A winter rain and a cold day.

After the rain, the temperature in Nanjing dropped particularly severely.

On the way to the Xuanwu Public Security Bureau in the morning, you can see the ice silk condensed by the residual rainwater everywhere, and the shoes make a "click, click" sound when you step on it.

The female policeman from the criminal investigation team of the sub-bureau greeted us while taking off the bib:

"So early?"

"Didn't bring that object yesterday?"

Originally, we contacted the person who was temporarily detained in their detention center.

"The situation has changed somewhat, and I may not be able to take it away this time."

"Is there any feedback over there?"

We are anxious to know the whereabouts of another object.

"People go back to their hometowns, and they are not there."

She recounted the work of the local police station and the feedback to us in a hurry, although with a little Nanjing accent, she could basically understand it.

The police station asked the village cadres to find an excuse to visit him, but he was not there, only his girlfriend and his father were there, and he asked about it, saying that there was something going on at his girlfriend's brother's house and went back.

Nanjing dialect pronounces "brother" as "Guoguo", which is soft and not difficult to understand.

We reported to the county bureau through the public security line, and the county bureau asked us to be on standby in the local area and keep in touch regularly.

After leaving the substation, we discussed where to go next, and I suggested to him:

"Let's take a look at the carbine, maybe hide nearby."

He thought for a moment, "Okay! ”

We set off on the bus routes we had researched the day before.

It was difficult to walk out of Dongchengmen Road, so I changed trains in a large town and began to walk towards the mountainous area called "Ten Mile Long Mountain", and a light snow fell outside the car window.

Sitting in the car, I thought all the way about how to subdue this detainee as soon as possible if he was there.

Many scenarios were expected, but of course it was best that he did not resist arrest.

From time to time, I touched the handcuff hanging from the belt around my waist.

However, I heard that Officer Li said that he was also from Danmen, and used to work in a local farm, and later recruited cadres to work in the Danmen Police Station at the beginning of the Public Security Bureau, and knew the detainee and his father.

It is very advantageous to be familiar with the faces of the masses in mass work, and it is conducive to doing a good job in persuasion and education.

The driver of the car reminded us that the next stop was where we were going that we had just asked.

I subconsciously tightened my hat, took off the handcuff around my waist, put one end on my right hand bowl, and released the other end in my hand.

At this time, as soon as I throw it other objects, it will automatically be crushed.

After getting out of the car, ten meters ahead is the foothold of them that we have already mastered.

Two low, dilapidated houses, leveled out at the bend of the road, with a gentle valley below, are really a good place to keep bees.

We looked around the house and saw no one but a few beehives, and then went up and knocked on the door.

The person who opened the door was a man about 50 years old, who knew Secretary Li, and opened his mouth in surprise and said "ah".

We quickly pushed the door open.

I scanned the room as I leaned against the door.

There was no shelter in the two rooms except for the middle pillars, and there were two beds separated by the wall on the right, and on the bed lay a girl who was lifting the quilt and looking up half of her body towards the door. There was a small table in the room near the door, and there was a makeshift earthen stove in the room. The two folio windows are small and half-shaded with wooden stalls and cardboard.

The girl slipped into the bed again after a while.

My nervousness also relaxed.

"Where's your son?"

"I've got something going back at home."

"Yesterday, the village also came to ask, saying that it was to check the temporary population, is there anything wrong?"

"We wanted to learn something about other people from him."

During their conversation, I had already made a tour of the house, even telling the girl in her 20s to get dressed and get up, and turned over the covers to make sure there was no one else hiding in the house.

By the way, I also learned that the girl was from the same village as them, and she was not married yet, and she had been with the detained person.

Seeing this situation, I have an incomprehensible feeling.

Before leaving, he told his father that if his son came back, tell him that we were looking for him to learn about other people's affairs, and go to the Danmen police station as soon as possible.

On the way back, my mind kept popping up on what was going on in the room when I first entered the door.

Since then, anyone who sees a police movie will remember that scene, and it is still like this.

Maybe it's over-emotional?

Maybe it's because of the hardships of the years?

It may also be a bit unbelievable!