The spring rain is endless, moistening things silently.

The weather was fine when I was resting last night. There was no pollution here, and I could even see the stars. It was not until I woke up in the morning and walked out of the small hotel. Feng Jinhui and Gao Xueping, who rushed back to the town overnight, found that it was raining in the second half of the night.

They got up early, and Ding Yang, the director of the Kawashima Police Station, came earlier.

Following the muddy street, I took the two to the stall opposite the vegetable market for breakfast, and drove along the bumpy mountain road, and arrived at Fenghuang Village, located in the southwest corner of Chuanxia Town.

This is a veritable small mountain village. Looking around, low houses are built at the foot of the mountain. In the sky washed by rain, there are a few white clouds floating, and a large green wheat field in the distance, happily absorbing the gifts given by the earth.

Following the direction of the mountain road, there is a small river passing through the entrance of the village, which is winding and twisting. It may be because it rained at night, and the river water looks very turbid.

The tractor is both an agricultural machinery and a means of transportation. A hand-held tractor with a carriage emits black smoke and makes a deafening roar, passing by the van.

Gao Xueping noticed that the carriage was filled with elderly people and children, and there were very few young and middle-aged people who came over and saw them. They could imagine that they could go out to work and went out. Most of the people who lived in this quiet mountain village were elderly people and left-behind children.

The van drove over the cement bridge and slowly drove into the village.

As the villagers looked at each curiously, they turned left and right, and finally stopped in front of a very distinctive and historic stage. Ding Yang pulled out the key, pulled the handbrake, and pointed to the front of the left: "Feng Da, Team Gao, this is the village office. I'll talk to the old branch secretary. Don't get off the car, and I will call in time if there is any progress."

As soon as I opened my mouth, the villagers knew that they were outsiders, and they could only rely on other people's help when they got here.

Feng Jinhui nodded: "Okay, we'll wait in the car."

"So Ding, bring these two packs of cigarettes." Gao Xueping grabbed Ding Yang's clothes and stuffed the remaining two packs of cigarettes in the bag over.

This is not a polite place, and now it is not a polite time. Ding Yang was not pretentious, so he took the cigarette and smiled, took the place he picked up and ran to the village committee that was diagonally opposite.

All signs show that the suspect is not without alertness, but his alertness is not particularly high.

He went to Donghai with six other young men and two girls in the village on the ninth day of the first lunar month. After arriving in Donghai, he did not work together. He went to the electronics factory and went to the construction site.

From the Spring Festival to now, I have only been together with my fellow villagers once, and I still have to take things that my mother asked people who went to Donghai to take to bring in. I rarely contact each other and only make a few phone calls occasionally. The fellow villagers in Donghai not only don’t know which construction site he is at, but even which district he is in.

It is not easy to get his specific position smoothly, but now we can only trust the young police station manager.

Feng Jinhuiyao looked at the village office diagonally opposite, took out his cell phone, and called the person in charge of the arrest team who arrived in Donghai overnight.

"Mingdong, where are you?"

How could the Longhua Branch not pay attention to the murders that occurred in the jurisdiction of Longhua Branch?

Considering that Donghai is a municipality with a higher administrative level than Shenzheng, Zhu Mingdong, a member of the Party Committee of the Bureau, led the team personally. If it weren't for not being able to leave, the deputy director in charge of criminal investigation would definitely take action himself.

Zhu Mingdong looked back at the four young criminal police officers accompanying him, held his cell phone and whispered in Dongguan dialect: "Feng Da, we meet at the People's Square Metro Station, Line 1, Line 2 and Line 8, so it is more convenient to go anywhere."

"We just arrived at the village where the suspect's home is located. The local police station comrades are trying to find a solution. It may take you two or three hours."

"It doesn't matter. As long as you can catch him back, it will be fine for how long you can wait."

"You can't put eggs in a basket, you must be prepared to ask Donghai colleagues for help."

"Don't worry, as soon as we received the order from Bureau Han, we were ready for both."

Assistance must be asked to help from Donghai colleagues. The problem now is that Donghai is too big and I don’t know which district the suspect is hiding in. You can’t just go to Donghai Municipal Bureau, which has a higher unit level than the Shenzhen Municipal Bureau, to ask for help, right? What’s more, when you go to the provincial department level, you are no longer responsible for specific cases. The administrative level of Donghai Municipal Bureau is higher than that of Dongguan Provincial Department, and you will not care about ordinary murder cases.

If the old senior who "accidentally handles the case" cannot find the specific position of the suspect, Zhu Mingdong can only take the introduction letter one branch and one branch to run.

