As an organ of dictatorship, the Public Security Bureau has interrogations, shelters, and detention centers in every county.

Of course, in small counties, the three units in each county are together, and the prisoners are also in the same building.

That is, in terms of management, it is impossible to achieve the monopoly of the public security bureau.

In any case, ordinary police officers of the Public Security Bureau only have the right to carry small-caliber pistols.

Therefore, the public security bureau is in charge of it. However, on the periphery of these units, all armed police soldiers are on duty 24 hours a day.

At present, China has just entered the reform and opening up, and various systems are very imperfect, especially the laws are lagging behind.

When it came to the peace wind last year, Wushan was ready to set off a wave of liquidating unjust, false and wrongly decided cases in the whole region with Zhang Hongjun's wind.

Seeing that there were no relevant measures above, in the end, he still suppressed the impulse in his heart.

After all, a newcomer who has entered the officialdom, you can speak on your political achievements, but don't go against the wind above.

The murder case of the Koktal Brigade in Turhong Commune, Fuyun County, once again made Wushan face up to the catastrophe of the past ten years.

For ordinary people, it is a lingering shadow. How many families have lost their wives and how many citizens have died.

If he didn't express the mistakes of that period in his tenure, even he wouldn't be able to pass his own level.

Within the political and legal system, Li Kaijun is presiding, and I believe that various counties can make due contributions in correcting mistakes and punishing incompetent officials who have come up during the special period.

As for whether it can be done 100 percent, that situation can only depend on luck.

Wushan is not a saint. He is just a flesh-and-blood person, and he will not be able to do everything, and he has to rely on the people below to carry it out.

The level of enforcement of the law by the executors is also their own preferences. In many cases, it can affect the lives of ordinary people.

In any case, it must be done, and as for the effect, we can only do our best to obey the destiny of God.

At the very least, it is necessary to let the people of Ouluotai see that the current government team has a positive attitude towards the unjust, false and wrongly decided cases after the founding of the People's Republic of China.

At the same time, it is widely publicized in society. Try not to wronged a good person, and you won't let a bad person go lightly.

There is a prisoner-managed area in the Olotai region that is not entirely part of the region. That's Fuhai Prison.

The jurisdiction of the prison is in the Victorian Provincial Public Security Department, and the Olothai area is only in escrow.

Actually, not to mention in Victoria, but in the whole of China. Many of the felons are held in prisons across Victoria.

The prison here. All of them are located in the middle of the desert and the Gobi.

Not to mention the prisoners imprisoned inside, it is a question whether a normal person with a compass can go from the prison area to the oasis alive.

The supply of Fuhai Prison was entrusted by the Ouluotai Region to Fuhai County, and the supplies were transported once a week by a fleet of trucks.

On the map, you can't find this place, there is a relatively tasteful name, it is called Fuhai Farm.

Starting from Fuhai County, there is a 324 National Highway in the southeast of the county. It leads to 184 Commune, Jihai Industrial Zone, and Fuyun County.

On both sides of the road, there is no one on the road. Occasionally, desert plants such as camel thorns wither in the cold winds.

After about 50 kilometers along the national highway, a nondescript road turns northeast and another 15 kilometers or so to reach Fuhai Farm.

With the exception of felons, the average prisoner had to work on the farm every day.

The tools of labor, after the end of each day, are collectively kept by the armed police soldiers.

It's winter, it's snowing, and the prisoners don't have much to do.

What's more, in the winter in northern Xinjiang, when the wind blows outside, they are cold, and they are reluctant to come out of the warm cell.

China's prison cells, at least in this era, have no real sense of the word.

In prisons, murderers and fights are rarely provoked.

And those who engage in the relationship between men and women, as well as embezzlers and fraudsters, are the targets of bullying.

They may be much more educated than most prisoners, and they do a lot of work in prisons, and when they eat, the flesh is taken away by the strong ones.

If there are occasional things sent by family members, most of them will fall into the pockets of those people.

"Zhang Laoshi, come and help me read the letter!" In a row of prisons, a voice like a broken gong spoke.

The real name of this person is Zhang Zerui. After he entered the prison, he kept writing letters of complaint every day, and ordinary people never kept silent no matter how they beat him and scolded him.

Over time, the real name was forgotten.

A reprieve offender who had been locked up with him once said, "You are really honest." Since then, his name has been replaced.

Zhang Zerui is only in his forties this year, but his face is full of wrinkles, his back is a little hunched, his hair is gray, and his eyes are presbyopia.

He was by the window, took off all his underwear, and concentrated on pinching lice.

