At noon, Xu Hai was eating his meal with his bowl in hand, while talking to Zhou Liu:
"Last time, a colleague who encountered this kind of thing was directly transferred to a new position and received a lot more salary. Now it is an information society with self-media. Not only can they use the camera, but we can too."
When it comes to law enforcement under camera, Xu Hai is well-placed to speak. On Saturday, he slurped a mouthful of noodles and asked:
"Then how did you leave the criminal police team at that time?"
Xu Hai put his arm around Zhou Liuyi's neck:
"This process of rule of law construction is like the growth of a person. We also need to give our country's legal system some time to improve."
Zhou Liu tilted his head and said:
“Then this process is too long.”
By the afternoon, the official media also reported the news. On Saturday, I saw a reporter interviewing the woman with the baby on the Internet. She said to the camera:
"I was so scared at the time. The man rushed towards me and I had already avoided him. I was with my child, so I would rather get hurt than let the child get hurt. But the man must be a fugitive. In order to avoid the police, he deliberately knocked my child away.
I was really scared, but luckily the policeman behind me came over and helped me catch the child.
Originally, I wanted to thank the police in person, but the scene was too chaotic. After all, the child had fallen, so I had to take the child to the hospital for a check-up. The child was fine.
But after I got out, I wanted to thank that police officer, but I didn’t know how to contact him.
I left a message on the WeChat public account of the Sanjiang Public Security Bureau, but the reply was:
Any policeman would do that.
But now, I still want to take this platform to say something to that young police officer:
Thanks!"
Also interviewed was the enthusiastic stall owner who took out his rolling pin to help Huang Qingmei.
The stall owner pulled up his chef's uniform, adjusted his hat, and smiled:
"I didn't think too much about it at the time. The police must be arresting bad guys, so why shouldn't I lend a hand?"
Then, he did not forget to promote his own business, and gave the cameraman a look, asking him to point the camera at his sign:
"Everyone is welcome to come and try my Nandaemun steamed buns with vegetables. They are delicious and affordable, and are a specialty of our Sanjiang!"
In the camera, fireworks are billowing and the crowd is bustling.
The ending is a TV station interviewing Huang Qingmei. Huang Qingmei is already very beautiful. After changing into a police uniform, she looks even more heroic and valiant, making people unable to take their eyes away. She said to the camera with grace:
"It is our duty as police officers to arrest criminals and protect the people!"
At this moment, Huang Qingmei was watching this segment repeatedly, and she also had to reply to messages from others. Huang Qingmei smoothed her hair and replied one by one:
"We have to complete the unit's tasks. They are all assigned by the leaders."
"Mom, stop showing it to other people. I was only on the news once, wasn't I?"
…
Li Hua was also busy replying to messages from other units in the branch:
"We just lent a hand in the case of the Public Security Brigade. It's nothing."
"Only about twenty people were arrested. I heard that this fund had tens of millions of yuan."
…
Hu Liang asked several new people to go upstairs to sort out the case files on Saturday, while Huang Qingmei was sitting at the comprehensive post downstairs.
After a while, there was a loud noise downstairs. Zhou Liuyi and Li Hua hurried downstairs. Huang Qingmei was already crying anxiously, with tears rolling down her beautiful face. Her originally delicate and beautiful makeup was now almost ruined by tears:
"I can't get a criminal record certificate. I just can't get one. Stop being unreasonable! I'm just a temporary worker. I have to follow the rules and regulations. Can you please stop making things difficult for me?"
But the man who came to issue the certificate seemed even more anxious than Huang Qingmei, and was almost on his knees:
"I beg you, please give me a clear criminal record!
My workplace really needs this, and I also need this job to get my household registration, buy a house, and get married!
If there is no proof, my life will be ruined!"
Is it that exaggerated?