Although "the public security in the world is a family", it is a troublesome to ask for help from others for help.

Zhu Mingdong really didn't want to ask for help everywhere, so he put away his cell phone and sat on his suitcase. He looked at the bustling people at the exit of the subway station and secretly prayed that the "accident handling" could find out where the suspect was hiding.

In fact, what "accidental case handling" can do now is to wait.

Ding Yang knew that the former instructor and the current leader of the Shenzheng Municipal Bureau had sent criminal police to Donghai to stand by. He could do whatever it takes to arrest Wang Xue Dongshenzheng Municipal Bureau. Whether the suspect can be successfully arrested is all counting on him, the small police station leader. Thinking about it, there is really a little pressure.

Just like the old branch secretary, there is no need to hide it.

He handed a cigarette again and whispered: "Secretary Chen, the comrade from the Shenzheng Municipal Public Security Bureau came to arrest people in my jurisdiction. I can't ask clearly. The evidence is conclusive! Wang Xuedong has both the time and the motive for the crime. On the day of the incident, he did have a dispute with the victim, and even competed with DNA. Life is at stake, and this is not a trivial matter!"

It may have something to do with the family environment, so the boy's personality is indeed a bit of a problem.

In the village, I rarely speak.

Not to mention seeing the village cadres or seeing the elders of the Wang family, they didn’t say hello.

But this does not mean that he is weak. In fact, he is not only stubborn but also impulsive. Last summer, Yang Bao's wife, who likes to take advantage of her, went to his field to pick up some unharvested wheat ears. She had a quarrel with his mother. He picked up the hoe and rushed over. If several villagers hadn't responded quickly and grabbed it in time, Yang Bao's wife would probably have been bleeding.

But no matter what, he is both the pillar of the family and the only one.

Killing people is a life-threatening one's life. If you eat a gun, a family will be over.

The old branch secretary was not shocked but worried now. After smoking for a while, he looked up and said, "Murdering is not a business of other things. It will definitely not be guaranteed. Can you plead with the comrades from the Shenzhen-zheng Public Security Bureau and help him get leniency?"

"How to fight for this?"

"Speaking of this, I have some trouble with his family, and it is also considered his relatives. Don't you have a policy? Relatives will also surrender themselves if they take the initiative to cooperate. Isn't it now that I advocate less killing and cautiously killing? Maybe I can get a reprieve of death. As long as I am not shot and can save my life, the family will have hope."

Wang Xuedong's family was originally a very poor household.

If Wang Xuedong is sentenced to death, his family will be completely lost. Now his mother can farm and can barely make a living. In another ten or twenty years, who will raise a weak and sick old lady or an old man lying in bed all day?

Not to mention how much damage would be to the family if Wang Xuedong's arrest betrayal? Maybe Wang Xuedong's case has not yet arrived in court, so his family will have a life first.

The two old men have no hope, no hope, and it is meaningless to live. Living is suffering. If you live one day, you will be laughed at for a day. Thinking about it, you will have a chance to seek your own opinions.

Ding Yang thought the old secretary's words were very reasonable. The key was that this was not a matter of being able to be compatible. He took a sip of cigarettes and sighed: "Secretary Chen, the matter is not as simple as you think. Nowadays, big cities have strict management of foreign populations. Donghai can be said to be the strictest in the country. If you are caught without a temporary residence permit, you will have to be fined. After the fine is fined, you will have his records. You can find it out after checking it online!

Even if he didn't go to apply for a temporary residence permit and was lucky enough to be caught, where could he escape? Whatever he does now is real-name system. He goes to the train station to buy a ticket, and the railway police will know immediately. He pursues the fugitives online, chases the fugitives across the country, and he has no way to escape even if the net of sky is wide."

In order to let the old branch secretary completely dispel the idea of ​​bargaining with his colleagues in Shenzheng, Ding Yang struck while the hot: "Also, the comrades of the Shenzheng Public Security Bureau have his mobile phone number. Now the science and technology are so developed, they just don't want to kill the chicken and play the slaughter. If we hesitate about major issues, they will definitely use technical means."

The old village party secretary can be said to be the most knowledgeable person in the village. He didn't think the police station manager was exaggerating. He sighed again and frowned and asked, "Is there no need to talk about it?"

"There is no need to talk about it. If you and I really speak out, they will not only find a way to arrest it themselves, but they may also inform our provincial department of the matter. Cooperating with the public security organs to handle cases and provide cooperation with public security organs in other places is our responsibility and obligation, and we will all be criticized at that time."

"Xiao Wang-Ba-dan, I can't go to work wherever I go, but I just have to go to Shenzheng. It would be great to find a job to do in Shenzheng, but I was so brave to kill people!"

