The usually deserted laboratory is full of people at this time. The veteran criminal policemen who have been immersed in the way of solving cases for many years do not believe in evil and gather in front of ballistic detection instruments freely, and they have to look at them with their own eyes before they give up.

Even the most uninitiated, you can see that the rifling of the two bullets placed on the instrument is carved out of a mold, no, it should be said that the same gun was fired.

Sang Nianyuan, an old criminal policeman muttered the name that had long been thrown into the depths of his memory, and everyone's faces were a little ugly for a while. Sixteen years, I haven't heard the name in sixteen years. The name that once represented the glory of the police world, and later gave the police community infinite shame; The name that made countless meritorious contributions, but later became the same thing; The name that was originally upright, but later became a criminal; The name that was once sought after, but later avoided; That legend of honor and shame.

Regardless of whether the older generation of the L City Public Security Bureau is willing or unwilling to admit it, Sang Nianyuan is there. What he has done, right or wrong, sixteen years can drown everything, and no one will hold a dead person accountable, he has long been history. If it weren't for today's public case, Sang Nianyuan's three words would be meaningless.

"Old Zhou, what's going on? Shouldn't the gun of the Sang team back then sleep in the evidence room? How can it be used in homicides? "These old criminal policemen present, even if they have not worked under Sang Nianyuan before, have heard of his name, and they are even more familiar with the unprecedented arrest.

It is rumored that at that time the Public Security Bureau sent people from two detachments. went to arrest Sang Nianyuan, and stopped his police car on the street, but he is not a good stubble, and it is impossible to arrest him. Everyone knew that it would take a lot of trouble to arrest him, but no one thought that he would have the audacity to shoot in the street, shoot his peers, resist arrest, fight and retreat with multiple weapons, and escape more than 700 meters. Mixed into the factory with complex terrain at the time. I made up my mind to resist to the end.

According to the police who cleaned up the scene afterwards, Sang Nianyuan's escape route was more than 700 meters away, leaving countless bullet holes. Several residents on both sides were unfortunately hit by stray bullets. Two died after rescue efforts failed. Of course, this account will be counted on Sang Nianyuan's head in the end. It's not like he's wronged, just imagine if he was an upright policeman and didn't do anything wrong. How could he resist arrest in front of the street, carrying a variety of lethal weapons behind, and even when shooting at his former colleagues, he had no mercy, and the guns went to the point, ruthlessly harvesting the lives of five colleagues before being killed, creating a shooting case that shocked the whole country at that time.

What happened at the scene at that time, the policemen who participated in the encirclement and suppression were tight-lipped and reluctant to say more, but the two corpses of the crowd and the five policemen, as well as more than a dozen wounds on Sang Nianyuan's body, made people guess how tragic the scene was.

Just a year before Sang Nianyuan was killed, he had also won the honor of the top ten criminal police captains in the country, had just been added to the police rank, and was awarded a second-class meritorious service. Who would have thought that in less than a year, the police community that had given him honor was slapped by him with a big and loud slap, and he lost face, and at that time, there were only a few high-rise buildings in L City that still hung huge photos of Sang Nianyuan being commended.

Just such a person who colluded with the local underworld forces, acted as a protective umbrella to illegally make huge profits, had public power in his hands, and did things that disregarded people's lives, would actually be made a model and praised as a heroic figure, could it be that all the people in L City were blind at that time?

The white-haired old policeman known as Lao Zhou glanced faintly at the person who had just asked him: "Lao Li, are you old and don't know your head?" Where is there any Sang team, Sang Nianyuan has committed such a big crime, it is not a pity to die, he has already been expelled from the police! Leaving this sentence loudly, Lao Zhou shook his sleeves and turned his head away, leaving the rest of the people to make eye contact with each other a few times, and they all scattered.

These old guys who have lived well are like mirrors in their hearts, Sang Nianyuan is a forbidden area that cannot be touched by the L City Public Security Bureau. Besides, more than ten years have passed, what does his matter have to do with them, the little policemen who just joined the company back then, what should they do, they dispersed.

Lao Zhou came out of the examination room, bowed his head all the way back to his office, closed the door, and sat down dejectedly, only to finally can't help but show a little sadness on his face. Who would have thought that the old policeman who lives in a corner of the Public Security Bureau, is so idle that he can no longer be idle, basically in a state of retirement such as eating and eating, and managing old files that no one cares about, is actually the deputy of the once shocking police legend Sang Nianyuan, and he is also a very good personal friend.

