Song Chaoyang said, "Actually, the problem isn't Chen Xinying, but Jia Yulong. If he had treated Chen Xinying better, if he hadn't blindly agreed to things that she couldn't do, things wouldn't have gotten to this point. "Sun Shuqin reached out and twisted his ear, saying," Hey, what do you mean? You're saying that you can actually keep a lover, but you have to pay attention to the method. As long as you pay attention, there won't be a problem, right? "Song Chaoyang said," Aiya, aiya, my dear wife, please spare me. I didn't mean that. Anyway, I don't dare to keep a lover. I have such a good wife, and I can't stop loving her, right? Hehe. " Sun Shuqin let go of his ear and said, "I'm not a stingy woman. I know you're very outstanding and I don't dare to have you alone. I allow you to flirt outside, but I don't allow you to keep anyone … Are you still in contact with that Guo Xiaohe?"
It was already late at night. Yang Yongsheng, the director of the Liuhe Street Police Station in Hebei District of the provincial capital, Jingnan City, drove a Santana police car into the main entrance of the Hongmin District where his home was located.
Liuhe Street Police Station was one of the few first-class police stations in Hebei District. In 2005, it was rated as a first-class police station by the Ministry of Public Security. As the director of this police station, Yang Yongsheng was surrounded by a halo of honor, but he also had to bear a lot of pressure. In order to do a good job in the police station, he had put in a lot of effort in comprehensive services, team building, security, strengthening of quality, and so on. Due to his efforts, the institute had also received countless honors.
In the same year that it was rated as a first-class police station by the Ministry of Public Security, Liuhe Street Police Station was rated as "the best basic police unit in the province" by the provincial public security department. In the following two years, it was awarded the "the best basic police unit in the province" and "the best basic police unit in the province" by the provincial public security department. Director Yang Yongsheng himself was also awarded the "the best police officer in the province", which was the highest honor in the province's internal police circle.
It was said that the Hebei District Public Security Bureau valued Yang Yongsheng very much and had already started to train him. At any time, he could be transferred back to the bureau to be a bureau leader. Regarding this rumor, most people, including Yang Yongsheng, believed in it. Of course, one would be promoted and put in an important position after achieving results. Wasn't this the principle of the world?
Tonight, Yang Yongsheng personally mediated a dispute between the residents of a small community in his jurisdiction. He even missed his dinner and had been mediating until now. It was almost midnight, but he still couldn't reconcile the two parties. He planned to spend another two hours tomorrow morning to mediate. If it really didn't work out, he could only take it one step further and prepare for a long term visit to do ideological work.
After the car arrived at the parking lot below his house, he dragged his tired and hungry body out of the car. However, he didn't notice that in the doorway of his unit, a black shadow flashed.
Yang Yongsheng yawned and walked towards the entrance of the unit. He was about to reach home. Thinking of the warmth of home, he couldn't help but feel relaxed and comfortable. Although his wife liked to nag and his son wasn't very good at school, it didn't affect the warmth of home that he could feel. At this moment, how could he still be on guard?
It was dark inside the doorway, and nothing could be seen. Nowadays, almost all buildings in the city used voice controlled lights for the sake of saving electricity. This kind of electric light was usually in an extinguished state. It would only light up when it was stimulated by a sound with enough decibels. It saved the electricity consumption to the greatest extent, which also saved the property expenses of the residents and owners.
Once he stepped into the unit, Yang Yongsheng only needed to cough a little to turn on the lights and illuminate the road ahead. However, he considered that it was already very late at night and the residents on the first floor were already asleep. It was easy for him to cough, but if the sensitive and nervous Aunt Wang from Room 101 heard it, then she wouldn't be able to sleep well for the rest of the night. Therefore, as usual, he groped around in the dark and walked in. Anyway, he had been walking for more than ten years. Even if he closed his eyes, he wouldn't hit the wall.
"Five steps in, then five steps up …"
Just as he thought of this, a black shadow suddenly jumped out from the corner. This black shadow was hiding in the left corner of the door. It didn't move until Yang Yongsheng walked to its side. Then, it suddenly jumped up and slammed into Yang Yongsheng. This person used a lot of strength. Yang Yongsheng was slammed into the wall on the right. He felt his chest heat up, but this strange feeling was quickly covered up by the stiffness of the wall.
