stepped on the brakes and reached out to unlock the passenger door.
Liu Jianming opened the car door, sat down and said, "Hello, Inspector Xu."
"Hello, Section Chief Liu."
Xu Siqi stretched out his hand and shook Liu Jianming's hand.
The car stopped for just a few seconds, and the horn of the car behind kept honking, urging Xu Siqi to drive quickly.
After driving for more than 20 meters, Xu Siqi pulled over and stopped.
"Inspector Xu, is your work going well recently?"
"It's okay..."
Looking at the camera around Liu Jianming's neck, Xu Siqi smiled and said, "Why, Chief Liu has changed his career to become a reporter?"
"Students gathered to cause trouble, and the police station needed to take photos to collect evidence. The Publicity Department didn't have enough manpower. I happened to know how to take photos, so I came over to help take some photos." Liu Jianming explained.
Xu Siqi knew that Liu Jianming was perfunctory. Even if the police station was short of people, he would not let the chief of the anti-smuggling section take photos.
"Inspector Xu, if it's convenient at night, how about we find a place to have a drink?" Liu Jianming's intention was obvious, he still wanted to find an opportunity to get close to Xu Siqi.
Xu Siqi declined and said: "I'm sorry, I have an appointment with Inspector Russell tonight..."
"boom!"
A gunshot was heard from the direction of City Hall.
Xu Siqi was startled and quickly leaned over to look back.
As soon as the gunfire rang out, the students in the gathering scattered on the road as if the camp had been blown up.
Under normal circumstances, the authorities rarely use force to suppress a peaceful gathering with a limited number of people, and at most use high-pressure water hoses to disperse the situation.
Liu Jianming was also surprised. There was no order from above to shoot. Who fired the gun without permission?
If someone loses his life, the nature of the matter will change.
A group of exiled students who had lost their homes chanted slogans in front of the city hall to vent their anger. This is understandable in itself.
The authorities have always adopted a relatively mild approach to this kind of behavior.
After the fall of Northeast China, the National Government did not declare war on the invaders, but actively sought diplomatic channels to solve the problem. The people were already dissatisfied with this behavior that was detrimental to the dignity of the country.
If an exiled student is shot dead in public, it will inevitably trigger a larger-scale protest.
After the Li Shiqun incident, Liu Jianming performed meritoriously in providing clues and was transferred back to the Party Affairs Investigation Division by Xu Enzeng. The chief of the Anti-Smuggling Section of the Police Department only had a superficial identity.
Today he pretended to be a photojournalist and secretly observed whether there were any suspicious targets among the students.
Basically, any compilation meeting against the government has traces of the participation of the Communist Party. This is the experience accumulated by the intelligence department over the years. After all, this is not the first time that this kind of thing has happened.
A plainclothes man hurried over, Liu Jianming pushed the door open and got out of the car, asking: "What's going on? Why did you shoot?"
"It wasn't the police who fired the gun," the plainclothesman replied.
"Who shot that?"
"The gunman was hiding in the post office building and fired. The police department has sent people to search for it."
"Is anyone hurt?"
"A student named Wang Guiyong was injured. The injury was very serious and he was just sent to the hospital." Liu Jianming turned around and said apologetically: "Inspector Xu, I am on official business, so I'm sorry to be with you."
"Okay. You are busy." Xu Siqi said.
Liu Jian walked quickly towards the other side of the street.
Xu Siqi noticed that there were at least five or six plainclothes men gathering across the street from different directions. From the looks of it, they must be Liu Jianming's men.
To the east is the city hall office building, and to the west is the Nanshi Post and Telecommunications Building.
The post and telecommunications office is located on a busy road, and there is usually an endless stream of people coming to mail packages and letters. The police immediately blocked the exit, and everyone was subject to strict questioning.
Of course, the elderly and children will naturally be let go.
"what is your job?"
"When you come to the post office, of course you're going to send a letter."
"There is a mailbox outside, why do you have to come inside?"
"Police officer, you need to affix stamps when sending letters."
"Let's take a look at the documents."
"What's in the suitcase?"
"It's a mess and everything."
"Open."
…
The police officers were divided into two groups, one was checking at the exit, and the other was searching for suspicious persons from floor to floor.
Liu Jianming stood in the lobby on the first floor and looked around.
Shinji looked calm as usual and walked down the stairs, holding a half-foot-square cardboard box in his hand.
The policeman who passed by him only glanced at him briefly. He was just a kid of fifteen or sixteen years old. No one would associate him with the gunman.
There were more than a dozen policemen standing at the door, holding Zhongzheng rifles in their hands.
Shinji walked over with his head lowered. The police also did not ask any questions. They directly classified him as an old man and a child and waved to leave quickly.
Liu Jianming suddenly said: "Child holding a cardboard box, stop."
Shinji stopped and looked at Liu Jianming somewhat at a loss.
"What did you come to the post and telecommunications station for?" Liu Jianming asked.
Shinji whispered: "Come to pick up the package. My uncle sent it to me from Nanyang..."
His reaction was extremely natural, similar to that of most children of the same age, who seemed very embarrassed in front of adults and seemed to lack communication.
Liu Jianming reached out his hand without refusal.
Shinji hesitated for a moment, then handed the carton over.
There is a seal label from the post office on the carton, indicating that there are some music books inside. Thinking of the violin case on Shinji's shoulder, it basically conforms to the logic of the behavior.
"Can I open it?" Liu Jianming asked.
Shinji was silent for a while and said softly: "Don't damage my book."
Liu Jianming was also hesitant. He didn't doubt Shinji, he just had a professional instinct and felt that he should check the sealed carton.
Stab!
Liu Jianming took out the key, cut the seal of the carton with a slight swipe, and revealed a beautifully printed copperplate book: "The Complete Collection of Famous Violin Songs."
Suddenly there was a commotion upstairs, followed by the sound of rapid footsteps.