never forget [criminal investigation]

In the dead of night, the brain is always extraordinarily powerful.If it acts on the right object, useful work will be produced, which will be converted into positive energy.

Conversely, if you feel overwhelmed with negative energy in the middle of the night, you might as well check yourself whether you have found the wrong person in your mind?

Come on, friend. × Toss out the reality show that has already taken the script, and close the poisonous chicken soup for the soul of Deception.Let the brain run as smoothly as Dove Heiqiao, and no longer report the error "can't find the partner".

"People's needs are diverse and endless, but within a certain period and scope, the resources that society can use are always limited. If the resources used to produce a certain product..."

During the trance, Xing Yue heard intermittent muttering from the upper bunk.

What subject is this?language?history?Or politics?

As an elderly person who has already returned everything he learned in high school to his teacher, Xing Yue was confused for a moment, shaking the slightly weak materials in his hands, and regained his focus.

The material about Kong Jie in his hand was sent in by a policeman from the Municipal Bureau Xu Feng called a few days ago.There is a lot of content, a thick stack.

The policeman who delivered the materials was very young, like a newcomer, and Xing Yue had never seen him before.

At that time, the man handed over the materials, relayed Xu Feng's words, and sat quietly after a simple smile, waiting for him to read them face to face.

It is neither as warm as spring, nor as cruel and ruthless as severe winter, but with an almost polite sense of alienation from beginning to end.

Xing Yue felt indifferent to this, and it was normal.

You can't be a comrade in arms if you haven't fought side by side.Wearing a police uniform is a comrade, and taking it off is a mass, not to mention that I don't even count as a mass at the moment.If it was Zhang Xiaowei, he would definitely call him Brother Xing.If it were someone else, he would be just a prisoner with an embarrassing status.

There are a lot of materials, Xing Yue just flipped through them quickly, then closed them, and kept them for a closer look.

He raised his head, "Please tell Director Xu, I will study the materials carefully and report to him when I have a plan."

"Okay." The young policeman opposite smiled and nodded.

"How is Director Xu recently? You must be very busy." Xing Yue was not afraid of the silence, but sincerely greeted Xu Feng.He always felt that this job fell on him, partly because he was the best candidate, and partly because Xu Feng fought for it.Xu Feng probably wanted to create a chance for him to make meritorious deeds and reduce his sentence.

"Well, I'm quite busy." The policeman responded, and at the same time glanced at Xing Yue's gray-blue prison uniform, "Recently Director Xu is busy asking for credit for you."

"Us?" Xing Yue clenched his hands on his lap into fists, and clenched his teeth.

"Yeah, it's you and that, that..." The little policeman frowned slightly, rolling his eyes.

"Xiang Hai." Xing Yue interrupted him, "His name is Xiang Hai."

"It's not called this or that, remember?"

"..."

The little policeman turned his eyes away unnaturally, and then turned back quickly, "I'm sorry."

He took a deep breath, "Because of Zhao Lang's case, the anti-drug teams of the Municipal Bureau and the Zhenhua Sub-bureau have applied for collective second-class merit. And personally..."

The little policeman glanced at him again, "Ju Xu declared first-class personal merit for Xiang Hai, and you are third-class merit. But now because of whether it should be publicly awarded to you... There is some controversy between you and Xiang Hai. Some people claim that, Some people objected. Anyway, Bureau Xu is busy fighting for this right now."

Xing Yue didn't ask any more questions, he stacked up the materials in front of him, put them upright and tapped them on the table, "Please turn around and thank Director Xu for me." After speaking, he stood up and ended the meeting ahead of schedule. "goodbye."

Saying thanks is not because Xu Feng asked for credit for him and Xiang Hai.

First class or second class, even if it is special class, it has no meaning to him and Xiang Hai now.

It wasn't just a medal or two for the initial act of no hesitation.

No matter how rough the Dongjiang water is, it is only the moment when the tide rises.

Those who are willing to remember the vast past will naturally not forget it.Those who choose to forget are not really not remembering.

