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Chapter 157
Thinking of this, Lin Lan was startled in a cold sweat, and her heart throbbed.
Fortunately, it was only a text description, and there was no picture for her to receive. Even so, it was enough to make her uncomfortable.
She hugged herself on the small wooden bed for a long time before regaining her senses. Then she went down to the ground and washed her face sober with cold water. While wiping her face, she wondered who killed him and who those people were.
It's a pity that all she knows is written narratives, no images, no names, so she doesn't know who is the murderer.
This made her a little irritable. She wanted to know who they were, and then reminded Han Qingsong to grab them and shoot them all.
Taking a deep breath, she quickly suppressed the emotion, and then went to work with Li Zhong and Wu Gong.
After half an hour, she had come out of her negative emotions. She firmly believes that her journey has changed everything, that the future of the children will be changed, and that of Han Qingsong will naturally be changed.
When he comes back, she still has to urge him to be more careful, absolutely not alone, it is best to be with others.
At three o'clock in the afternoon, Han Qingsong returned from the commune below on a motorcycle. He headed north along Jiefang Avenue, and there was a bazaar to the west. This bazaar was newly created at the end of last year. Members of the brigade near the county seat came here to exchange food or other tickets with their own products.
Because there is not much oil and water, and there are no large materials, the county revolutionary committee market management office is too lazy to take care of it.
At this time, the trend of cutting tails and speculation has passed. Apart from the large-scale reselling of state-owned assets, no one is in charge of this kind of small business and hawker operations. It has only been a year, and people come and go every day.
Suddenly, there was a scream from the market, "Oh, move the knife, move the knife!"
"What about killing people?"
"Oh, murder, murder!"
The crowd in the market suddenly rushed to both sides like a tide, vacating the road in the middle, only to see several men chasing a man to beat, three of them still held pig knives in their hands. The man who was chased saw Han Qingsong shouting for help and rushed over desperately.
Han Qingsong pressed the horn.
Those chasing behind stopped and looked at Han Qingsong alertly, "The Public Security Bureau can't control personal grievances, he was kidnapped, damn it!"
"Yes, he said to help us get ten pieces of cloth, and we gave him all the deposits, and he said it was out of stock, isn't it damn it?"
"My family is waiting for funerals and marriages. Isn't he delaying my major events?"
The man who ran for his life hid beside Han Qingsong's car, shivering, "Then, that can't blame me, I, I don't know why they are suddenly out of stock."
Han Qingsong glanced at him and saw that he was a man in his twenties, with an ordinary appearance and a medium build. He looked rather thin. He glanced at the knives, cotton-padded trousers and cotton-padded jackets in the true color of black cloth, and horse-mouth cotton shoes on his feet, and he looked like a countryman.
He said: "Go to the Public Security Bureau and record a statement."
"Sir, sir, forgive me, I really didn't do anything." The man was anxious, and several fellow villagers on the opposite side glanced at Han Qingsong and snorted, "Fortune telling you." After they finished speaking, Turn around and leave.
The others just walked away with the knife in their hands, but one of them was holding the handle of the knife, the body of the knife resting on his arm. Han Qingsong's eyes narrowed slightly, his eyes locked on him, and he activated the motorcycle's gas pedal to rush towards several people.
"What are you doing!" A few fellow villagers avoided panicking.
The person in front suddenly ran wildly. Since Han Qingsong doubted, he would not let him escape, and he would catch up with him in an instant. The man in front of him suddenly stopped and leaped to his side, with the knife across his chest and quickly pushed and pulled out. At this moment, Han Qingsong was rushing over quickly, and he was about to hit the sharp blade in the next moment——
The passers-by were so scared that they held their breath, their eyes were not blinking, and bloody arrows flew as they watched the policeman about to be wiped on their necks.
At the close of the hair, Han Qingsong leaned to the left with the army-green watson quickly, and the sidecar on the right instantly cocked, and slapped the man severely.
The man was caught off guard, and the knife in his hand lost his head.
Han Qingsong stepped on the brakes on his feet, and the wrestler leaned back to the right. At the same time, his claws in his right hand grabbed the man's arm and slammed him with a knife on the mud floor in front of the car.
The man fell to the ground was a bit ignorant, struggling to get up. Han Qingsong supported his left hand and jumped off the motorcycle like a falcon. He kicked the man who had just gotten up with one foot. When he landed, he bent his knees to suppress the man's body, and the handcuffs clicked and handcuffed the man back.