Huang Qingmei reluctantly showed him the computer backend, and it was obvious that she had read it more than once. It was a record saved on the public security department's intranet:
"During the Spring Festival of 2015, you set off fireworks in the community and were administratively detained. The impact was bad at the time and it is recorded. This is clearly a criminal record, so we cannot issue you a certificate of no criminal record!"
As soon as Zhou Liuyi came down, Huang Qingmei told Zhou Liuyi:
"This guy has come several times and insisted on forcing us to get a certificate of no criminal record, but how can we get one?"
Seeing that more people were coming, Lin Qinghua, holding a pile of copies of household registration books, ID cards, degree certificates and other documents in his hand, wailed:
"I just set off some firecrackers in my neighborhood, just to cheer my family up. Is it that serious? I really want to go back to work in a state-owned enterprise!"
Zhang Guilan also came out to persuade him personally:
"Regulations are regulations. I am very sad about your experience, but we must never violate the laws and regulations of the country."
Lin Qinghua wiped the tears from his face helplessly, knelt down directly, and hugged Zhang Guilan's thighs:
"I beg you, officer, please give me a clear criminal record! I promise I will never set off fireworks in the neighborhood again in my life!"
Xu Hai was right beside him, his expression cold:
"Tsk, you just set off a string of firecrackers and that's a crime? I've even seen people sentenced to suspended death penalty for eating dumplings without dipping them in vinegar."
Li Hua looked at his master:
"No?"
Xu Haidao:
"He got drunk and started a disturbance in a restaurant, forcing people to eat dumplings with vinegar, and slapped them if they refused. People called him a psychopath, but when he sobered up the next day, he not only did not repent, but took a knife and stabbed the people.
This is called eating dumplings without dipping them in vinegar and being sentenced to suspended death penalty."
After hearing what Xu Hai said, Lin Qinghua not only did not restrain himself, but rolled on the ground.
The director was startled and came out with a dark face. He grabbed the man with a pair of iron hands like pliers:
“Do you know me?
When you set off fireworks on New Year's Eve, I was on duty and I was the one who dealt with you. Your fireworks blew up all the neighbors' windows and even a child's hand. He will be disabled for the rest of his life.
How can you ask me to give you a certificate of no criminal record?"
Lin Qinghua said weakly:
“We all lost money later…”
The director’s loud voice scares everyone:
"Compensation? How much money is needed to fix the child's hand? You spent the New Year in a carefree way, but the child will never have a good New Year in his life.
You have a good job, but other people’s children will be disabled for life and no normal company will hire them!
Get as far away from me as you can. If you still don't know what's good for you, I'll charge you with obstruction of public service!"
Lin Qinghua was intimidated by the ferocious director, but he still did not give up:
"It's been so many years, why won't you let me go?"
The director doesn't tolerate this kind of people at all:
"What? We won't let you go? Who will let that child go for the rest of his life?"
The director took out his cell phone:
"You call the child, the parents, the doctor, and ask if the hand can be healed? Ask how they eat with chopsticks? Ask how they answer questions in the middle school entrance exam and the college entrance exam?"
Lin Qinghua was so frightened that he stepped back repeatedly.
The director said sternly:
"roll!"
Lin Qinghua then walked out of the house with his tail between his legs like a lost dog. Zhou Liuyi saw him calling home:
"Dad, I can't go back to that job anymore. Can you please refund the down payment for the house? Since I don't work there, there's no need to buy a house near my workplace."
"Honey, I'm sorry, my job is gone, but don't worry, I can definitely find a similar job."
…
Xu Hai finished smoking a cigarette:
"Don't be too compassionate. According to our current laws and case handling procedures, it is almost impossible to wrongly convict a good person. I went to the hospital to see the child later. His fingers were broken and he was not recovering well. If you get close to him, you can smell a foul odor."
Zhou Liuyi and Li Hua looked at each other in bewilderment. Li Hua, in particular, immediately called home:
"Dad, you haven't committed any crime, have you? No one has ever been caught for drunk driving or soliciting prostitution, right? This thing actually requires a political review. If I can't pass the political review, my job will be ruined!"