"Wait a while," Zhang honestly said angrily, "You have asked me to read it to you countless times, what else is there to see?" ”

As he was talking, he found another lice, squinted his eyes, and squeezed the nails of his two thumbs in the middle, and could hear the slight clattering of the two fingernails colliding together.

"Hello dear Dad. Grandma said, you have traveled far away, and it will be a long time before you can come back. ”

"My mother left us for three years, and it is said that she gave birth to a son with a wild man at my grandmother's house."

The aunt took her brother away, saying that from now on, her brother would be her son. I wondered, how could she and her eldest uncle rob her brother if they didn't have children? ”

"After my brother left, no one was playing with me. The little pillar of Lao Zhou's house next door said that I was a girl from a labor camp, and we had a fight, and he smashed my head with a stone to bleed. ”

"When I got home, my grandmother sprinkled it with incense ash, and now it has a scar, and it is almost impossible to see it."

"Grandma said you'd help me beat him when you came back, didn't you?"

"Your daughter: Eldest daughter Qi."

The letter is written in pencil and is inherently indistinct, with many typos and pinyin.

The handwriting on it has been rubbed on it for a long time by Qi Sangou, the owner of the letter, and there are no words in many places.

Except for the first half-recognition of the plates. Every time Zhang Zerui read the letter from memory.

After listening to him read the letter, Qi Sangou's eyes were full of tears, and he put the letter paper in the envelope.

He wiped his eyes. Looking at the Great Wall on the stamp and the words of the Chinese People's Post in a daze.

In the middle of the night, Qi Sangou put the letter into the pocket of his close-fitting clothes, and gently stroked the pocket with his hand.

In this prison, others looked down on Zhang Laoshi, and only he saw that this person with glasses was a cultural person and did not bully.

What's more, the crime of two people. All of them are life sentences, one is a counter-revolutionary, and the other is a strong woman and a young girl.

"It's time to eat. It's time to eat! "There is a small square opening in the door that only opens when it is time to eat.

A young man in his twenties, who slept in the second seat of the house, hurriedly took out two sets of utensils from his travel bag under the kang and handed them to the small hole.

"Master Cui, this is my and Brother Wen's!" The young man was not without flattery: "It's a little more." ”

Two porcelain bowls. Contains six steamed buns. The rest is potato stew with cabbage.

The rest of the prisoners also silently handed the cutlery out of the hole.

Each of them only has two steamed buns, and the dishes are obviously less than half.

Zhang Laoshi waited for everyone to finish eating, and then took a small earthen bowl and handed it out from the small hole.

Earlier, he also had porcelain bowls, but they had already been snatched away by others.

"Bah, is it Zhang Honest?" Master Cui was obviously not interested in the strong girl's offense, so he handed in a steamed bun.

Before Zhang Laoshi got his hand, he quickly broke most of the steamed buns. Then pass it in.

"You, comrade, why do you treat each of them differently?" A majestic voice came from behind the food deliverer.

Master Cui looked behind him. I couldn't help but gasp.

When did the warden and the instructor come with a tall young man? They seemed to be very respectful of the man.

"Hello comrade leader!" Master Cui still has eyesight, and hurriedly explained: "Zhang Laoshi is a waste of food, and he actually forced a woman to a seven or eight-year-old girl." ”

Obviously, the person who came was Wushan.

He couldn't take care of other prisons in Victoria. But on the one-third of an acre of land in Oulothai, I don't want unjust, false and wrongful cases.

Zhang Zerui's case is very bizarre.

The scroll says that this man was a strong woman who an eight-year-old girl and caused her to become pregnant.

If the case had taken place in Africa or some other tropical place, the credibility would have been greater, because the people there had matured early.

In China, after a few decades, children will be well fed and generally grow early, and it is impossible to have a period at the age of eight.

If the people from Fuhai come, the people in the prison may be a little polite and won't let them visit.

Although the prison is built in the desert, it is not to say that it is isolated from the outside world.

They had long known that a very young commissioner had come to the Oulothai region, and they were still shocked to see the real person.

Since the commissioner wanted to check the file, the prison director did not say a word, and directly took out all the materials of more than 1,000 prisoners.

If Zhang Zerui really committed a crime by a strong woman, why did he keep writing appeal letters after he went to prison?

There are more than 1,000 people, no matter how powerful Wushan is, it is impossible to read them all.

After reading a few, he asked the two of them to report whether there were unjust, false and wrongful convictions.

The instructor is more upright, and he doesn't believe that a Chinese medicine doctor will force a woman to do a young girl, and the first one to say is Zhang Zerui.

"I don't know if I can release Zhang Zerui, I want to ask him." Wu Shan ignored Master Cui, turned his head and asked the two persons in charge of the prison next to him.

"If you want to ask, Commissioner, then open it." The warden and the instructor exchanged glances and agreed.