From the moment the man jumped up to when Han Qingsong threw him to the ground and handcuffed him in handcuffs, it was only an instant before and after.
The market people are gasping for breath, good insurance! Almost wiped his neck!
All choked tone that actually spit it out, then they are shocked Han Qingsong, which police effort ye so much?
They did not see Han Qingsong is how to do, he just looked at Kua child crooked to the left, the man took a bucket, followed by how the no see.
From the man leaps to his car before lying on the ground, all but a momentary thing.
"Good!" People on the market began crackling applause, "Good!"
Han Qingsong picked up the person directly, threw it into the sidecar, and picked up the picking knife on the ground. This is a boning knife, worn sharp sharp in the middle there is actually a blood groove, stab people, then absolutely fatal knife.
He turned around and glanced at the man in the sidecar, a slight frown, he took the knife to glance at a few of the villagers. They were stabbed by his biting gaze so that they did not dare to look up, and the knives in their hands could hardly be held. Han Qingsong waved at them, they obediently before the ground.
Han Qingsong hand, they obediently handed the knife in his hand.
Han Qingsong: "fingers open, palms facing up."
Several people obediently followed suit.
Han Qingsong glanced at them one by one. These few were indeed farmers, and they had thick calluses from work on their hands. Hoe, hoe big, tow rope to pull out of the cocoon and other mill, and practice swords and guns out of the cocoon naturally there are differences, discerning eye can see.
Before he was at the man walking posture, pace, gestures and other fellow different knife was suspicious of, so no doubt see their error.
Han Qingsong man glanced toward speculation that beckoned him over, the man ran away scared forget, has been standing by the roadside, at the moment hurriedly ran, "police comrades, so what you are told."
"name."
"Fan, Fan New Year's Eve." The man had lingering fears, whether it was the knife holder or Han Qingsong, he was afraid. He even felt that the knife-bearer wanted to stab himself to death, and he and he didn't have any deep hatred.
Han Qingsong pointed to several other members, "You take them to the Public Security Bureau, and you will get one more offense."
On New Year's Eve, Fan quickly promised, "One, a lot of one." He turned around and said to several members: "Go, hurry up."
Speculation is criticism and education, the big deal is to write checks, report it to the police every week, and will not be beaten doing it. Members did not even question, so they have nothing to fear.
When the few people left, Han Qingsong strolled around the market again, asking a few citizens to ask about the situation. The situation is similar to what they said, that is, a few people saw Fan New Year's Eve, recognized him, and rushed to chase after him.
"They are in addition to associates do?" Han Qingsong scanned the crowd to see who is guilty, who quietly retreat, the results did not find anything.
Or it is really no accomplices, or is a good disguise.
Today things a bit strange that he did not feel that someone dared to attack police for no reason, but the man did assassinate towards him, this matter should not be underestimated.
He patrolled around, and there was an opinion in his heart. He stepped on the motorcycle and glanced at the man, "Name."
Man grunted, eyes malicious, look absolutely natural fear of death look.
Han Qingsong slightly thick eyebrows a pick, right leg lift their feet stepped on a man's chest, wrist doubled that Sha Zhudao to paddle toward men neck.
His eyes Henli edge than the blade but also scary, man suddenly wide open eyes, blurting out: "! Panshi Nong"
Blade Kankan stopped, cold line pressure in the neck, Pan Shinong involuntarily shudder.
Han Qingsong snorted softly, inserted the knife into the left side of the motorcycle, and started the motorcycle booming away.
After he left, an old man in the crowd looked at Han Qingsong's back, his eyes calm and calm like an ancient well. Wearing a black cloth jacket, copying his hands, and wearing a dog-skin hat, he was inconspicuous in the crowd. He stomped his feet, and said to the employee who sold the fence next to him: "It's really cold this day."
"It's not so bad. Brother, that police is really powerful and energetic! It's really a blessing to our common people to have such a person."
Several members of the sales staff were talking about it.
"It's not so bad, these bastards have been doing too many petty thieves these days, and I was cut out the day before yesterday."
The old man copied his hands and sighed, "In this world, petty theft means paying two dollars, but for some people, it's hard to say who is good and who is bad."