When the father over there heard this, he said in a loud voice:
"You should give me a test first! You haven't even started working yet, but you're interrogating your father first. What the hell!"
…
The director called Zhou Liuyi to his office.
Fu Sheng has been busy with cases during this period, and his eye sockets are sunken and his dark circles look heavier than before .
Li Hua quickly ran away:
"Going to the director's office is just like going to the head teacher's office. I still have several inspections to write."
After sitting down, the director looked a little tired. Zhou Liuyi was about to say a few words of concern, but the director said:
"How much did you write in the inspection?"
Saturday was tense:
“I’m still writing.”
In fact, he didn't write a single word because he never thought he was wrong.
The director said:
"You see, if you commit any violation of rules, discipline or law, you cannot become a public official. You must learn from your mistakes and think more when handling things. You must protect the lives and property of the people, but also be careful not to violate the law."
Saturday, as always, with a sincere attitude:
"I'll pay attention next time."
But next time, Zhou Liuyi will definitely not be honest and will do all kinds of tricks again.
The director looked at Zhou Liuyi as if he was looking at a student who was good at studying but very naughty. He couldn't control him. He couldn't control him:
"Remember Secretary Li, the one you caught gambling?"
At one o'clock on Saturday, Xu Hai took him and Zhang Sirui to catch gamblers. They caught a bunch of people, including small business owners and public officials. He was deeply impressed. It was obvious that public officials reacted more strongly to the crackdown on gamblers.
"That Secretary Li can no longer be called Secretary Li, but Li Wei.
Li Wei was in charge of special funds for poor households at work, and he misappropriated the money for gambling, a total of 20,000 yuan. His unit has now expelled him from the party and public office, and his wife has divorced him. The case has been sent to the Commission for Discipline Inspection and the Procuratorate, and he should be sentenced severely.
We have organized activities in the past and have also handled a lot of work.”
The director's words were quite heartfelt.
But Saturday was clear:
"Director, I will never be that kind of person!"
The director shook his head:
"People change. Li Wei was a very good person before. I worked with him. He had a lot of ideas and execution ability, but now he has become like this."
At this time, the director received a phone call and said a few brief words.
The director said to Saturday:
"You have been at the Longhua Street Police Station for such a long time, and I have not appointed a master for you. From today on, I will teach you."
The director took the police uniform and hat from the hanger:
"Walk."
"Captain, where are we going?"
Fu Sheng stepped on the accelerator:
"Let me show you the real devil in the world."
Fu Sheng made arrangements in advance, contacted the detention center, and took Zhou Liuyi there for a visit.
Before, Jiang Hanshan took Zhou Liuyi to a drug rehabilitation center, which was already very strict and terrifying, but the atmosphere in the detention center was simply incomparable to that of drug rehabilitation.
Real high walls, barbed wire, armed police with live ammunition, layer upon layer of door locks, and identity verification. These locks have to be opened one by one, locked, and then you can go to the next door, open it, and lock it again. It is quite troublesome.
The person who received Zhou Liuyi and the director was an old policeman with gray hair, Lao Wu, who was skilled in using keys, fingerprints, irises, and passwords...
Zhou Liuyi followed behind him, watching him complete these seemingly simple tasks meticulously and with great concentration.
This is how the prison guard spent most of his life.
This kind of unit is not like other units where people would smile and say welcome or something like that. Instead, they have solemn faces and sharp eyes. Almost everyone would examine Zhou Liuyi from head to toe, as if they could see through him, including his age, gender, resume, and whether he had committed a crime...
Outside the high iron fence passage, it was time for the prisoners to take some fresh air. Rows of people wearing blue-gray prison uniforms and with shaved heads were jogging. It looked like military training, but it gave a completely different feeling.
There stood a correctional police officer, like a human camera, closely monitoring the group of prisoners.
In such an environment on Saturday and Monday, I couldn't help but talk less.