To put it bluntly, honor is only useful to the living. If you don't believe me, you can ask Jiang Yuan's daughter.

Of course, this kind of "alive" refers not only to the biological sense, but also to the theoretical level like Xiang Hai.

Honors are limited, and if they are given these ebb and flow, those who are on the cusp of the storm will inevitably be lost.

So Xu Feng took on a thankless job.

That's why Xing Yue was grateful to him.

Turning another page, the time came to Kong Jie's 26 years old. He got married this year and had a son two years later.

When his son was five years old, Kong Jie was sentenced to two years in prison for fraud.Since then, he has started a criminal life of "old reform, old offenders, once he commits a crime, and if he corrects, he commits the same crime again and again".

Looking at this person's criminal history, it can be said that he never makes big mistakes and keeps making small mistakes.From online fraud to counterfeiting seals; from selling fake degrees to selling pirated books and audio-visuals; from pretending to be a returnee doctor to go on a blind date, to pretending to be the director of the admissions office to recruit students for Pheasant University; from six months to three years...

According to Xing Yue's rough calculation, this Kong Jie has spent almost two-thirds of the nearly 31 years since he was 10 years old in prison.

It can be said that he is a person who carries the crime to the end.

Moreover, with the development of the times, this person's criminal methods have also been upgraded, but he strictly adheres to a certain "bottom line".Probably not more than 3 years in prison.

Or a self-disciplined habitual offender?

Xing Yue even suspected that every time he came in, besides undergoing reformation, he also came to enrich his criminal experience.

Take one of the times when he was arrested for reselling the so-called "authentic questions and answers" of the civil service exam. According to his confession after arriving at the case, this idea was learned from the inmates in the previous term.

Therefore, through "untiring" study and practice, Kong Jie finally became a multi-functional and compound waste talent.

Until the information was turned to the end, the word "gun" never appeared once.

Xing Yue looked at it from the beginning.

16 years old, 19 years old, 31 years old, 40 years old...

Fake degrees, fake official seals, fake books, fake test papers...

A graduate of high school, can speak Burmese, English, and chanted a few words from time to time...

Gradually, Kong Jie had a concrete image in Xing Yue's mind: this is a cultural person with little culture.

This can also be seen from the signatures of his several statements.At least in Xing Yue's so many years of police career, he has never seen any suspect sign his statement with carefully designed artistic characters.

Cunning, scheming, careful everywhere; but conceited, a little clever, so love to show off.

He regards crime as a career, but only chooses criminals who have nothing to do with "culture".Perhaps because he enjoys the feeling of crushing others in terms of IQ, or because he brainwashed himself into thinking that "stealing books is not a crime", he never tires of doing it and commits the same crime again and again.

Haha, interesting.

Xing Yue put down the materials and stroked his chin.

Such an opponent is quite a challenge.

At this time, there was the slight sound of pages being turned upstairs.

Xing Yue glanced at the bed board above his head, then tore a piece of waste paper, and with a wave of his pen, stretched out his arm and patted it on the edge of the upper bed.

Xiang Hai was reading the book seriously when he suddenly raised his head with a "snap", and a note came from downstairs.

He quickly grabbed it and looked at it: It's almost done, don't become short-sighted.

Soon, Xing Yue saw half a head protruding from upstairs, a pair of smiling eyes, and a reply letter floating down: It's okay, I look good in glasses.

There is also a little match figure drawn below, with a pair of glasses hanging on his face.

Xing Yue pursed his lips and crumpled the paper.

It was getting late, and he was also tired. He originally planned to flirt and go to sleep.But at this moment, the brain that has long been accustomed to being pure-hearted and ascetic suddenly started to associate.

Xiang Hai should look good in gold-rimmed glasses.

The thin gilt frame is on the straight bridge of the nose, and the thin lenses reflect the amber light.

Sven is a scum again.

The rosy lips were watery, as wet as the eyes behind the glasses, "Brother, I wear glasses, do they look good..."

As he spoke, he unbuttoned his shirt little by little...

cough.

