Looking at the transcript of the inquiry in his hand, Pu Dongsong didn't know what to say for a while.

His thoughts were spinning in his heart, and after a long time, he finally spoke slowly: "Are you sure you want to hand over such a report?"

The little police officer said, "Isn't this transcript report good?"

"I don't think it's like a transcript, it's like a folk book. Pu Dongsong shook his head, "Look at what you wrote, 'So-and-so girl was ostracized because of her withdrawn personality', 'So-and-so villagers have witnessed inexplicably fires around so-and-so girl many times', 'Many children who teased so-and-so girl were burned one after another for various reasons', is this a transcript or a strange talk in the countryside?"

Listening to the number of superiors, the little police officer froze in place, not knowing what to say.

Seeing this, the villagers who were questioned by the little police officer to make a record saw this, and their expressions were also a little sneering, and they hesitated for a moment, and then tried to defend the little police officer: "Dong Song, don't blame the young man, this is what I said, and ...... And what I said is true, I'm not targeting your girl, it's true...... What a coincidence, and other than that......."

Before the next words could be spoken, Pu Dongsong suddenly interrupted Uncle Liang's words rudely: "Uncle Liang, it's not a question of whether it's strange or not, I'm teaching him how to do things, and Uncle Liang, what do you mean by saying this? Although the times have progressed now, the girl's reputation is just as important!"

Although he was facing the villagers who watched him grow up, the severity in Pu Dongsong's tone did not diminish in the slightest.

The villager known as Uncle Liang opened his mouth, and finally sighed: "It's me who talks too much, don't worry, I won't talk too much, but there are many people in the village who spread this matter, and I can't guarantee that others won't say it." ”

With that, he turned and walked back to his house.

Looking at Uncle Liang's departing figure, Pu Dongsong's heart froze, he was silent for a moment, his expression returned to calm again, and he turned to look at the little police officer: "This matter is settled, but you have to remember that the content of the record must respect the facts, and there can't be too much speculation and speculation in it, let alone things involving strange forces, if this report is really handed in, not only will you be punished, but I, as your leader, will also be severely punished, understand?"

The little police officer was also a little surprised: "Detachment leader, I'm sorry, I'm ......"

"Okay, don't apologize, you just joined the company not long ago, and it's understandable that you are not very skilled," Pu Dongsong interrupted the little police officer's apology, "Don't hand in this report, I'll personally go to the nearby residents to make a record later, and you go to help others first." ”

When the little police officer heard that his superiors had forgiven him, he breathed a sigh of relief and nodded his head in understanding.

Pu Dongsong waved his hand and sent the little police officer away.

Looking at the little police officer who walked away, Pu Dongsong pursed his lips, looked down at the transcript in his hand, stared at the words "Questioned person: Liang Baorong" on it, and unconsciously tightened the transcript.

seems to be an absurd transcript, but Pu Dongsong inexplicably has some trust in this newspaper.

Not only did he have images in his mind: the little girl's expressionless face, the little girl's attentive and strange appearance staring at the flames on the stove, the little girl's rejection of his embrace and the hallucinations of the flames rising immediately behind...... In the end, the picture was frozen in the scene where Pu Xiatong insisted on saying "I want to follow my grandfather" just now.

Pu Dongsong's face was cloudy.

He finally sighed and lowered his eyes slightly: "That's it, let me make a record myself, it should be able to prevent it from spreading to the outside to the greatest extent, but I must persuade the uncle to ......"

Pu Dongsong stopped his last words, raised his head again, and immediately contacted the rest of his colleagues to start dealing with the fire in Xiaofeng Village.

Generally speaking, the fire does not require the intervention of the gong security department, and the reason why the gong security department is here now is because some villagers in Xiaofeng Village called the police to say that they suspected that the fire was caused by man.

And the arsonist in the mouth of the police was the charred black body that Pu Dongsong saw at the door of his uncle before.

According to the villagers who called the police, the identities of the charred bodies were employees of a real estate development company, and they had come to discuss with the people in the village to see if they could buy the fruit groves and fish ponds contracted by the villagers.

The first villager they visited was Mr. Pu, who naturally rejected their acquisition plan, but the employees were unwilling to return empty-handed, but unfortunately Mr. Pu was not a good-natured person, and the two sides began to entangle and their emotions were a little impetuous, and eventually developed into a quarrel, and the sound of the quarrel even spread to the neighbor next door.

Then there was the fire.

To be honest, it is difficult for Pu Dongsong to find out the connection between the real estate company personnel and the fire in Xiaofeng Village, and it is also difficult to find out the motive of the former's arson.

Although the villagers who called the police claimed that the real estate workers had a motive for arson, because by burning Xiaofeng Village, they would have forced the villagers to transfer their orchards and fish ponds, Pu Dongsong expressed reservations about this claim, as the speculation was too far-fetched and there was a lack of evidence — he preferred to see it as a way for the villagers to vent their anger at the destruction of their homes.

Pu Dongsong intends to wait for the results of the fire brigade or relevant experts to deduce the cause of the fire.

Of course, this does not mean that he has completely abandoned the entrustment of his fellow villagers.

"I may be able to go to the hospital now, if I can hear the person's oral description of the situation at that time, then it would be great, and I can just stop by to see the girl......" Pu Dongsong stood at the entrance of the devastated Xiaofeng Village, listening to the loud crying or low sobbing movements coming from the village, and made a decision in his heart, he handed the completed transcript to his colleague, and then said hello, and he took two members of the Gong'an detachment and drove to the county hospital.

Pu Dongsong planned well, but the truth was not as he hoped.

The two parties, one of which was almost burned to charcoal, are all staying in the ICU, and the old man Pu who fell into a coma has not woken up so far, and the only one who is awake is only about two years old Pu Xiatong, but she is now extremely nervous because of the coma of the old man Pu, Pu Dongsong tried to communicate with her several times, but has not been able to respond.

"Forget it, children don't understand anyway, if you ask, it's useless, don't let children be afraid. The rest of the Pu family almost rushed to the hospital at this time, and the father Pu couldn't help but feel a little annoyed when he saw that his son had been asking questions, "At this time, don't think about handling the case, the person lying on the hospital bed is your uncle, if you still have a little conscience, hurry up and find a relationship, and let the hospital open a private room for your uncle." ”

Pu Dongsong had no choice but to give up, he turned around and looked at the Pu family around the hospital bed, and found that he didn't see his wife's figure, and immediately frowned: "What about Xiaolan? Why hasn't she come yet, I remember that one of her high school classmates is the vice dean." ”

"I just called her, her unit seems to have a leader, specifically responsible for verifying the dryness of the yellow soil in the forest, she and her colleagues are now detained and not allowed to leave," Pu Mu took over the conversation, and there was some indignation in her tone, "To be honest, I really don't understand, what is there to check about the dryness of the yellowish soil, and I still detain people and don't let them go home, the funniest thing is that this leader is not the direct leader of their Ministry of Culture and Tourism, and I don't know where the official authority came from." ”

If it's not the superior leader of the Ministry of Culture and Tourism, what else can it be?

Pu Dongsong inexplicably felt uneasy.

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