"Everyone is responsible for what he does, and if he kills someone, he will be punished by law."

"I'm guilty, hey!"

The old branch secretary shook his head, slapped the table three times, stood up, walked out of the office with cigarette in his mouth, and walked out of the office with both hands behind his back. When passing the stage, he slowed down and looked into the car a few times, then walked towards an alley without looking back.

"So Ding, who was the one just now?" As soon as Ding Yang got into the car, Gao Xueping asked anxiously.

"Village Party Secretary," Ding Yang looked at the rearview mirror and turned around and explained: "I went there yesterday. It is not appropriate to go there again today. Secretary Chen is an old party member and comrade. He is completely trustworthy about major issues. The suspect's parents also trust him very much. He either doesn't nod, and it will be fine if he clicks."

Gao Xueping was really unsure whether the village cadres could be reliable or not.

But now that things have come to this, I can only accept this reality.

Feng Jinhui was not worried about alerting the enemy. He did not trust the village party secretary who had just passed by, but trusted the young police station leader next to him very much. He seemed to know that the "boss" sitting in the back row was very nervous at the moment, so he simply took out his cell phone to dial the phone to the bureau leader.

"Director Han, I, Feng Jinhui, Xiao Gao and I are in Phoenix Village. Famous teachers are good disciples. With your favorite students, this task is like traveling. We don't have to worry about anything. OK, Comrade Ding Yang, Director Han, please answer the phone."

What is "famous teachers produce great disciples"?

I know others, but they may not know me, not necessarily not.

Ding Yang was ridiculous and could not let Feng Jinhui down. The leader of the Shenzhen Municipal Bureau was waiting on the other end of the phone, so he could only take the phone and said, "Hello Director Han, I am Ding Yang, the director of the Chuanshi Police Station of Longchuan County Public Security Bureau. What instructions do you have?"

The young man was a little interesting and directly applied for his current position, rather than saying that I am a student from which class of the Communist Party of China.

After working together for so long, Han Bo knew very well that there were not many police officers who could get Feng Jinhui's eyes, but not only praised the police station manager on the other end of the phone, but even worked hard to help build relationships. This shows how outstanding the young dispatchers are.

"Comrade Ding Yang, thank you for your great help. The Nanhe River is too far away and I can't pull it away, so I can only thank you on the phone. I'll ask Feng Da to give you my mobile phone number later. If you have the opportunity to come to Shenzhen Zhengzhou to handle the case, you must call me and give me a chance to thank you in person."

Ding Yang didn't know what kind of person Han Bo was. He didn't know much about what kind of person Han Bo was. He didn't expect that the leader had no airs and was so polite to speak.

"Report to Director Han, you are so kind. It is my job to provide cooperation with my brothers' public security organs."

How many heroes and models can there be in the national public security system?

His second-level hero and model title was made by cracking down on false VAT special invoices. They were made by Tongcheng's madman. Han Bo admired Ding Yang, the police station chief who was rooted in the grassroots, and said meaningfully: "Comrade Ding Yang, I only learned about your hero and model deeds today. It's a good example. I didn't embarrass the Duke. I believe we will have the chance to meet."

Ding Yang really wanted to say that I just did what a police officer should do, but when he said that, he felt embarrassed and held his cell phone tightly and didn't know how to answer it.

Such heroes should be promoted more, and more reports should be given to students from the Public Security University. Students who are about to enter the public security team should be inspired by their heroes and models.

Han Bo decided to pay attention to the former department leader. The current school leader recommended this hero and model student who had gone out of the Public University. He no longer said polite words, nor did he care about reminiscing about the past, and said bluntly: "Comrade Ding Yang, I have something to do. Let's go here today and contact me if I have the opportunity."

"yes!"

Human encounters are really important. If he were in the Shenzhen-zheng Public Security System, he would definitely be reused by the Han Bureau.

Gao Xuepingzheng was filled with emotion. The old branch secretary who had just passed by a while ago walked over with his hands behind his back, knocked on the cab window, took out a wrinkled piece of paper from his pocket, and looked in front of Ding Yang: "The construction site has no door number. This is the mailing address of the construction site that the construction site has sent something to the people on the construction site. Everyone on the construction site will go to the convenience store to get it."

The old branch secretary takes the lead!

I knew that it would be absolutely fine with him. I didn’t expect that things would be done so smoothly and so quickly. Ding Yang was about to take out a cigarette to thank him. The old branch secretary was already walking towards the village office with his hands on his back, muttering in his local dialect, "I'm committing a sin."

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Chapter completed!