Police officer Chen Shu

Chapter 799 Rewards Delivered to Your Door
The next afternoon.

In a small village far from KM city, the tranquility was shattered by the sound of a police siren.

Three police cars lined up and drove into the village one after another, all the way to the entrance of the village committee compound on the west side.

The compound was locked with its iron gates closed, and the police car was parked on the side of the road.

Although the village is quite remote, the villagers have seen police and police cars before, but it is quite rare for three police cars to drive in at once.

The villagers who were idly chatting by the roadside saw this scene and gathered around.

"Who committed a crime? Why are so many police officers here all of a sudden?"

"What kind of trouble could these old men and women in our village possibly get into?"

"Could it be those kids working outside who caused this trouble?"

"They're causing trouble, why would the police need to come to the village? Even if they're just here to question someone, why would so many people come?"

As they were talking, the door of the police car opened, and several policemen dressed neatly and wearing ties got out.

After getting off the bus, everyone was put on police hats. Under the sun, the police badges on the hats were so shiny they were almost blinding.

A group of police officers stood beside the car, raising their hands to adjust their caps and uniforms, seemingly preparing for an extremely important scene.

One of the older police officers, who looked like a leader, approached the crowd and asked, "Excuse me, how do I get to Huang Sansheng's house?"

"I'm Xiao Huang's cousin. What do you want with Xiao Huang?" An elderly woman with graying hair stepped forward, looking the other woman up and down.

"Oh, it's something important." The leader smiled, showing no airs of authority whatsoever.

My cousin noticed that the man was dark-skinned and didn't look like a pampered high-ranking official at all, which made her a little strange. She then looked at the police officers standing behind him.

The police officers were huddled together talking about something. My cousin couldn't understand what they were saying, but she knew that these officers were probably not locals.

My cousin looked at the group of police officers suspiciously and asked, "May I see your identification?"

"Yes! Let me see your badges! How can I tell if you're real police officers or fake ones?"

"With scams so rampant these days, maybe they're fraudsters!"

"Yes, yes. These policemen aren't wearing name tags or qualification badges; they're obviously fake!"

"Second Uncle, you should watch less TikTok. Those are things only soldiers in the military do."

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The onlookers nearby chattered amongst themselves, perhaps feeling that the police officers who had arrived were too amiable, unlike the ones they usually encountered.

The leader first turned around and whispered a few words to the young policeman behind him, then turned back and answered everyone's questions in a friendly manner.

"I am the deputy captain of the criminal investigation team where Huang Sansheng works. My surname is He. This is my identification."

With a kind expression that the villagers had rarely seen on other police officers, the deputy captain took out his identification and slowly showed it to everyone.

For some reason, my cousin, who was standing at the front, suddenly felt a chill in her hands and feet, and a scene often seen in TV news and TikTok videos popped into her mind.

A group of soldiers in uniforms and hats walked towards her with serious expressions, their faces showing sympathy, comfort, and above all, sadness.

The line walked right up to her, then parted in the middle, and an officer with a ramrod straight back, marching with loud clattering steps, brought out a wooden box.

The officer kept saying things like, "Please accept our condolences, the country and the people thank him," "We will always remember him," and "Xiao Huang was a true hero."

Very scary!

Just as her cousin was lost in thought, she saw the leader standing in front of her move aside, and a young policeman carrying something covered with a red cloth walked out of the line.

That thing really does look like a wooden box for holding ashes.

The size is just right!
hiss!
My cousin gasped, her steps faltering, and she swayed unsteadily, her heart pounding in her chest.

Her lips trembled as she asked with all her might, "Xiao Huang sacrificed himself?"

As soon as she finished speaking, the whole place erupted in cheers, and the crowd standing behind immediately surrounded her cousin and the police.

He Chengfeng didn't react at first, but then quickly explained, "No, no one was killed!"

"Where is he? Why isn't he here?" My cousin widened her usually squinty eyes and searched everywhere for Huang Sansheng.