Xing Yue felt that his throat was itchy and he was still very thirsty, so he shook his head, another picture changed in his mind.

Xiang Hai should also look good in black-rimmed glasses.

The exquisite black frame made his already fair skin clearer, like a college student who has not seen the sun for a long time and only knows how to work hard.

Scum and gentle.

He pushed the mirror frame on the bridge of his nose, his gaze was filtered by the mirror until it was green, and his voice was sweet and lustful, "Brother, I wear glasses, do they look good..."

After speaking, he tore off the collar of his white shirt again...

Hold...

Xing Yue was speechless at the color waste in his head.

Fortunately, Xiang Hai was still reading seriously and was not disturbed by his yellow brain waves.

He took a deep breath, got out of bed quietly, and drank a large glass of cold water in one breath, still puzzled by the dryness in his heart.

So he took off his shirt, kicked off his shoes, put on a T-shirt, barefoot, and started doing push-ups on the ground.

Xiang Hai saw Xing Yue go down to drink water, thinking that he was going to sleep soon.But after a while, I heard rhythmic breathing from below.

Light and heavy, like a beast trapped in a crystal palace.

Xiang Hai quickly dropped the book, poked his head out, and found that Xing Yue was lying on the ground doing push-ups.

From this angle, the full and refined muscle lines of his body can be clearly seen under the T-shirt, and the ups and downs agitated the originally silent air.

Xiang Hai twitched his nose, as if he smelled hormones?

So he slipped down immediately, squatted aside, looked at it for a few seconds, couldn't hold it back, and touched the tight waist.

"..."

Xing Yue broke his power in an instant, and quickly stood up from the ground, his chest heaving and falling.

Xiang Hai came to him, squeezed his throat and asked, "How much?"

Xing Yue looked at him, raised his trouser waist, "...57."

"how long?"

"No time."

So Xiang Hai rubbed his hands, took off his shirt, threw his hands on the upper bunk, and pulled Xing Yue aside, "Look at me."

"..."

Xing Yue was forced to step out of the room, and stood by the window watching Xiang Hai start doing push-ups.

Why are things going in this direction?Did you say you wanted to compete with him?

However, Xiang Hai was obviously very serious and dedicated, and regarded this as a formal battle.

Xing Yue looked at him and found that he was obviously much stronger than when he first came, and the muscles on his shoulders and back were thin but resilient.Like the newly born vines in early summer, tightly coiled around the tall poplars, with a kind of soft and wild vitality.

But looking at it, he was happy again.

Xiang Hai was eager to PK with him, so he used too much force to get started.The first 30 were done vigorously, and the middle was a little weak. After 45, the speed dropped obviously, and the two arms began to shake.

Xing Yue squatted down, squeezed his slightly trembling shoulders, and stretched his hands, "It's almost done."

But Xiang Hai twisted his shoulders and let go of his hand, breathing more and more heavily, "53...54...55..."

Xing Yue had no choice but to stand up again and cleared his throat.

"Brother, I wear glasses, do they look good..."

"looks good..."

"What..."

"56...57...58!"

Won!

Xiang Hai finally ended the PK, got up from the ground, gasped heavily, squeezed his arms, his eyes were a little arrogant, "Why, how is it?"

"How about what?" Xing Yue's heart fire was rekindled by the sound of breathing, and he was burnt and dry.

Xiang Hai's face was crimson, his chest heaved, his eyebrows were raised, he slapped him with fives and then eights.

"...I didn't compete with you again." Xing Yue licked his lips.

"Cut." Xiang Hai curled his lips, "It's boring." After speaking, he took off his T-shirt.

Dongjiang's heating season has ended, and this period of green and yellow is a bit difficult, especially at night.But after doing the push-ups just now, Xiang Hai not only warmed up, but also sweated a lot.

He glanced at Xing Yue, and then looked at the T-shirt he had taken off. There were spots of damp on his back.

He shook the T-shirt, put it on the side of the bed, and pulled his shirt back on, silently dissatisfied.