He hummed a little song in his mouth, and walked away with his back slightly humped, "For thousands of years, the kings and losers, regardless of his emperors and generals, regardless of his magic and magic, the loess has made ancient things. Nowadays. Some wine is drunk now, a sip of wine and a sip of peanuts...crawling..."
He went slowly to an ordinary courtyard, patted the door twice, and someone opened the door immediately, and he walked in and his back stood up immediately.
"Father, what's it like?"
The old man sighed, "Everyone, let's get up, the time has not come."
"Is it so serious?"
"It's more serious. Didn't you guys show off?"
"Father, don't worry, he doesn't miss anything. He can't catch our elites. They are all small knots."
The old man was still there, holding his finger and muttering something, "Forget it, Bingchen, the sky is broken and the earth is cracked. It seems that the time has not come. I will wait for two more months and see after the Chinese New Year."
"Father, then these boys?"
"Ha, what is their relationship? It just makes them get used to it. It is inevitable to do our business and deal with the police. It is inevitable to go in and out of the yamen, and the relationship with the police is good. Our business has not been in the past since ancient times. Fighting alone, the police in righteous way, the knife head of the underworld licked blood. We are just eating in the middle, and the crime is not dead. Whoever takes us has nothing to do."
"Daddy is right."
"Remember, you guys, no one can kill anyone. As long as they don't owe their lives, it's easy to say anything."
"The old man taught me so."
"What a pity, what a pity." The old man shook his head.
"Father, what a pity?"
"It's a pity that kid, what a good kid. Hey..." The old man glanced at a circle of people in the room. There is always a feeling of no successor. It is impossible to train an heir for more than ten years. The best way is to start teaching from the child.
Some people are not convinced: "No matter how good it is, we are not as good as our little girl."
"Yaya..." The old man was rather undecided. According to the original plan, Yaya could be the grandmother of the future grandmother, and the couple would take care of the man and the wife.
Originally the third child gave him a picture of the child, he thought it was good in every way, but he couldn't accept it easily, and he still had to observe it for three or five years.
The plan is very good. After three or five years of observation, let the youngest teach some gadgets. After learning it, he will also have feelings and be loyal and start to cultivate it. By fifteen or sixteen, you can be alone, and by twenty, you can manage one's business. In this way, he can enjoy his old age and take care of his old age. When he returns to heaven, his seat can be passed to him.
It's a pity that the good plan was disrupted by Han Qingsong.
Hey, five years have passed. Although I have raised a few good children, they are not as good as those children, and all of them are not as good as Yaya. If that kid followed him, he would have been reborn a long time ago.
Thinking of this, he felt a bit resentful towards Han Qingsong, and his successor was lost.
But let me give it a try today, and he immediately wakes up, this person can't stand up to it, it's a cold stubble.
Good people do not fight with officials.
And wait another two years.
"The third child, you still go with me. You tell the second child to restrain him, be careful, and don't get overwhelmed. Han Qingsong is likely to pay attention to him." It is not easy to train a few bosses. Ten years.
"Father, what about Pan's knife?"
"It's okay, he knows what to do, and Han Qingsong can't do anything to him. I gave Han Qingsong a knife to let him and Li Kuangjiu consume and consume, and I just exercised these children so that they could get used to dealing with the police. In another two years. To do our job, first of all, you must be calm, and you will be blessed if you have life."
"Yes."
"I'm leaving, and I won't come over the past two years. You don't have to look for me, and you won't find me."
Although there is a household registration system, it is really impossible to stop him.
The old man left the small courtyard with a middle-to-upper man who was wrapped up in an unusually tight manner. In the winter, it was normal for the cold wind to go out, and no one would doubt it.
After leaving the courtyard, the old man and the third child were walking on the road. He said: "It is estimated that our good times will really come after these two years. Then the second child’s prostitute, your gambling door, the fourth child’s face The door, the fifth deception, the sixth theft, and the miscellaneous door, you are all in one. Remember, we don’t mix with those desperadoes, don’t rob the road, don’t rob, don’t kidnap, don’t rape. We are Huidao, we are not the underworld."
"Grandpa, my disciple remembered."
"Hey, what a nice boy, what a pity."
The old man muttered, copying his hands, and swaying to the station.
...
Back at the Public Security Bureau, Han Qingsong threw the man to the people below for interrogation. By the way, he asked them to pay attention to the few who were waiting to make a record together, and he went to Sun Zhuowen.