Lao Zhou was one of the first policemen to be sent to deal with the aftermath after the encirclement and suppression ended sixteen years ago. He had seen Sang Nianyuan die without turning a blind eye. Later, the old forensic doctor in charge of dissecting the corpse told him privately that Sang Nianyuan had been shot eight times when he died, and the blood had almost run dry. Even if he saw with his own eyes that there were two micro-chongs next to his corpse, holding a handful of May Fourth tightly in his hand, he just refused to believe that this brave, resourceful, and iron-clad man would actually be what everyone called a heinous criminal later.

He also fought and spoke for Sang Nianyuan, but everyone was full of gold and ruined bones, and he was soft-spoken, how could he block the mouths of the people? In the face of that iron-clad fact, he can't believe it, and he can't resist it.

So Sang Nianyuan's death was so conclusive, everything was his own fault and his own death. Those who saw the wind and steered the rudder were blinded by a sentence, and easily put aside all suspicions.

Oh, yes! None of them are wrong, it is Sang Nianyuan who is wrong. He hid it so well and deep that he deceived everyone. So the damn one died, and the rest of the people should still do what they should do, and the only one who was implicated might be Lao Zhou himself. He has a bright future, but he was deliberately found fault and charged with extorting confessions by torture. If it weren't for his usual caution, those people would not have been able to hold on to him, and at the beginning of the 21st century, when the ban was first introduced, he would have ended up in disrepute and imprisoned.

In the end, they could only find a way to drive him out of the criminal police team and transfer him to the cold yamen of the archives. Leave him to fend for himself. Lao Zhou didn't understand, it was his own existence that hindered the eyes of some people, and he didn't know the times and wanted to speak for Sang Nianyuan, and other people couldn't wait to forget him, especially the then leader of the Public Security Bureau, Sang Nianyuan had many outstanding achievements in the past, how generous the honor was on him, and now the slap in their faces is as loud as it is. Sang Nianyuan's existence is proof that they can't recognize people clearly, and now people are dead. Don't hurry up to whitewash the peace. There are still people who want to turn over old accounts and correct Sang Nianyuan's name, how can this be?

Hehe, this time you're going to continue to slap your face clearly, right? Lao Zhou couldn't help but pull out a slightly sarcastic smile. Sang Nianyuan has good marksmanship. Eighties and nineties of the last century. It's chaotic in society. The police, especially the criminal police, are armed with guns.

Sang Nianyuan is also a person who loves guns, and all kinds of famous guns at home and abroad are like treasures. The five-four type he distributed was regarded by him as a treasure of his heart, and he couldn't wait to sleep to hold it, and he ran to the shooting range to practice guns whenever he had time. Lao Zhou was close to him at that time, and his beloved gun, Lao Zhou didn't know how many times he had seen it, so there was no reason why he didn't know it. But at the scene, beside Sang Nianyuan, there were all kinds of long guns and short guns, there were six or seven, but there was no five-four type issued by the police at that time. As for the one he was holding in his hand, Lao Zhou didn't have to look carefully, and he knew that it was not the one Sang Nianyuan was used to at all.

The May Fourth pistol has stable performance and low failure rate, so it has always been Sang Nianyuan's favorite robbery type, and his own one is wiped from time to time, and he can't wait to clean up the chamber ten times and eight times a day, it is very well maintained, and the gun body is shiny, where is the gray May Fourth in his hand can be compared.

But later, Lao Zhou was on the list of evidence, and he saw Sang Nianyuan's five-four pistol on it, and he questioned it at the time, but he was sneered at and robbed of white, at that time, Lao Zhou and Sang Nianyuan had a good relationship with everyone, and many people said that he was not clean and was in the same group as Sang Nianyuan. He was not convinced, and wanted to re-examine the physical evidence to verify whether the gun was owned by Sang Nianyuan, but no one was willing to let him toss blindly. No matter what the psychology of everyone is, whether they deliberately framed Sang Nianyuan, or simply wanted this matter to pass. In short, Lao Zhou received pressure from all sides, and finally sacrificed his favorite job, and failed to investigate the ugliness. As for the one in the evidence room, which should belong to Sang Nianyuan, he didn't even touch it.