After arriving at the office, although I was still under two surveillance cameras, I finally had a moment of freedom in my own office area.
The prison guard poured tea for both of them and a smile appeared on his face.
Fu Sheng said he:
"The last time we met was a year ago, right? What were you busy with? I almost didn't recognize you after seeing you for the first time."
Old Wu said:
"You know that our working hours have been changed to 14 plus 14 plus 14. It's been almost two months since I came out. Not only does my wife not recognize me, but even when I turn on my phone, the facial recognition will be stuck for a while. Even my phone doesn't recognize me, let alone you?
With the additional isolation procedure, the number of people going to work has been reduced by one third. I am already at this age, and I still have to work two shifts in a row.
I finally get two days off, but I end up sleeping like crazy, right?
After waking up, do you think your family won't ask you to do something else? Go visit your parents, go to the supermarket to buy some rice, flour, grain and oil, help your children with their homework, accompany your wife to buy some seasonal clothes. You can't stay at home for a few days, you have to come back."
Fu Sheng took a sip of water, smiled, and pointed to Zhou Liuyi:
"Look, this is a salaried prisoner who has saved money for seven or eight years and bought a house in the city center, but the time he spends at home is less than half of what he spends in prison."
Old Wu said:
"Don't scare the young people away. In fact, they will get used to it after a long time."
Fu Shengdao:
"That's not what you told me last time. You told me that if it were twenty years ago, when you first started working, you would have turned around and withdrawn your file, and returned to your village to work in the coal mines!"
Old Wu laughed:
"Can you take seriously what is said behind your back?"
The two men argued for a while, and then another prison guard came over and took Zhou Liuyi and Fu Sheng for a tour. The procedures were as cumbersome as ever.
Old Wu and Zhou Liu said:
"If we really go back 20 years, I will only do better."
This policeman was a little younger, spoke less, and pursed his lips. He read the documents that Fu Sheng brought over several times before taking them in.
A laborer was pushing a small cart past when it accidentally flipped over. He quickly reported it, picked up the things that fell on the ground, and then hunched over and pushed the cart away.
When he was making the report, he had a flattering smile on his face.
It looks quite pitiful.
Fu Sheng asked on Saturday:
"What crime do you think this person has committed?"
In prison, everyone wears the same uniform, has a flat head, and follows the same report card, with almost no individual trace.
Even though he had been working in the shop since he was a child and was used to seeing people coming and going, it was still difficult for him to recognize that person's identity now.
Fu Shengdao:
"This is a murderer, robber and rapist. He robbed a mother and her son, killed the son in front of the mother, and after raping him, he chopped off the mother's hand and took off her gold bracelet.
The police visited thousands of households and checked hundreds of people, but failed to catch anyone.
In the end, this man’s ID card expired and he needed to apply for a second-generation ID card. After his fingerprints were entered, they matched the fingerprints taken by the police at the scene, so they arrested him.
The law is long and there is no loophole.”
I was sweating all over on Saturday.
Who could have imagined that a hunchbacked, short old man, a weakling with seemingly no offensive power, would actually be a murderer.
Then, in the cell, I saw a man sitting on the bed, wearing glasses, watching TV obediently. This man looked gentle and handsome. If he was not in prison, he should be decent and clean outside, with a good income, the kind of man that women would find attractive.
Intuitively, this person should be an economic criminal.
But the director said:
"This man, sentenced to suspended death sentence, lured four scrap collectors to his home, killed them, and hid the bodies in the freezer. How could those old men from other places who were doing small business on the streets suspect a native who was well-dressed and lived in a high-end community?"
Zhou Liuyi felt a chill in his heart.
Continuing to walk forward, the director pointed to a middle-aged man sitting on the bed reading a book. He looked introverted, quiet, and not good at speaking. His prison uniform was old and it was obvious that he had served a long sentence. However, his sitting posture and movements were still a bit stiff, like an honest man.