"The Korean Bureau is back." Sun Zhuowen said happily.
Han Qingsong's expression was cold, "Send a notice to everyone, come to the county town to report tomorrow, and gather near the county town tonight."
Sun Zhuowen's expression was stunned, and he knew he had to vote, "Okay."
When Han Qingsong took the knife back to the office, he happened to run into Deputy Bureau Li.
Deputy Bureau Li smiled: "The Korean Bureau is back."
Han Qingsong ignored him and went straight into the office.
Deputy Bureau Li: I'm sloppy, you shove a fart. He cursed in his heart but felt wrong, and had to turn around and chase into the office, "Han Ju, what do you mean? Why did I offend you?"
Han Qingsong slapped the picking knife on the desk with a snap. The dirty handle was dull and dull. don’t know how much pig blood had been soaked. The dark blade and sharp blade were really a quick knife. don’t know how many pigs he had killed. .
Deputy Li's scalp numb, "I said Han Qingsong, what do you mean?"
Han Qingsong glanced at him, "Remind you."
Gao Weidong pushed the door in, only feeling that the air pressure in the room was so low that he could hardly make any progress. Seeing the knife and the tension between the two, he said, "This is...what's the situation? I didn't come at the right time? I said Li Ju, you are very courageous."
Dare to provoke Han Qingsong and fight him?
Deputy Bureau Li raked his hair with his hand, and said angrily: "Courage shit, I know what's going on? He, he..." He pointed at Han Qingsong with his fingers, "I will have no nose and face when I come back. Shoot me a knife, what do you mean? You want to give me a knife?"
Gao Weidong actually knew something when he came in, he subconsciously took a light step, let alone him, the two of them combined were not enough for Han Qingsong. After all, those who got up from the lower ranks of the army and those who rose up from civilian cadres were not at the same level of strength.
Han Qingsong glanced at them and snorted, regardless of the knife leaving.
As soon as Han Qingsong left, the stagnant airflow in the room resumed surging, and the depressed atmosphere instantly eased.
Gao Weidong breathed a sigh of relief.
Deputy Bureau Li scolded: "Mystery horse stuff!" Fortunately, I always praised him before, and wanted to promote him. According to this, if he were the chief of his own authority, he would be the first public security officer to give Han Qingsong to the commune as a shit. Special commissioner!
Gao Weidong thought for a while, and probably knew what was going on. The county seat is under the control of Deputy Bureau Li. He is afraid that Han Qingsong will take credit for his work. Now he is so obsessed with it that no one is allowed to intervene. So those who are not doing their jobs properly and committing crimes are obliged to hear the wind and rush to hide when there is something to do in the county town.
Han Qingsong’s person is a commissioner of the commune’s public security, and there is no public security authority in the county. Not to mention arresting people, even normal inquiries are considered to be overstepped.
Deputy Bureau Li stared very closely.
This will undoubtedly hinder many of Han Qingsong's work and indirectly give shelter to lawbreakers.
But Deputy Bureau Li didn't care about this, the most important thing in his eyes was that his status could not be threatened by others!
At this time, the people below him came to report that Han Qingsong had arrested someone. In the interrogation room, Deputy Bureau Li was about to raise people immediately, "Why is he arresting people in the county? The trial is also our trial."
Gao Weidong said slowly: "Ju Li, you're afraid that you won't be able to get involved in this case."
Deputy Bureau Li glared at him.
Gao Weidong stretched out his index finger and pointed the knife cautiously: "This is a knife that assassinates the Korean Bureau. If you dare to assassinate the deputy director, of course the deputy director has to intervene personally. You really can't interfere."
Deputy Bureau Li was startled, someone assassinated Han Qingsong? His first thought, who? It's definitely not me the fuck! The second thought, this bastard finally provokes public anger. Someone can't understand that he wants to be him? The third thought, damn it, who is tired and crooked to compare strength with Han Qingsong? Finally, Damn, do it in Lao Tzu's territory. Isn't this giving Han Qingsong a chance to intervene? If you have the ability, you kill him outside the county seat, killing him 800 times, I will leave it alone.
Therefore, in this case, Deputy Bureau Li cannot intervene, do nothing, or make small moves. Because if he moved, Han Qingsong could doubt if he was involved.