Sixteen years have passed. It's been so long that everyone has forgotten Sang Nianyuan, so long that people with ulterior motives have relaxed their vigilance, and so long that Lao Zhou himself thinks that he can't wait for the day when the truth is revealed. Then a miracle happened, although Sang Nianyuan's man was gone, his gun was still there. Lao Zhou was looking forward to it, wanting to see how he would clear up his suspicions now by biting to death in the evidence room and holding the gun that was all the people in Sang Nianyuan. It can't be said that the heavy custody of the public security bureau's physical evidence room makes people steal an important piece of physical evidence unknowingly, right?

Lao Zhou felt that the current leader could not afford to lose this face, because just a few days ago, at the provincial public security system commendation meeting, the leaders of the municipal bureau also said complacently how advanced the physical evidence room of their public security bureau was, how solid it was, and before the words landed, the gun that should have been kept in the physical evidence room flowed out and was used as a murder weapon, and it could not be described with a slap in the face?

There are not a few people who have the same idea as him, and as soon as the appraisal report of the laboratory comes out, the door of the evidence room has been opened. The physical evidence that should have been placed in the corner to collect dust was turned out again, filling two large boxes. One of the boxes was filled with all kinds of bullets collected from the scene of the crime, a total of more than 70 bullets, and the other box was the gun used by Sang Nianyuan when he resisted stubbornly. At the top, it was the May Fourth style that should have been issued to Sang Nianyuan.

Seeing this gun honestly lying in the evidence room and not seeing the light of day, the faces of the leaders were so wonderful and wonderful. They would rather the gun mysteriously disappear from the evidence room than face the fact that they may have created an unjust, false and wrongful conviction in the past. Although there are still several other guns in front of him, the existence of these black guns makes Sang Nianyuan at least unable to escape the charge of illegal possession of firearms no matter what, and there are also the five policemen who died. They had to desperately comfort themselves in their hearts that there was no problem with the case back then, even if there were some small flaws, the general direction was right, and this small flaw could also be interpreted as a mistake with the technical inspection methods at that time, and it had no impact on the overall situation at all.

Sang Nianyuan's gun re-interviewed, creating another bloody case, which has nothing to do with his previous punishment, it is just another criminal case. The top priority at the moment is not to investigate which of the experts who handled it 16 years ago who made a small mistake, but to seize the murderers for the three innocent dead who died innocently in front of the case and seek justice.

Therefore, taking advantage of the fact that the public security system of the provincial capital had just finished the meeting, L City launched a special management action to crack down on gun-related crimes and confiscate black guns. The three-corpse case that just happened in the beauty salon is the top priority.

No one has ever mentioned Sang Nianyuan again, it seems that the gun used by the murderer is a shoddy product on the assembly line of a family handicraft workshop deep in the mountains, and the person they want to arrest is only one of the thousands of murderers in China.

Finally stayed up until the afternoon to get off work, Lao Zhou locked the door and left, but instead of taking the bus home directly at the gate of the Public Security Bureau as usual, he turned into a flower shop next to him, bought a handful of white chrysanthemums, took a taxi, and drove to a cemetery in the suburbs.

How could he have forgotten? Yesterday, it was Sang Nianyuan's death taboo. Sixteen years, he only came once shortly after Sang Nianyuan's burial, met his sister-in-law who was in pain, and cried sadly in front of the tomb with his son who was just thirteen years old.

If there is still a person in this world who really believes that Sang Nianyuan is completely innocent, it is only him, the pillow man. With tears rippling in her eyes, she held Lao Zhou and didn't let go, emphasizing over and over again that Sang Nianyuan was innocent. However, at that time, Lao Zhou ran back and forth for Sang Nianyuan's affairs, and he had already touched a lot of dust, knowing that he was powerless to change anything, so he had to hide his face in shame and run away, and he was embarrassed to appear in front of them again for more than ten years since then.

The last thing he saw when he left was that he remembered the little son who was only thirteen years old, his wolf-like fierce gaze, and the hatred that emanated from his bones. After that, the mother and son quickly faded out of everyone's sight, but Lao Zhou has never forgotten the boy who lost his father, and he didn't know what he had been doing all these years when he grew up. (To be continued.) )