After Zhang Liwu left Zhao Tiancheng's house, he didn't go back immediately, and now it was an eventful time in Pingchuan County.

Zhang Liwu is a well-known person in the Pingchuan police system, and the two patrol officers did not recognize Zhao Changshu, who had just arrived in Pingchuan.

"Captain Zhang, just now we found out that there was a shootout here.The murderer was riding in a Mercedes-Benz business.He had already run away.The person who was assassinated was the owner of this Poussin.He snatched our police car.Captain Zhang.Hurry up and help us go and recover the car."

This guy wanted to go on, but was rudely interrupted by Zhang Liwu: "Where did County Magistrate Zhao go, he went to chase the killer."

Zhang Liwu knew Zhao Changlan's car, and knew that it was Zhao Changshu who was going home, so he didn't have time to listen to the detailed report of the patrol police.

"County Magistrate Zhao, which county magistrate Zhao." The two patrolmen's heads were a little foggy, and they didn't turn a corner for a moment.

"Grass, which other county magistrate Zhao and Pingchuan county magistrate Zhao Changshu are the owners of this Poussin." Zhang Liwu yelled as he ran towards his police car.

The two criminal policemen's heads were still a little foggy, but they instinctively pointed in the direction where Zhao Changshu left. It wasn't until Zhang Liwu's car roared away, that the two of them looked at each other, and suddenly understood.

Zhao Changshu had already forgotten all the traffic rules, drove the car as if it was flying, ran a red light, drove in the wrong direction, how to shorten the distance to the martyr's cemetery, how to get there, fortunately, he was driving a police car, but there was no traffic police to intercept him.

The citizens of Pingchuan saw that the police were driving the police car so wildly, and knew that something big had happened, so they quickly hid their cars on the side of the road, and watched Zhao Changgun's car whizz past them.

Some drivers were still angry, and they were going to complain, but when they saw the constant change of direction on the road, overtaking, tail flicking, and drifting police cars, their eyes were about to fall to the ground.

"My good brother has met the car god."

Many people muttered as they fumbled to their phones, intending to take pictures, but when they took them out, Zhao's car was already out of sight.

It was supposed to be a half-hour drive from the shooting site to the martyrs' cemetery in the eastern suburbs of Pingchuan County, but it took Zhao Changshu less than seven minutes to feel the scene.

Zhao Changshu stopped the car at the gate of the martyr's cemetery with a creak, and then Sayazi ran towards the security room at the gate.

There was no security guard in the security room of the martyrs' cemetery, and the Civil Affairs Bureau just hired an old man who was almost sixty years old to watch the gate.

From a distance, Zhao Changshu saw that the security room was shining brightly, it seemed to be the fluorescent of the TV, but Zhao Changlan's heart did not let go at all.

With the ferocity of the killers, they are very likely to kill the old man guarding the gate.

At this moment, Zhao Changshu suddenly felt that in the face of the elusive criminals, his words were really a bit big.

The door of the security room was unlocked, and Zhao Lance pushed it open and broke in, until he saw the situation in the room, and Zhao Lance's heart became even more restless.

I saw that the room was empty, only a 24-inch old-fashioned picture tube color TV placed on the corner cabinet was constantly turning on and off.

"This time, we have seconded a large number of police forces from Yulin City, vowed to eradicate the criminal syndicates and evil forces in Pingchuan County, and to give the people a good day.

"Damn, despicable." Zhao Changshu scolded secretly, and then shouted loudly, "Uncle, uncle, are you there?"

Zhao Changshu is not a fool; Zong Weiyang held this county-wide township cadres video conference overnight at this time; What is the meaning of this? He has a clear door in his heart; Originally, this matter was operated and led by Zhao Changshu alone; but after Zong Weiyang's video conference was held, all this was carried out under his leadership.

Although Zhao Changshu saw what Zong Weiyang meant, he didn't have the heart to worry about Zong Weiyang.

Zhao Changshu shouted, and walked to the inside, the security room was originally only one, and was later divided into two, the outside is the old man's workshop, inside is a bed, and some living altars, jars, chili sauce, leek flowers, tofu milk, and a few hard steamed buns that can kill people, there is no trace of the old man at all.

Zhao Changshu had a bad premonition in his heart, could it be that the old man who was watching the gate had really been killed by the killer.

"Uncle, uncle," Zhao shouted, looking around the security room, he really hoped that the old man was just going to poop, and he would be back in a while.