Therefore, Deputy Bureau Li not only couldn't move, but he had to cooperate honestly.
The happiest thing is Sun Zhuowen, haha. He was pressed by Deputy Li's subordinates before, and he was so angry that he wanted to return to the commune. At this moment, the Korean Bureau is trying to hear the case. What information is needed to ask what is the situation? One who dares not cooperate.
There was nothing on the surface of this case. It was not a case. Fan New Year's Eve knew a few people from the textile factory and was able to resell fabrics from others. He reselled everywhere, and when he arrived at the Jiashan brigade, he drank some wine and bragged as soon as he went up, telling others that he wanted to get as much as he wanted. The village happened to have the need for ceremonial occasions. The filial son wanted to express that there must be no few white cloths to wear. As a result, Fan couldn't get it out on New Year's Eve, because the people in the textile factory didn't promise him so much, which delayed other filial sons from showing their filial piety.
There is no trick to iterate over and over again.
For this matter, Pan Shinong would not be allowed to use a knife to attack the police, unless he made a purposeful attack, then he knew Han Qingsong and rushed to him. And Han Qingsong consciously has no grudges with these people. If he is hated by others, it is because of official duties.
Han Qingsong admitted that he did not have any unjust, false, or wrong cases in his official duties. After all, he didn't handle too many large cases, so he wouldn't let people come up and stabbed them.
Intuition tells him that there is something in it.
He listened outside for a while, walked into the interrogation room, and said that the interrogation room was nothing more than a small room with a table and three chairs. Pan Shinong was handcuffed and sat on a chair, opposite a police officer and Sun Zhuowen. asked it many times, but couldn't ask anything.
Han Qingsong picked up the transcript and looked at it, and glanced at Pan Shinong casually, "Which policeman do you have a grudge against?"
"Public security has no good things!" Pan Shinong snorted coldly, his eyes were dark, it seems that he hates the public security, and it doesn't matter who it is.
Sun Zhuowen slapped the table, "There are bad and good public security, I don't think there is a good thing for a bad person like you!"
Han Qingsong saw that he didn't say anything, so he said to Sun Zhuowen: "Go to his brigade to check and see if there is any old love."
Sun Zhuowen went to arrange.
Han Qingsong walked to Pan Shinong and took a look at him, "Who taught you this trick?"
Pan Shinong: "No one teaches."
Han Qingsong: "Ordinary people don't have such skill and skill." Originally, he ran, suddenly stopped and jumped back, but he had to shoot the sword in an instant, unless he could not do it after practice.
Pan Shinong just didn't admit that he only said that he practiced, so he would do three or four tricks.
Han Qingsong didn't force a confession, so he was locked up properly, "When Luo Haicheng comes, give him to Luo Haicheng, no one else is allowed to approach him."
"Korean game, don't worry. I will guard him."
Han Qingsong wouldn't doubt that it was Li Deputy Bureau's arrangement or that it would shut down. It was not so complicated, but he also wanted to use this person to make a fuss and break the gap in the county.
He took advantage of this opportunity to transfer Luo Haicheng and those people, concentrated on sorting out the county town, focusing on assaults, and fighting the arrogance of the new gangs.
Since last year, criminals such as thieves, burglaries, fortune-telling, and scams have increased again. Fortunately, because of strict control, there have been no road robberies or house robberies, and no lives have been killed. But this is also enough to disrupt public order and cause a very bad impact on the citizens and members of the community.
Ordinary people would only say why there are more thieves recently, and can't think of anything else.
Han Qingsong knows that no thief is isolated. The thief does not appear out of thin air, nor does it happen out of thin air. They are organized and trained. He has reason to suspect that it is a group of people who abducted Dawang a few years ago. At that time, he caught some young people, but the first few people did not catch them.
After several years, they have trained new members again, it is entirely possible. Li Kuangjiu's inaction is simply a hotbed for these gangs!
Of course, there may be more than one gang.
Han Qingsong arranged for a walk outside and tried his mind. After walking twice on Renmin Road, he saw Lin Lan coming back on his bicycle.
"Brother! When did you come back?" Lin Lan was so happy to see him appear in front of her eyes, especially at noon when she remembered such an unhappy thing. At this moment, she couldn't ride her bike with excitement and went straight. He ran into it.
Han Qingsong didn't evade, grabbing the head of the car with his big hand, holding the bicycle steady, and holding Lin Lan down as soon as his arm stretched out.