If it is said that the murderers of the five big and three rough murderers are released, they may have concerns and want to call the armed police to follow, what is a little old man afraid of?

"Eat, eat more!" In the office, Wu Shan looked at Zhang Zerui and couldn't help but think of his father in another time and space.

Perhaps, he was also a target of bullying in prison back then.

"Report to the government, I'm ready to eat!" Zhang Zerui is a traditional Chinese medicine student, so he naturally understands the truth of overeating.

After arriving in prison, he was bullied and often did not have enough to eat, and over time, the amount of food became smaller.

Wushan asked Master Cui to bring him steamed buns for six prisoners and a bowl of potato stewed cabbage.

The quality of the flour is not good, and there are still some noodles in the steamed bread that are not open and hard.

Potatoes stewed with cabbage, Wushan only saw that there was more than half a bucket of soup inside, and there was no oil or salt.

However, he himself is a person who is not particular about diet, and the speed of eating is much faster than Zhang Laoshi.

"Tell me about you!" Wu Shan glanced at the two prison leaders who were suffering with them, and they were still there without eating a single bite.

"Huh?" Zhang Zerui was so trembling that his glasses were about to fall off: "Report to the government, I want to appeal." ”

"Yes, I see that your case is very suspicious." Wu Shan sighed: "I just want to hear you tell the case yourself." ”

In the Yimeng Mountains in southwest Shandong, Zhang Zerui was famous more than 20 years ago.

Learned from a small family, the thread-bound books of traditional Chinese medicine are well memorized.

I did well in school and was admitted to China's premier medical university.

After graduating, he refused to stay in school and stayed in the big city, Youhuo, and returned to his hometown.

After studying in the university system, Zhang Zerui's level is not much better than that of the old Chinese medicine doctor who has practiced medicine for decades.

Such people, even doctors, envy a lot, and even more envy.

Finally, an unprecedented special period has arrived, and people like Zhang Zerui, who concentrate on academics, will inevitably be impacted.

In any case, those rebels could not be offended too harshly, and no one dared to guarantee that they would not have three illnesses and two pains.

One day, an eight-year-old girl came and said that she had a pain in her lower abdomen.

After asking about the condition, Zhang Zerui didn't care, and the initial diagnosis should be appendicitis.

Naturally, Chinese medicine did not want to operate, so she asked her family to grab two pairs of traditional Chinese medicine and go back to boil and drink them, in order to melt them.

Unexpectedly, the little girl's lower abdomen is getting bigger and bigger.

Traditional Chinese medicine, naturally, is the older the more popular, coupled with the rumors of many people, the child's parents sent the little girl to the county hospital.

Western medicine operated on it at that time, and took out a sarcoma the size of a grape kernel in the lower abdomen, and filled a large bowl.

The director of the Chinese Medicine Hospital is a small leader of a rebel faction, and he usually doesn't like Zhang Zerui.

He didn't know anything about pathology at all, and after hearing about the condition, he went to the Public Security Bureau to file a complaint, saying that the little girl was by Zhang Zerui.

The rural people themselves do not have much medical knowledge, and the director of the traditional Chinese medicine hospital personally reported it.

Is this worth it? He was immediately arrested.

Poor Zhang Zerui's family itself is a single transmission, and his parents didn't come up in one breath after hearing the verdict, and they died with a whimper.

was originally going to marry at the end of the year, but it was too late to break the line with him, and it was impossible to ignore him.

After listening to Zhang Zerui's story, Wushan didn't know what kind of mood he was in his heart.

It was obviously a mutated tumor, and he put a rising Chinese medicine doctor in prison.

"If you let it out, do you still want to go home?" Wu Shan asked softly.

"Forget it, go back and be sad!" Zhang Zerui's expression had long been numb: "I just can't swallow this breath." ”

Watching him speak, it will remind people of Lu Xun's Xianglin sister-in-law, maybe he used to say that he was wronged when he saw people.

If you want to rehabilitate him, you have to go to the local area to close the case.

Ouluotai may be well-known in Victoria Province, but when you go to Taishan Province, who knows who you are in Wushan, and what is the Oulothai region?

Since I have made up my mind to do something for that unbearable period of history, I will definitely be rehabilitated in the ten years of catastrophe and even the previous unjust, false and wrongly decided cases.

It's too difficult, Wu Shan couldn't help but rub his temples that were a little swollen.

On the one hand, it is true that the people do not hold officials accountable, but on the other hand, is it not because the various relationships involved are too complicated?

Even the capital feels tricky, what should I do?

The two leaders of the prison, unable to eat any longer, put the food in their hands aside.

They are also watching what kind of decisions the young commissioner will make. (To be continued......)