Looking back, he found that Xing Yue was staring straight at him.

"?"

Seeing him not moving, Xiang Hai raised his chin.

"??"

Only now did Xing Yue come back from the half-acted action movie, took a deep breath, and with indescribable loss and anxiety, went back to the bed without saying a word, pulled the quilt, lay down, and put on the blindfold.

This set of actions stunned Xiang Hai.He followed and pushed Xing Yue's shoulder, "Brother, what's wrong with you?"

Xing Yue turned his back and shook his head, "It's okay, I'm sleepy, I want to sleep."

"..."

Xiang Hai felt baffled, so he had no choice but to crawl back to his own bed.

Soon, the rustling sound of pages turning came from upstairs again.

As the night got darker, Xing Yue covered his head with the quilt and told the quilt what he was thinking about.

The case of Zhao Lang and Yuan Guoping is coming to an end, who should be arrested and sentenced.At the same time, what should go up should go up, and what should go down should go down.Up to now, only the award has not been finished.

In the matter of whether Xing Yue and Xiang Hai should be honored, no one objected, and they all believed that the award should be given.

It's just that the main conflict at the moment is how to award this award.

The party represented by Xu Feng insisted, "It should be done as it should be done. It's the same when they were policemen, and it's the same when they're not policemen."

Someone smiled and said, "Old Xu, I understand your feelings, but you have to consider the actual situation."

"No one said they won't be honored. Isn't this just a formality. Anyway, the bonus that should be given will not be less than a penny."

"You really plan to let the leaders of the city bureau go to the prison to hang medals on them, what does that look like..."

Xu Feng replied, "Honor is not a form, nor is it money. They have made contributions openly, why can't they accept the honor openly?"

"The merits and demerits are not offset, and one yard is worth one yard. They have already been punished for their mistakes. If the award is not awarded, it is a second punishment. It is not fair."

"Honor is something, either don't give it, or don't hide it if you give it. Disgusting people."

"Hey! Old Xu, what are you talking about!"

"We know that you are their old superior, but you are too protective of the calf. What's more, they are in that status now. If you continue to behave like this, the influence will not be good..."

Xu Feng drooped his eyelids, and put out the cigarette in his hand, "You have to protect your own calf. I didn't protect it in the past, but now I make up for it. What do you want?"

"Dismiss!"

So three days later, Xing Yue and Xiang Hai were called into the office by the instructor and told them that the leaders of the city bureau would come over tomorrow to hold a simple award ceremony and present them with medals, certificates and bonuses.

At the same time, as Xing Yiqing's only heir, Xing Yue will also receive posthumous honors and pensions from Xing Yiqing.

After the explanation, the instructor asked them to go back to make preparations, and told them that they don't have to go to work tomorrow.

The two went out silently, looked at each other, and felt surprisingly peaceful.

The next day, they came as scheduled, an hour earlier than the leader's arrival time.

The award ceremony took place in a conference room at the prison.The instructor was already waiting there, handed them two sets of dark blue police uniforms, and told them to change here because it was inconvenient to reveal their identities.

Xing Yue froze there, feeling unbelievable.I looked at the instructor, and then at the things in his hands, but I didn't dare to touch them.

"Take it." The instructor handed the police uniform to him again, "Although there is no police number, when you accept the honor, you are the police."

"Change it."

Xiang Hai took both sets of clothes, and turned around to hand another set to Xing Yue.

He also never dreamed that he would have another chance to wear this uniform again in his life.

He was very excited, but he also understood that the meaning of this blue dress to Xing Yue was much more important than himself.

After changing into uniforms, the two stood facing each other, looking for their shadows in each other's eyes.

It was all too familiar and yet strange.It's a dream and a nightmare.

Fortunately, whether in the dream or after waking up, they are real, and there are handshakes to prove it.

Putting on their police caps, the two stood side by side. Soon, the door of the conference room opened.

A piece of dark blue filed in, with silver stars shining on its shoulders.

