As the director of the Municipal Drug Control Office and deputy director in charge of criminal investigation, drug control and other work, Han Bo's first thing he did when he officially took office was to mourn.

After attending the first party committee meeting after taking office, Han Bo talked with Song Wen, who was waiting for handover in the office of the deputy director, for more than half an hour. Accompanied by the deputy director of the bureau office and a policeman from the political department, Han Bo rushed to the hospital first to comfort the relatives of several comrades who were being treated in the hospital, and then rushed to Yang Wenjin's home without stopping.

When a new official takes office, he says something and does something.

Compared to visiting relatives of the sacrificed comrades, many people want to know more about what he talked to Song Wen in the office or Song Wen in the office.

When he went in, his face was solemn, and when he came out, he was expressionless. Both of them were like this.

There was no third person present during the handover, and no news came from inside, which surprised many people. Song Wen was because of his step down. No matter what, Song Wen had worked as the deputy director in charge of criminal investigation for several years. Although he did not interfere with some things within the team, it did not mean that Song Wen was really easy to bully.

For fear that Song Wen would not be able to make the decision, Secretary Meng and Minister Jiang from the Organization Department had a special talk with him before announcing the appointment and removal. Now it seems that the leaders' heart-to-heart talks played a role.

Han Bo doesn’t know what others think or think.

Taking the opportunity to get out of the car and get some air, I walked to the side of the road and called back Lao Lu's phone number.

From the morning to now, more than a dozen unanswered, all of them were called by Lao Lu. In Lao Lu's mind, Han Bo is still a young boy who just started working, and he is still a young cadre who has just reported it. He is always worried about this and that. He is not as busy as before, so he calls when he is free.

"Don't worry, although the situation is a bit complicated, it is not as exaggerated as others say."

Han Bo looked back at the car parked downstairs of Yang Wenjin's house and looked like a few leaders who had just walked into the doorway. In the dialect of his hometown, "There is nothing in the world, and people disturb him. I think this is very reasonable. Many problems and contradictions occur and even intensify, because some people think of it and spread it, and perhaps it has something to do with face.

For example, Executive Deputy Director Huang Zhonghai and Deputy Director Xie Zhihua have been working for decades and have held many positions. As old comrades and party members, how could they openly oppose Secretary Meng’s leadership? Organizing principles are required? Besides, the Public Security Bureau is a government department with quasi-military management. As long as you wear a police uniform, you must obey orders and obey commands."

"Han Bo, are you saying they are in a dilemma now?"

"I think it should be that although the old director was transferred from the Public Security Bureau, he did not transfer much, and there was a change in the appointment. Luo was expected to be the most popular at the time. Meng was not even on the public list. Where did Luo's face be put? For several deputy directors, if they showed firmness and determination to obey Secretary Meng's leadership, what would others think?"

"Onstanders are clear, you have some reason for your analysis. Don't interfere. If you have the opportunity, you can resolve it. If you don't have the opportunity, you can forget it." Lao Lu was deeply touched when he thought of the embarrassing situation of some cadres in Laoliangzhuang when he retreated to the second line.

"I won't talk about it anymore. I am the deputy leader of the funeral team. I'm going to see it just now."

"Go to go busy. How many first-level heroes and models can be found in the country? The funeral of first-level heroes and models is not a trivial matter. We must help others handle their affairs behind us in a grand manner."

"I will."

The hero's body is in the funeral home, and the best makeup artist in the city is helping to organize the remains. Friends and relatives are unable to pay tribute to the tribute for the time being, so relatives set up a small mourning hall at home.

From the door opening to the corridor, from the corridor to his living room, and to three rooms that were not big, they were filled with wreaths and elegy couplets. Most of the living in the building and even the entire community were political and legal police officers. Not only did the neighbors in the building not come to object because they were wreaths in place, but instead came to help spontaneously.

For example, his house is small, and after setting up a mourning hall, it is filled with wreaths, leaving only a little place to settle down. Those who come to pay their respects can only take turns entering, and they can't stand in the corridor, let alone a place to sit and rest.

The doors from the first floor to the sixth floor are open. Leaders, comrades, friends, relatives and even drug users who have helped Deputy Captain Yang Wenjin can go in and wait, there is a place to sit, tea, and a dedicated person is responsible for registration.

Whoever has been there and how much money is left behind, everything needs to be recorded.

Yang's lover and daughter seemed to have expressed their opinions last night. Yang's detachment was honest and self-disciplined and open-minded when he was alive, and never got a penny of money he shouldn't have to take. He passed away and could not accept a penny of gifts he shouldn't have to accept.

If you stay, you will have to return it in the future. If you don’t have to return it, you can only donate it.

Those who have come to pay their respects will come to visit their homes if they have anything to do in the future...

His wife, his daughter whom he is about to start working, including his younger brother, sister and sister-in-law, is so reasonable that it is heartbreaking.

If it wasn't for leaving in a hurry, this would have been a happy family.

Now, the four walls are speechless, on the white walls and in the black frame, there are only Yang Wenjin's firm gaze and familiar smile.

