when you stare into the abyss

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When you gaze into the abyss, the abyss gazes into you. — Nietzsche

At the beginning of 2009, after tracking the drug gang for 3 years, a new trend emerged. Because it involved criminal homicide, the superior department dispatched a criminal investigation detachment to assist the anti-drug detachment in handling the case. In mid-February, the five-day operation started late at night.The hostages were exchanged first, and then the factory two kilometers away was quickly controlled by the police.

boom!boom!Gunshots are everywhere, and most of the drug dealers are desperadoes, and they will stop at nothing as long as there is a slight hope of escape.During the arrest process, Nie Zhifeng, the leader of the criminal investigation team who rushed to the front, was shot in the chest and abdomen by the opponent's gun. Due to his serious injuries, the rescue failed and he unfortunately died.

The other two, one is the deputy captain of the anti-drug detachment, and the other is an anti-drug policeman who has been lurking around the "heart" of drug traffickers for 20 years. Even the remains have not been found...

One morning in early March, the sun was dim and the gloomy atmosphere spread. A few lightning flashes pierced the sky, followed by heavy rain.Even in such weather, outside the first condolence hall of Wanbaoshan Funeral Home in Binnan City, there are still dark crowds of people standing there. The cemetery is scattered on the bluestone slabs, and one after another they are running towards this side with umbrellas. They all heard The citizens who rushed over, hereby bid farewell to the hero.

At exactly nine o'clock, the memorial service began, with solemn mourning and music, presided over by the deputy director of the Binnan City Public Security Bureau.

"Today, we are here to see off comrades Nie Zhifeng, Hai Bo, and Yang Zhen. They will be buried here like countless comrades who have dedicated their lives to the cause of public security, but we will always remember them."

"All of you, take off your hats! Salute!" Hundreds of colleagues in the hall, wearing navy blue police uniforms, put their hands on the brims of their hats, took off their police hats in one order, bent their left arms, raised their right hands, and stared ahead. The cold portrait is solemn and solemn.

At the end of the memorial service, most of the people gradually dispersed. A female police officer with two silver horizontal bars and two four-pointed star flower epaulettes walked to Nie Zhifeng's body alone to pay her respects.

"Master, you can rest assured that Zhilan and Zhiyan are handed over to me, they are excellent."

She waited for a girl who looked like she was still in middle school, pulled her aside to give some instructions, and then they walked to the corner of the condolence hall together. "Mom, is she an aunt or a young aunt?" the girl asked in a low voice.

"That's your Aunt Lan, your Aunt Yan is still receiving treatment in the hospital."

On the opposite side, in front of her eyes, was a woman holding a black and white photo frame with her arms, her eyes were sad, but she had a heroic spirit.