Xing Yue saw Xu Feng at a glance. In an instant, he felt that his right hand was about to be raised to the side of his eyebrows, but he held back in the end.

Many people came, some familiar and some unfamiliar.Everyone is smiling warmly.

Xu Feng came in front of the two of them, looked at them for a long time, his nose moved slightly.

Xing Yue finally raised his right hand and straightened his back, "Ju Xu."

Xu Feng didn't speak, just patted him on the shoulder, and then turned his gaze to Xiang Hai.

"Ju Xu." Xiang Hai also saluted.

In fact, he and Xu Feng didn't know much. They had only been in the branch office for half a year, and most of the time was spent outside.

But Xu Feng also patted his shoulder and pressed it heavily.

Afterwards, Xu Feng let out a sigh of relief, turned around and introduced the two unfamiliar leaders to them.

One is the newly transferred director of the Zhenhua Branch Bureau, and the other is the newly transferred director of the Dongjiang City Bureau.

After a brief exchange of pleasantries, the award ceremony officially began.

In line with the principle of special events, this special award ceremony has also been simplified according to local conditions.

But there are processes that should be there.

The leaders of the city bureau gave speeches, the leaders of branch bureaus gave speeches, and the leaders of prisons gave speeches.

Awards, medals, bonuses and certificates.

Just omitted their acceptance speeches.

It just so happened that the two of them were having such a good time.

Later, as Xing Yiqing's son, Xing Yue accepted various honors, large and small, posthumously awarded to Xing Yiqing.

This link should have been more solemn, but again, it was simplified according to local conditions.

About four or ten minutes later, the awarding ceremony was over, and the leaders left amidst applause, only Xu Feng remained.

There were only the three of them in the conference room, Xu Feng took out a cigarette, "Do you want to smoke?"

Xing Yue shook his head, "I've already quit."

Xiang Hai followed, "Me too."

Xu Feng hummed happily, heaved a sigh of relief, and lit the cigarette by himself, "Okay, quit."

He stayed mainly to discuss Kong Jie's case with Xing Yue face to face.Of course, before that, he also had something to say to these two people.

But looking back and forth at the two pairs of eyes in front of him, the finished belly draft disappeared again.

"Well..." He took a puff of cigarette, exhaled the smoke, and said, "Yuan Guoping has been taken into custody. The procuratorate charged him with rape, obscenity, dereliction of duty, bribery, huge amount of property with unknown origin, and intentional injury." He was prosecuted for causing death and other crimes."

"The same goes for Huo Yan."

"Also, the case of the Xingju Bureau has been concluded. The main criminal, Zhao Lang, died, and the rest of the accomplices have arrived."

"The remaining Zhao Ting, Zhao Wenyu and others have all been handed over to the procuratorate and await public prosecution."

"In general, that's it."

That's it.

What they used to suffer for, struggle for, be confused about, and desperate for... now all have results.

It was the result they had waited for, the fruit of their faith.

Xu Feng took the last puff of his cigarette, put out the cigarette butt, and suddenly took out his cell phone.

"Oh, that, I'm going out to answer the phone, you guys wait for me here for a while."

After speaking, he pushed open the door of the conference room and closed it casually.

There were only the two of them left in the room, with no surveillance, no prison guards, and no permanent lights.

"Brother, it's over." Xiang Hai's eye circles were a little red, "Is it really over?"

"It's over." Xing Yue turned around and opened his arms, "It's really over."

"elder brother!"

Xiang Hai threw himself into his arms, and the two embraced tightly.

"It's over! We won! We won!!"

"Yes, we won!" Xing Yue tightened his arms, "We won."

Fortunately, we did not give up.

Victories need to be remembered and they need to be celebrated.

There is no need for flowers, applause, or spotlights, as long as each other's body temperature is enough.

They are winners, lovers, and comrades-in-arms, and they are the reasons for each other to persist until victory.

So they have to celebrate in their own way.

To comrades in arms, but also to my lover.

So Xiang Hai got out of Xing Yue's arms, held his face in his hands, stood on tiptoe, and kissed him deeply.