He didn't know what this person was doing. Was it on purpose or was it just a joke? He instinctively shouted, "What …" Seeing that he could still speak, the person pounced on him again. His right hand waved something and stabbed at Yang Yongsheng's chest. At this time, Yang Yongsheng felt the pain of the knife piercing into his flesh. His chest was hot and cold. He wanted to say something, but he felt powerless and cold. Almost involuntarily, he leaned against the wall and slowly fell to the ground. He struggled to shout, "Help … Help …" After saying this, he fell to the ground softly. He tried to raise his hand to cover the wound on his chest, but it was instantly soaked by the surging blood.
Seeing that Yang Yongsheng fell to the ground, the person breathed a sigh of relief. He squatted down and searched Yang Yongsheng's body for a while. Finally, he pulled out a gun holster from the underarm of Yang Yongsheng's police coat. He randomly touched it with both hands and confirmed that it was Yang Yongsheng's gun. It was a domestic made 614. He laughed sinisterly, ignored Yang Yongsheng who was on the ground, and quickly ran out the door.
Due to the excessive blood loss, Yang Yongsheng was close to going into shock. However, he knew that as long as he fainted, he wouldn't be able to wake up in the future. At this time, his first thought was not to go home and reunite with his wife and children, nor was it to catch the person who stabbed him. Instead, it was to report. He had to spread the news that someone had killed a police officer and stolen a gun. Otherwise, it was very likely that it would cause even more trouble.
He took a deep breath and used all his strength to shout, "Someone … Call the police … Murder … Stolen gun …"
In fact, Aunt Wang of House 101 had already heard Yang Yongsheng when he shouted for the first time. She was sixty-five years old this year. She had a nervous breakdown for many years and had severe insomnia. If she didn't take tranquilizers at night, she basically couldn't sleep. However, a living person couldn't always take sleeping pills every day, so she usually took them day after day. She didn't take any pills tonight, so she couldn't sleep. She was lying on the Simmons and letting her imagination run wild. The night in the neighborhood was very quiet, so Yang Yongsheng's shout was exceptionally clear. The old woman's hearing was originally light, so she immediately heard it clearly. She turned over and got up from the Simmons.
She did get up, but she didn't open the door to see what was going on. Instead, she listened carefully, intending to hear what was going on outside before going out to see. After waiting for dozens of seconds, she heard Yang Yongsheng's cry for help again. Only then did she realize that something had happened. She hurried out of the bedroom, opened the door again, and went out to turn on the lights on the stairs. When she looked again, she was scared out of her wits and couldn't even stand still …
Ten minutes later, the Jingnan City Public Security Bureau received the news. The leader of the bureau on duty that night immediately organized a task force and reported the case to Chief Xu Jianshui. After Xu Jianshui heard that a police chief in Hebei District was stabbed to death and his gun was stolen, he was shocked and angry. He immediately ordered the task force to solve the case and arrest the murderer as soon as possible.
Half an hour later, thousands of police forces in the city, led by the criminal police and assisted by traffic police, public security, patrol, special police, and explosion prevention, were fully armed and dispatched. Together with the armed police, they imposed martial law in the city and set up blockades at all the important intersections in and out of the provincial capital.
At the same time, in the command center of the Municipal Public Security Bureau, the members of the task force found an important clue after retrieving the surveillance video near the Hongmin Community where Yang Yongsheng's home was located. Two minutes after the incident, a white Jetta taxi with a provincial license plate rushed out of the community and drove west along the road. Two hours before Yang Yongsheng drove home, the taxi had already driven into the Hongmin Community in advance. After retrieving the surveillance video from two days ago, there was no trace of the car.
The car was very suspicious and was quickly listed as a major suspect by the task force.
Soon, after contacting and confirming with the taxi operation company where the taxi was located, the task force learned the identity and contact information of the car owner. The task force immediately contacted the car owner, Mr. Ma, but they couldn't get in touch. The task force immediately sent people to Mr. Ma's home to investigate, but they were told by his family that Mr. Ma hadn't returned home since he left this morning. They couldn't get in touch with him on the phone either. His family thought that his phone was broken or that he went to some places with bad signal, so they didn't think much of it. As far as they knew, Mr. Ma was a good man with a good character and a gentle family. He could basically be excluded from the list of suspects.
The task force inferred that the murderer had robbed Mr. Ma's taxi in advance and used it as a means of escape. As for Ma Mou, he has either killed me or is under his control somewhere. Judging from the cruel and violent means of the murderer, Mr. Ma was more likely to be killed.
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