"I...I'm working overtime at the office." He Chengfeng's previous imposing manner weakened, and his voice became much softer.

There were quite a few people crowding around her cousin, and in the midst of the noise, she couldn't hear Cheng Feng's explanation clearly, so she could only ask again in a loud voice.

"Hey! Huang Sansheng is dead?" The words were quite loud. Some villagers who were standing far away rushed over when they heard that someone in their village had died. There was a lot of discussion and all sorts of noise at the scene.

"Who died?"

"The Huang family's son! Huang Sansheng!"

"What? Didn't he become a policeman? He's dead?"

"Was he a narcotics officer? Sigh, how did he end up killing himself by being a cop?"

"Back when I was in the army, they said it was dangerous. Well, I never imagined being a policeman would be even more dangerous!"

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There was a lot of discussion in front of the village committee compound. Just then, the iron gate of the compound opened, and a man who looked like the village chief ran out.

Perhaps because he was used to being the village chief, he had quite a loud voice, shouting as he ran.

"Is Huang San dead?"

"Huang San is dead."

"Huang San is dead!"

The village chief's nagging only fueled the crowd's agitation, which surged like waves, relentlessly crashing against the police officers standing in the middle.

He Chengfeng, who was standing at the very front, felt like his head was about to split open.

Seeing that the scene was getting out of control, he could only spread his arms wide and shout at the top of his lungs, "He's not dead! He's not dead! He's not dead!"

The room quieted down slightly, and just as He Chengfeng was feeling relieved about his clever response, a voice suddenly rang out from the crowd, sounding like that of the blond-haired man's cousin, and it pierced through the entire room.

It exploded again with a bang.

"How can someone gain merit if they're not dead?"

That statement makes sense.

That's how it's portrayed on TV, in movies, and in the news, isn't it?

Police officers or soldiers bravely sacrificed their lives while on duty. Then a large group of colleagues, in uniform, lined up in neat rows to deliver the urn and certificates of merit to the fallen soldier's family.

With a roar, the crowd erupted in cheers once again.

"Xiao Huang is definitely dead! Otherwise, why would so many police officers come?"

"Yes! That makes sense! Oh, how pitiful! Little Huang isn't married yet, is he?"

"Who can argue with that? Old Huang only has this one son!"

"If Old Huang sells his house in the county and gets a wife, he can probably have another child!"

"Why would someone this old still want to have a baby? These young girls these days are no joke. Be careful, they might just take advantage of you and leave without a trace."

“But we still have to sell the house. It’s so inconvenient for him to live alone in the county. We can sell the house, save some money, and go back to the village. We can take care of him more in the future.”

“It’s so lonely being alone. I think Lao Huang could consider finding Zhang Ma from the east side of the village. She knows him well and there’s no fear of trouble.”

"Yes, it just so happens that Aunt Zhang has a son! One is missing a son, and the other is without a father. This deal is sure to work out!"

Would her son agree?

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From Xiao Huang's sacrifice, the conversation veered off-topic to Lao Huang wanting to marry a widow in the village, making Cheng Feng feel like his intelligence had been completely crushed.

Although the conversation veered off-topic to some extent, the villagers seemed quite serious as they whispered among themselves, with many nodding solemnly in agreement.

I think this is an extremely important matter.

He Chengfeng, a seasoned veteran in the fight against crime, was completely bewildered. He was at a loss, unsure of what to do next.

If you say that the villagers are saddened by the thought that someone from their village has sacrificed their lives, even if the news is wrong, he can still go up and comfort them and clear up the misunderstanding.

Or rather, even if they were just gossiping randomly, He Chengfeng would furrow his signature sword-like eyebrows, put his hands on his hips, and point at the group of ignorant farmers, giving them a good scolding.

The problem is that the scene was a bit chaotic, with gossip and nonsense, and amidst all the noise, there was also concern for Lao Huang and regret for Xiao Huang.

With so many villagers, their constant chatter made it difficult for He Chengfeng to keep up.

It turns out that being a police officer in a rural police station isn't easy either!
(End of this chapter)