Police Detective

The atmosphere in the courtyard was like wartime.

Xiao Se was nervous, and everyone's expressions were ashen.

Several lawyers who came to the detention center to interrogate criminal suspects became silent and walked much faster when they saw the police.

There was no one in the conference room. Sun Tang was still in the hospital. Lying on the table were the case history book written by Yu Dechen and the flower glasses scattered on the table.

The Ma detachment arrived at the conference room and gently picked up this booklet.

Bai Song also saw this booklet. Next to it was a 155-page prosecution opinion written by Yu Dechen himself.

A prosecution opinion of more than 70,000 words can basically write a doctoral thesis.

The horse detachment rolled over, stood there, and closed its eyes.

Everyone was silent.

"How are you?" The door of the conference room was suddenly pushed open, and the Ma detachment opened its eyes.

"Yin Bureau, Tian Bureau, people are gone." Ma detachment said softly.

Director Yin and Director Tian had actually known the result for a long time, but when they heard from the Ma detachment, Director Yin sighed heavily: "If he died in the line of duty, I will report it to the municipal bureau. I will report this matter to the municipal party committee and government. Report to the Ministry of Public Security."

Then, Director Yin turned to Director Tian and said, "Director Tian, ​​please inform the family members and pay attention to the methods. Forget it. Don't notify. Drive to his house and pick them up."

Director Yin arranged a few words and took two thick booklets from the Ma detachment.

"The gentleness of the gentleman is as strong as his vitality, which has already penetrated the heart and spleen of people." Director Yin looked at it and said softly.

As the sub-director of the Public Security Bureau, Director Yin is a true expert in the public security department, an expert among experts. This is an extremely neat booklet with powerful fonts and no faults at all. Director Yin put down the book and didn't know what to say. What, turned around and left the conference room.

Yu Dechen's death seemed to have spread throughout Jiuhe District in less than half an hour.

In the open space at the entrance of the Criminal Investigation Detachment, some cars came one after another. Within half an hour, there were about thirty or forty cars parked at the door such as Volkswagen Magotan, Passat, and Audi A6.

There were so many people, but no one said anything, and there was no noise at all. Many of them were brought in by drivers. The security guard at the door could only ask the leader for instructions and let them all go.

There were more and more people in the yard. Normally, Director Tian, ​​Detachment Ma and others would have to say hello, but at this time, they were facing a more important group of people at the same time - Master Yu's family.

The hospital had already issued a death notice, and the body had been sent to an ice cellar for temporary storage. Master Yu's wife was now gray-haired.

What the Ma detachment is most afraid of at this time, and what they are least willing to face, is Yu Dechen's wife and children.

In a precious and important place, the Ma detachment placed some of Dechen's relics in front of his wife, Ms. Wang.

A few photos, a few simple merit medals - first class merit, a few notebooks, some small sundries, two boxes of books - that's almost all Yu Dechen put in his work unit.

"Sister-in-law, I feel sorry for Old Yu." Director Tian stood in front of Yu Dechen's wife, his face full of solemnity, "I have a responsibility."

The Ma detachment opened its mouth but said nothing.

Next to Ms. Wang are her son, who is about to turn 30 this year, and her grandson, who is over one year old. At this time, the Ma detachment was thinking that if Lao Yu's wife and son cried loudly here and asked them what these leaders do for food, he would feel better, but no, some were just silent, even if they didn't know how to The little grandson who spoke was very quiet, blinking his big eyes and looking at everyone.

Ms. Wang picked up a first-class merit medal, gently touched the cold medal, picked it up slowly, turned around and put it in her grandson's hand.

"Thank you, Comrade Director. If I have a choice, I still hope that he can make a difference." Ms. Wang's voice was not loud, but it made Bai Song's eyes wet.

At this time, the door was slowly opened. The person who opened the door was Director Yin. There were seven or eight people standing behind him. Bai Song had seen at least four or five of them in video conferences and newspapers. At this time, they also lined up and walked to where Ms. Wang and her son were. In front of them, the first person, a leader of the Municipal Party Committee, shook Ms. Wang's hand and said: "We feel very sorry for this. Comrade Yu Dechen is a great and advanced party member comrade. His sacrifice is the responsibility of Tianhua City." On behalf of the Tianhua Municipal Party Committee and Government, I would like to bring you some condolences. This person has passed away, but the living are like this."

"Thank you, I'll go to the hospital first." Ms. Wang didn't attach much importance to any of this. In the end, she couldn't help but burst into tears. The horse detachment immediately handed over a clean hot towel.

Ms. Wang wanted to go to the hospital. No one stopped her. She walked at the front, followed by leaders from the city and district. When she arrived at the courtyard, there were already hundreds of people standing densely packed in the courtyard.

The moment everyone saw Ms. Wang, they all moved out of the way and bowed their heads in salute.

Bai Song did not follow the team to the hospital again and sent everyone out of the yard. He walked back to the conference room in despair and sat quietly in the corner alone.

From the moment he became a policeman, Bai Song had sworn to join the party, not to be afraid of sacrifice, and always ready to give his life for the country. But when he really saw this moment, Bai Song couldn't help but shed tears.

He didn't dare to look up, but he wanted to see if Master Yu would continue to appear here?

Not anymore, never again.

The "12·01" project has been approaching a hundred days since it was initiated. During the morning meal, Bai Song heard that there was zero sacrifice in going abroad to handle the case, and he was somewhat grateful for it. Unexpectedly, Master Yu would die in his beloved job. On the post.

Bai Song looked at the reading glasses still scattered on the table, looked at the documents in the two cabinets next to him, and then thought of Master Yu's words and deeds, and he understood something.

Master, he will definitely have no regrets.

How many people can do this in their lifetime?

Looking at the flower mirror, Bai Song wanted to put it away and stretched out his hand, but in the end he couldn't get it. How much does Bai Song hope that the warmth of the master has always existed on this flower mirror?

At noon, under the gray sky, it began to rain lightly, and Sun Tang came back.

Sun Tang's eyes were red. He looked at Bai Song's appearance. He exhaled and punched Bai Song's shoulder: "Master Yu, before you leave, give me the burden here. The road he has not finished yet, we Master and disciple, how about finishing the journey together for him?"

"Okay." Bai Song looked at the master and nodded vigorously.

"If it's convenient," the voice of a middle-aged man unfamiliar to Bai Song came from the door: "I'll help too."