At this moment, Zhao Changlan suddenly remembered a sentence from the Mercedes-Benz business when the killer fled: "?? Oh yes, I have one more in my hand."

Because the Mercedes-Benz business was in a hurry at that time, Zhao Changshu didn't hear what the killer's last words were, and only heard them say that they had something else in their hands.

Zhao Changshu had been thinking about Zhao Tiancheng's ashes before, and he didn't notice the killer's last words.

After thinking about this, Zhao Changshu's originally restless heart calmed down a little, and as long as the person was not dead, Zhao Changshu was confident that he could save the person.

Zhao Changshu no longer shouted, but walked towards Zhao Tiancheng's tomb.

At this moment, his phone rang, and after Zhao Changshu answered the phone, Zhang Liwu's anxious voice came from the receiver: "County Magistrate Zhao, where are you now, are you in danger?"

"I'm fine, I'm in the Martyrs' Cemetery, the killer kidnapped the old man who was guarding the door, I'm rushing to Brother Tiancheng's grave, I guess something happened to his grave." Zhao Changshu said in a calm tone as much as possible.

"County Magistrate Zhao, you wait for me, I'll come over right away." Zhang Liwu hung up the phone after speaking.

Although Zhao Changshu had already guessed that there was something wrong with Zhao Tiancheng's tomb, when he saw the scene, he was still angry and hit the top beam, his fists were clenched, and his teeth creaked.

I saw that Zhao Tiancheng's tomb had been completely excavated, and the stone loess was thrown around the tomb in a mess, and the urn inside the tomb had already disappeared.

In the past, people in Linhe Province paid attention to burial, that is, after death, they directly buried them in the cemetery with a coffin, and they had to pile up a tall and large grave on the ground.

Later, in order to prevent the dead and the living from competing for land, the government advocated cremation, but the villagers' thinking could not turn this bend at all, refused to cooperate with the government, continued to be buried after death, and then the government rewarded and punished together, and finally gradually changed people's concepts.

However, the government's enforced cremation policy was a complete failure, because after the people cremated the bodies into the ground, they still piled up a large grave on the ground.

Once thousands of years of customs have been formed, it is not a decree or two that can be changed in a short period of time.

In the eyes of the local people, once the dead are buried in the ground, it is taboo to be dug up again, and now Zhao Tiancheng's ashes have not only been dug up, but also stolen.

Knocking on widows' doors, digging up graves, stealing graves and digging graves have always been the most shameful and hateful.

Zhao Changshu knew that if this matter reached the ears of Zhao Tiancheng's parents, the two old men might die, and the death of their son had already put their nerves on the verge of collapse.

Not only Uncle Zhao, but also the other people in Pingchuan County will panic when they know about this, and in their opinion, threatening the dead will make you more terrifying than threatening the living.

Zhao Changlan clenched his fists vigorously.The finger bones were all clattered by him.He had always thought about the living.He sent heavy troops to protect the old and old folks who attended Zhao Tiancheng's funeral.But he didn't expect that the cunning criminals would actually open the minds of the dead.

"Dog, if Lao Tzu doesn't kill you all, Lao Tzu won't be called Zhao Changshu." Zhao Changlan smashed a fist on a bluestone slab, and actually smashed the fifteen-centimeter bluestone slab in half.

Zhang Liwu came very quickly, and when he saw Zhao Tiancheng's messy cemetery, his head suddenly went blank, and his ears buzzed.

After a moment of stunned thought, Zhang Liwu suddenly pouted, knelt down on his knees in front of Zhao Tiancheng's grave, and said in pain: "Tiancheng, I'm sorry for you, so that you won't be able to live in peace after death."

Zhang Liwu's nine-foot-tall man burst into tears again.

The man has tears and doesn't flick, but he hasn't reached the sad place. He is a local, and he is more serious about the digging of the tomb than Zhao's spear.

Zhao Changshu walked up to Zhang Liwu, patted him on the shoulder, and said bitterly: "Zhang Liwu, get up, it's not the time for us to be sad, we must recover Brother Tiancheng's heroic soul as soon as possible, and rescue the old janitor safely."

Zhang Liwu stood up and wiped away the tears from the corners of his eyes, and then said: "County Magistrate Zhao, what should we do?

Zhao Changshu pondered for a moment, and then said: "My opinion is, don't inform Uncle Zhao and Aunt Zhao of the theft of Brother Tiancheng's ashes first.