Zhou Liuyi remained silent. He was worried that he had made a mistake in judgment. The director said:
"He studied accounting and worked in a factory in western Guangdong for three years. He got engaged to the boss's sister-in-law and swindled away 8 million yuan from the boss. The boss went bankrupt because of a lack of cash flow and his wife and children left him.
We caught him and after serving time in prison, he got out and bought a fake identity, found a company as an accountant, and defrauded the female boss out of 40 million. The female boss is now crazy and lives in a mental hospital. She doesn't even recognize people.
When we caught him, he was already an accountant for a furniture owner, and was dating the boss's daughter in a hotel."
So exciting?
The prison guards who followed couldn't help but say:
"Anyone who sees this resume will say wow."
When they were leaving the detention center, Lao Wu had gone to distribute meals, so they could not take the walking route. The prison guard asked them to drive out, but when they were driving out, the armed police saw two men sitting in the back of the car, who had not come in to sign and stamp the documents, so they asked them to go back.
The prison guard who was driving felt a little embarrassed.
The director didn’t find it strange:
"No one usually comes to places like this. Many relatives of prisoners have lost contact with them since they committed crimes. There are prison guards inside the prison and armed police outside. They are two different systems."
I went back to the office and waited for a while before Old Wu came over in a hurry:
"We don't have many staff right now, so I have to go and distribute food. To be honest, I serve more food to these prisoners than I serve food to my own son."
Another door appeared. Old Wu opened one and then locked another, strictly following the procedure. It took another ten minutes.
The prison was filled with the smell of food.
The director said:
"We've finally come here, and you won't even treat us to a meal in the cafeteria?"
Old Wu said embarrassedly:
"I'll treat you another day. You have the final say over your food budget, but the provincial government has the final say over ours, just like pig food. Those who don't eat breakfast can go get four eggs. I can always bring back more than ten pounds of eggs for my wife. Do you still want to stay for dinner?"
The director laughed and said:
"I was just joking."
After coming out, Zhou Liu looked up at the sky. The setting sun was like melting gold, the sun was setting in the west, and the sky was all the same color. He rarely discovered that the natural scenery could be so beautiful.
The director said:
"Everyone who comes out of there looks at the sky in this way, no matter if they are prisoners or police officers on duty. Freedom is so precious!"
Fu Sheng was driving, and he was a little uncomfortable sitting in the passenger seat on Saturday.
Although I just went in for a visit, Zhou Liuyi still felt exhausted.
What comes to mind are those faces that look harmless, but have committed horrific crimes and pushed truly innocent people into the bottomless abyss.
Fu Sheng drove, but not towards the police station, but towards the suburbs:
"Since you have made up your mind to become a police officer, your education, age, and resume will definitely not allow you to waste time in archives and printing units. You will definitely be in the fields of intelligence, serious crimes, and image investigation. However, you cannot sit in an office all the time when handling cases. You will definitely have to deal with criminals.
These criminals are different from the sudden and less harmful cases that our police station often encounters. These criminals are premeditated major crimes.
Criminals are becoming more brutal, more cunning and more difficult to deal with.
That’s the lesson I’m going to teach you today.”
This lesson is indeed heavy enough.
The director looked at Zhou Liuyi:
"Are you hungry?"
Saturday shook his head.
The director said:
"I'll take you to see someone."
On the way, he bought a bottle of Coke at a gas station, but he didn't drink it himself and didn't give it to Zhou Liuyi.
Several veteran policemen in the station are all talking about maintaining good health, which is quite rare.
However, when I took a look at the road signs on Saturday, I felt very nervous and uneasy.
Road signs:
Huanghualing Park.
This is not a place for a picnic in the suburbs, but a cemetery. In the early years, Sanjiang City cleaned up the chaos of sky-high priced graves, and designated a piece of land at the back to be developed into a cemetery.
In other words, the person Fu Sheng wanted to bring Zhou Liu to see was not a living person.
Going up along the winding mountain road, I don’t know if it’s because of the altitude, but the wind is particularly cool.