He said: "I've been back for a while."
Lin Lan saw a trace of fatigue between his eyebrows, and said distressed: "Did you not take a good rest and eat these days?" She tiptoed, climbed his arm, and smoothed his eyebrows.
He held her hand and held the handlebar with the other hand, "I'm resting, let's borrow from the brigade below." Seeing her staring at him intently, her eyes soft and nostalgic, suddenly made him feel a little soft, adding Said: "Eat very well, their brigade just killed a pig."
Lin Lan laughed, "Oh, there is pork to eat, my life is not rough. Let's go home early to cook and eat."
Han Qingsong nodded: "Now go back."
The two returned to the Revolutionary Committee, and Han Qingsong went to talk to Sun Zhuowen, and waited for Luo Haicheng to hand over the case to him.
"Tell him the clearance plan, he knows."
Sun Zhuowen: "Good."
Lin Lan went back to her office and went home with Han Qingsong.
The children just came home from school, and when they saw the two came back, Sanwang and Xiaowang rushed over, and one of them threw on Lin Lan.
Xiaowang: "Mother, I miss you so much."
Sanwang: "Officer Lin, what a coincidence."
Lin Lan snapped his forehead, "How about class today?"
Sanwang: "Seriously, more serious than swimming, don't worry."
Prosperous, Mai Sui, and Er Wang followed them, and Er Wang opened the door. At this time, the Gao Ling brothers also ran over.
"Uncle Han, Aunt Lin." The brothers greeted them politely.
Gao Yu was forced by his brother, with a face of reluctance, and didn't dare to move in front of Dawang.
Han Qingsong nodded, Er Wang opened the door, and he followed in.
Gao Ling said, "Han Wangguo, play basketball together tomorrow?"
Dawang: "Look at it and talk about it."
He is going to train.
Seeing that he didn't mean to invite their house to play, Gao Ling was very disappointed and glanced at Mai Sui again. As a result, Mai Sui had already pushed Sanwang Xiaowang's home, and didn't even give him a look.
Gao Ling: "..." is enough, where did he offend her?
Gao Yu pulled him and told him to leave quickly. If he was sick, he had to get in front of Han Wangguo. How could he abuse you if he wanted him to kick you.
Lin Lan looked back and saw that the two were still at the door, wondering whether to invite them over to play.
Dawang: "I want to play with you after dinner."
Gao Ling laughed immediately, "Okay, then I'll wait for you."
After entering the house, Lin Lan's family cooks first.
I have the cured chicken and bacon that stocked before. They are frozen in a small tank in the yard and covered with a board. At this moment, take a piece of bacon out to wash and dissolve. Make a stewed cabbage with bacon and bean curd, stew with other pickles, distill the dough rolls, and cook a few sweet potatoes in the stove.
Because the two kangs have to be heated, the other pot will make a seaweed egg drop soup.
Sanwang Xiaowang helped burn the fire, and Erwang and Maisui cooked.
After filling the pot, Erwang looked at the rolls at home and had to steam the rolls tomorrow.
Now their family life is better. They basically eat thin noodles. Their daily staple food is thin noodles, steamed buns and rolls. They no longer make cornmeal and thin noodles. Cornmeal is reserved for corn mash, pancakes, and mixed with sweet potatoes, millet, soybeans, etc. Sorghum is no longer eaten.
The steamed Famian pancake rolls are naturally much more delicious than those from the dead-mian. They are tender and soft, have a good taste, and nourish the stomach. The dead-faced ones are easy to heartburn.
After dinner, Mai Sui and Er Wang led the two younger brothers to do homework and study, and Prosperous went to Gao Ling to play.
Sanwang saw that Xiaowang returned to the ranks of good children who love to learn in just a few days.
After finishing his homework, Xiaowang made a very simple song with the English words he hadn't learned much. The melody was bright and concise, and it made people feel happy to sing.
He also asked his second brother to play the guitar to accompany him.
When Lin Lan and Han Qingsong came back from a walk, they happened to hear the children singing, and her heart fell to the ground all at once, very practical.
She asked Han Qingsong to wash up early.
They installed a simple shower device in the bathroom. There is a stove in the house, and the hot water is constant, so the shower is convenient. She asked Han Qingsong to take a hot bath and came back to sleep comfortably.