Looking around, wreaths and elegiac couplets convey people's grief and tell the story of a hero.

It may be due to the light or psychological factors. When you walk into this small mourning hall, you seem to lose the brightness of the past, appearing low and quiet. A cold current in early spring hits through the empty window, making the sad people feel even more chill.

"Director Han, it's not convenient. I want to report some work." The political commissar of the anti-drug team has been here to help. I don't know how to assist in the reception from last night to now. Thank you, how many relatives and friends have been sent away. He has never closed his eyes overnight and looks very haggard.

Han Bo nodded, held the hand of Yang's lover again, and said sincerely: "Sister-in-law, Xiaohui, I know you are very sad and sad. In fact, I am as sad as you. No matter what comfort words are, you are pale and powerless. You know my mobile phone number. No matter what happens in the future, just call me."

"Thank you, thank you, Director Han."

"Thank you, Uncle Han..."

This is what you are most afraid of as a leader, especially the leader of a public security organ.

With an extremely painful mood, Han Bo walked with political commissar Gao of the drug control team to the living room of the upstairs. There were six or seven people sitting in the living room, most of whom were police officers in their forties, but there was only one third-level police supervisor. They stood up to salute each other.

No one knew, it should be all colleagues on the anti-drug front. Han Bo hurriedly replied with a gift.

There was a man in a suit who didn't salute and sat among everyone, and he should have the highest status.

This is not a report on the work. Political Commissar Gao showed a look of apologetic expression and introduced nervously: "Report to Bureau Han, Deputy Director Guo came from Chengdu overnight, Bureau Liao, Bureau Bao, and Corps Tang also came overnight, and had dinner with Team Zhu of our Provincial Department at noon..."

It turned out that the suit was a deputy director of the Public Security Department of the neighboring province, and the other were deputy directors of the public security bureaus of the surrounding cities, county bureau directors or municipal bureau leaders. They, together with the Deputy Captain Zhu Qing of the Provincial Drug Control Corps, and the newly-dead Deputy Captain Yang Wenjin, were students of the same class of the Provincial Department's Drug Control Team that year.

Corps Zhu once said that only three of the more than 40 people were left at that time, and they were still banning drugs.

These people in front of them are no longer banned from drugs and have all taken up leadership positions, but no one can say that they are deserters. As the earliest group of anti-drug police officers, almost all of them have been injured and have won the lottery. No one can erase their contributions on the anti-drug front back then.

"Mr. Han, I have heard of Daming for a long time, please sit down."

Deputy Director Guo shook Han Bo's hand and asked him to sit beside him.

The memorial service was held two days later. They were busier than the other. It was impossible for them to wait until that day, so they sat here to hold a memorial service, recalling the scene of being trained together and fighting drugs together.

When you talk about happiness, you laugh when you talk about sadness.

Han Bo had just sat down and listened for a while, Yang Xiaohui, the daughter of the Yang Detachment, was brought up by Zhu Qing, deputy chief of the Provincial Department's Anti-Drug Corps, and asked her to sit aside and listen to his father quietly.

This is a memorial service that Dongping Municipal Bureau did not know about. The political commissar of the anti-drug detachment who was qualified to participate in the past and played the role of a waiter.

The leaders who came to pay their respects came one after another like a lantern, including many deputy department-level leaders. None of them knew that there was such an event upstairs, and they were not invited to participate.

Han Bozheng guessed why he was sitting here, and Deputy Director Guo suddenly said: "Deputy Director Han, Yang Wenjin is an excellent police officer, a recognized anti-drug hero. He devotes almost all his limited life to public security work, especially anti-drug work, leaving only tears of regret for his family and relatives.

He has never had any relationship in his life. He can go to the position of deputy department-level leadership for everything, and it is all for life. I was transferred later, and before I was transferred, he was injured seven times. The most terrible time was not the explosion of a grenade, which was too fast and there was no time to be afraid."

"Old Guo, which time did you say?" No one here except Han Bo regards him as the deputy director. A first-level police inspector with gray hair suddenly asked.

"A few days ago, I was transferred, and I caught a group of drug dealers. One of them hugged his arm and bit it. He bit it desperately, and the meat was almost bitten off. After I opened it, the little bastard smiled like crazy. We thought it was strange. After the review and investigation, I realized that he had AIDS. He wanted to spread AIDS to Lao Yang."

Deputy Director Guo rolled up his sleeves, pointed to his arm and said, "It's probably the only place. Lao Yang didn't know at the time. He thought it was a skin injury, so he went to the hospital to sew more than a dozen stitches. We knew we were afraid. Lao Zhu and I quickly took him back to the hospital and asked the doctor to cut off the piece of meat that had just sewn, for fear of being infected."

Liu Xiaohui has heard of these things for the first time. She only knew that there was a big scar on her father's left arm, and a scar that was concave. Who knew that the scar was caused by this? The more I thought about it, the sadder I felt, and I sat on the side and cried in tears.

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Chapter completed!