After the car stopped, the lame security guard of the cemetery came over to say hello, holding a plate of cake in his hand:
"Hey, Director, how come you have time to come here today? Have you eaten? Have a cake? It tastes good."
The Director postponed:
"Is your leg okay?"
The security guard looks thin. The small house he lives in has no water or electricity. He has to fetch water from a well far away that was dug when this place was built.
But he is actually quite satisfied with his life:
"Okay, just walk around twice a day, and that'll count as exercise, which is better than my previous job."
Zhou Liu couldn't refuse, so he took a piece and ate it, and followed the director upstairs. The director said:
"That security guard, I caught him when I was five or six years older than you. He was charged with economic crime and intentional injury. The victim became a high-level paraplegic. He was sentenced to more than ten years in prison. During that time, his parents died, and his wife and lover ran away.
On the day he came out, I was the one who went to pick him up.
After the meal, I paid by scanning the QR code with my phone. He asked me: Are the police so arrogant now? Can I not pay for the meal?
It took me several days to teach him how to use a cell phone.
He was introduced to several jobs, but he couldn't do any of them. Also, because he had been in prison, no one wanted to eat with him.
It just so happened that this place was open and we needed someone to stay here all year round, so I introduced him here.
Now, I have enough food and drink throughout the year, and I save all the money I earn, which can be used for my retirement.”
Zhou Liu looked at the cake in his hand and frowned.
The director said:
"Yes, this cake was given by family members who came to visit their deceased relatives!"
On Saturday, I looked at the half-eaten cake and didn’t know whether to eat it or not:
"Director, do you mean to give me an excellent grade and take me as your apprentice ?"
Fu Sheng turned his head and looked at Zhou Liuyi:
"Do you really want to be my apprentice?"
Saturday smiled and said:
"Of course I do. Aren't the instructor of the Public Security Brigade and the deputy captain of the Anti-Drug Brigade both your disciples?"
After leaving the Longhua Street Police Station and going to other case-handling units, you can almost always become a backbone. The path to promotion is completely different from that of civilian positions, and you will also be able to join important case teams.
On Saturday, the first day he came to Longhua Street Police Station, he hoped to become Fu Sheng's apprentice.
When they were almost at the top of the mountain, Fu Sheng stopped in front of a tomb, turned around and said to Zhou Liu:
“This is my last apprentice.”
It was only on Zhou Liuyi's turn that I looked at it carefully. Xing Jianqing died in September 2018. The Sanjiang City Public Security Bureau Branch established the
Look at his age, twenty-eight.
In the black and white photo, he is wearing a police uniform but no police hat. His facial features look ordinary, but he looks energetic.
Zhou Liu looked at the cake in his hand, placed it in front of the tomb, and asked:
"Captain, what did you bring?"
The director looked at the tombstone, then at the endless woods, all the way to the tall buildings in the distance at the foot of the mountain. It was endless, and he said proudly:
"Look, Song Tao is still the same."
For a policeman, what he can bring is to work diligently and maintain the stability of social security.
Then, Fu Sheng unscrewed the cap of a bottle of Coke and placed it in front of the tomb:
"Xing Jianqing likes to drink Coke just like you guys."
This bottle of Coke was not bought for Zhou Liuyi, nor was it bought for himself, but for Xing Jianqing.
"He likes to handle cases. When he was interning at the Longhua Street Police Station, everyone liked to take him with them when they went out on patrol, especially Hanshan and me.
Later, Liang Peihe was conducting a cross-provincial drug crackdown and needed to mobilize key personnel, so he took Xing Jianqing with him.
Later, we attended his memorial service.
He is a martyr.
He is the youngest second-class model hero among the people around me.
The city of Yuedong set up a police station in his name.”
The director looked at the tombstone with red eyes. In just a few words, he summed up the life of this young policeman.
The mountain breeze blows and the pine waves are like waves.
The mountains remain the same, and the waves are raging.