When it came to viewing permissions, Team Wang looked a little embarrassed.

Because he is the captain of the serious crime team under the criminal police team of the sub-bureau, although he also has the title of captain, his administrative level is only a deputy section, and his authority is a little stronger than that of the director of the grassroots police station.

Let's talk about today's incident, if it weren't for the fact that the case they investigated involved me, a former police officer's family, and then applied to my superiors.

At the level of the royal team, he couldn't even enter the database of the Office on Drug Control in the ministry, let alone consult my father, who was two levels above him in the administrative rank.

And even if he had permission from his superiors to check it, he could only see my father's most basic job information, and as for his work history and other details, he didn't even think about it.

According to the Wang team, due to the special nature of the work, in order to prevent retaliation by criminals, the state protects the anti-narcotics police very strictly, and even the families of the anti-narcotics police are also protected.

Therefore, in many cases, the detailed information of the anti-narcotics police, even if the police insiders are not enough, they have no right to touch it.

In fact, for the particularity of the anti-narcotics police work, as well as the bitterness in it, I, the son of the anti-narcotics police, have a better understanding than the Wang team.

For as long as I can remember, my father has hardly ever been on the street with my mom or me.

The few times our family went out together, my father also wore a mask and a hat, as if he was afraid that someone would recognize him.

Not only on the street, but also in many small things in life, my father is also cautious.

For example, he rarely takes pictures, and his photos are not allowed to be hung at home, and the only family photo with his photo in the family has to be locked in the bedside table in the bedroom.

I was too young to understand that my father was doing this out of protection, and I cried and quarreled with him about these things, and shouted that I didn't want a shadow father like him.

Every now and then, my father just laughed, bitterly and happily; And my mother cheered me on, and then joked that she didn't want such a shadow husband anymore.

Looking back on this scene now, I can't help but have a sore nose and want to cry. But then I trembled in my heart, and then I picked up a question that I had been seeking for many years, but had always denied:

Was the death of my father and family really just an accident?

Judging from the peculiarities of his father's profession, he is very likely to be retaliated against, especially when he loses his right to public office and at the same time is disabled and unable to fight back.

But it is precisely because of this that the accident is more like an accident than like someone deliberately seeking revenge.

Why?

Because if it's a revenge hunt, it doesn't make sense logically in the first place.

You know, my father was just a tiger with a tooth extracted at the time, and he was still a sick tiger.

Whoever wants to take revenge on him at this time is simply too easy, a kitchen knife or a stick can vent their anger!

He didn't even use a murder weapon, just found a high step to push him down the wheelchair when no one was around, it could also kill him, and it looked more like an accident!

Logically speaking, even if someone had a big feud with my father, there was no need for him to ignore the simple method, but instead he had to blow up a residential building like a KB molecule, and then make a big news to make trouble for himself.

Of course, if the other party's brain is in water, it may be impossible to do such a heartless thing.

For example, a 60-year-old hawker from a rural area in the south, didn't he just have an argument with someone over trivial matters, so he pushed a cart of gas canisters to the downstairs of the man's house and lit it, and then sent everyone in the building to the sky with a bang?

But the question is, in my father's capacity as a leading cadre at the deputy department level (equivalent to a deputy county magistrate), will he offend the kind of peddler who has a Pacific Ocean of sea water in his head......