Lin Lan did not wait for the children tonight, so she and Han Qingsong turned off the lights first. The children also know that Han Qingsong has not been at home and went to the countryside to work hard these days. He no longer speaks loudly, closed the door and the radio, and read the questions, quietly.
Lin Lan lay motionless with something in her heart.
Han Qingsong rolled over and hugged her, "What do you think?"
Lin Lan smiled: "I'm sleeping, what can I think of."
Han Qingsong hugged her in his arms, kissed her, and gently touched her smooth back with his big hands, "It's less than nine o'clock." It was a bit early.
Lin Lan: "Do you want to find Luo Haicheng at night?"
"No, he knows how to do it." He recently went to the countryside with Luo Haicheng and Han Qingyun. Luo Haicheng grew faster than Han Qingyun, so he let Luo Haicheng take charge of this, and let Han Qingyun also manage the collective work of the communes.
"Three brothers, is there any danger for you to go to the countryside?" Lin Lan put his arm on his head and moved closer to him. As long as he is there, the bed will always be warm.
"What's the danger? No. It's just ordinary people, starting quarrels, and conflicts with the cadres of the brigade, it doesn't matter." Han Qingsong said.
"Then what's going on today?" Lin Lan didn't ask or say anything when she was in the Revolutionary Committee, but she was said to be in danger today when the Korean Bureau was in danger. A man wanted to chop him with a knife, but she was frightened. Jump.
Although she saw Han Qingsong doing well first, and then she heard that someone was using a knife, her heart was still a little nervous.
With this man, is there anything else?
Han Qingsong: "Someone is fighting in the bazaar, I will go to the fight and bring people back for questioning by the way."
The few members who bought the cloth were poor, lower-middle peasants, and their education was down. The knives could not be confiscated, and they had to be returned to them, so they were released.
However, Pan Shinong and Fan New Year's Eve had to be detained for a while, let's talk about them.
He was afraid that Lin Lan would be worried, so naturally he refused to say that Pan Shinong's knife was directed at him. To be honest, if he saw Pan Shinong playing a knife on other occasions, he would boast that he played well. At this moment, I caught him by myself, and naturally I had to interrogate where I learned this sword technique, who I learned it from, and so on.
Although learning a sword is not against the law, many people in the countryside have served as soldiers or learned from martial arts in the old society, but there must be traces to follow. As long as he speaks it out, he can let people go and check it to see what the source is doing, the light that is not visible.
If you are not afraid of meeting people, Pan Shinong will naturally say.
However, Pan Shinong repeatedly said that his sword technique is a family tradition. His father used to do two tricks and taught him that he could learn it without a teacher.
Han Qingsong didn't doubt it, and waited tomorrow to investigate and ask at Pan Shi's farmhouse to see what the villagers' neighbors said.
Lin Lan put her face on his chest and said softly: "Brother, you must protect yourself. The bad guys can't be caught. If the water is clear, there will be no fish, and if the water is clear, there will be no fish. There are good people and bad people. You only need to catch those who are guilty of crimes, and you will be punished severely if you catch them. Those who are not important will be given to their parents for education."
After all, they are just a few police officers. If they catch the thieves all over the city, how can they catch them? If you get caught, you can't be punished severely. At most, you can educate you and waste your energy.
In modern society, the public security system is well developed, and there are only a lot more bad actors.
Han Qingsong turned over and lay down, letting her lie on her chest to stretch out, "You're right."
"Unless we have great confidence in catching turtles in the urn, we can't push each other to the Jedi. If there is room, they will have concerns and dare not take risks. Once they enter the Jedi, they will easily die if they have no nostalgia. We can't touch them with ourselves. Those crude rubble." Lin Lan lay on his chest and raised her head. Although the light in the room was extremely dim, she could still look at his face accurately.
Her voice was unprecedentedly gentle, with an insignificant request, and it was also unprecedentedly beautiful in his ears, which made him unable to refuse.
He can no longer care about his life and death like he was in the army.
He pressed her head against him, kissed her, "Listen to you."
Lin Lan laughed, lying on his chest, "Third brother, you are so kind."
He lost his mind and rolled over to cover her under him, "It can be better."
Lin Lan: "You are very tired when you go to the countryside. Let's still sleep..."
He didn't want to talk anymore, just wanted to use his actions to show that he really wanted to sleep with her.