Restarting life by going to the countryside to support medical work

Chapter 380 Changes
call……

After confirming that Bu Zhixue was dead, Wen Hongjun breathed a sigh of relief.

"Damn, you are really asking for death."

"bang"

Throwing the hammer in his hand to the ground, Wen Hongjun stepped over Bu Zhixue's body and walked out of the house.

After walking out of the house, he didn't stop and went straight into the duty room.

After entering the house, the first thing he did was to take off his coat and trousers, then take a set of clothes from the hook behind the door and put them on.

He picked up the kettle on the stove and poured some hot water into the washbasin behind the door. He put the kettle back on the stove, bent down, scooped two scoops of cold water from the bucket under the washbasin rack and poured them into the washbasin, then began to wash his face and hair.

After washing, he poured the dirty water in the basin into the yard, scooped a few scoops of cold water from the bucket into the basin, threw the dirty clothes he had just changed into the basin to soak them first, picked up the soap and began to apply it on the clothes and pants, especially the front.

Rub the clothes and pants until foam appears, then soak them all in water and plan to soak them for a while before washing.

After washing his hands, he walked out of the duty room, came to the gate, unbolted the door and walked out.

When he reached the gate, he stood on the steps and looked left and right. Apart from the dim street lights that were spaced far apart, he could not see even a shadow. Then he set his eyes on the bicycle.

Just because there is no one here now doesn’t mean there was no one here just now, and he is not sure whether Bu Zhixue met anyone when he came here.

He had no intention of killing anyone. He just wanted to fool the guy and get the matter over with. But who could have thought that the guy would insist on looking at those bags of sugar.

Is that something he can see?

But what exactly does this guy want to do here?
While thinking about Bu Zhixue's real purpose, Wen Hongjun walked down the stairs and carried the bicycle into the yard.

After propping his bicycle in the yard, he squatted in front of the duty room door and lit a cigarette for himself. He squinted his eyes and looked at the bike that Bu Zhixue rode, thinking about what he should do next.

The sudden appearance of Deputy Section Chief Bu could be explained as a routine inspection. Their warehouse was at the lowest level, with many people working above them. They came to inspect here today and there tomorrow. On the busiest day, he had received seven or eight waves of people.

But when he came to inspect on New Year's Eve, he felt that Deputy Section Chief Bu Zhixue's behavior was a little strange.

Or was it aimed at him?
No, it's impossible.

He rejected this idea as soon as it came to his mind.

He was quite sure that there was no chance of him being exposed.

And if they were really coming for him, it would be impossible for only one person to come.

So……

Wen Hongjun's eyes lit up, and he realized that this must be aimed at the materials he had collected.

He remembered the message sent to him online two days ago.

When the Hou brothers were arrested, they must have explained that one of the tasks they received was to collect some things. So many things need to be put somewhere, and the warehouse is the best place to temporarily store those things.

So the question is, did Bu Zhixue come directly to him, or had he been to other warehouses before?

This question is very important. If someone came directly to him, needless to say, he would be targeted.

But if you go to other warehouses, you're just taking a chance and just searching in the name of inspection.

It is not difficult to find the answer to this question. There is a place for temporary storage of junk not far from here. You can find the answer by asking around.

No, no, no. He quickly shook his head again. There was no need to think about this question. It was definitely not him they were targeting.

If they are targeting him, then they are targeting him. As I said before, if they are really targeting him, then the person who comes here tonight will definitely not be Deputy Section Chief Bu Zhixue, but someone from the Public Security Bureau or the Social Affairs Bureau.

But no matter what, he knew very well that he could not stay in this place anymore and had to leave.

It just so happened that his mission had been completed, and he had originally planned to leave here to complete another more important mission, but now it was just a few days earlier.

Leaving early would not disrupt the plan he had agreed upon with his superiors, as plans should not be set in stone.

Thinking of this, he raised his hand and took a puff of cigarette, then stood up and walked into the duty room and sat on the chair behind the desk. He opened the drawer and took out a stack of stationery, picked up the dip pen in the ink bottle on the table and began to write on the paper.

I don’t know if it was intentional or just natural, but the handwriting he wrote on the letter paper was so horrible that a preschool kid might be able to write better than him.

Fortunately, every word can still be recognized.

He is writing a note to the person online.

Planning needs to be done in advance, and this must be made clear why it needs to be done in advance.

Some of the things he is going to do next will require some help from his superior.

After writing two full pages in a fluent manner, Wen Hongjun let out a long sigh after writing the last word.

He picked up what he had written and read it carefully from beginning to end. Seeing that he had made everything clear, he nodded with satisfaction.

He put the dip pen back into the ink bottle, aligned the two pages of letter paper, folded them carefully and put them in his inner pocket, then stood up.

After standing up, he turned and walked to the bookcase against the wall. He stretched out his hands and moved the bookcase away. After he had made enough space, he squatted down and fumbled on the ground for a few times, and soon picked up two bricks.

Two aluminum lunch boxes were taken out from under the raised bricks.

He did not put the two bricks back, nor did he restore the bookcase to its original state. He was about to leave here anyway, so he could do whatever he wanted.

He stood up with the two lunch boxes and put them on the table. He opened one of the lunch boxes and found three stacks of Great Unity banknotes and a thick stack of national food coupons inside.

He took out the money and food coupons and put them into his trouser pocket and shirt pocket respectively, then opened another lunch box.

The lunch box contained two blank letters of introduction with official seals and a red work permit.

These were all prepared in advance by his superior, and will be useful for the next plan.

He took out a manila envelope from the drawer, carefully stuffed the two blank letters of introduction into it, then put it in his inner pocket, then took out his work ID and put it in his left breast pocket.

After packing up the contents of the two lunch boxes, he turned his head and scanned the duty room. This was his last time looking at the room, and he looked very carefully, as if he wanted to engrave every mark of this room in his mind.

After looking for a while, he walked behind the door, took down his cotton hat, scarf and gloves from the hook, put them on, then looked down at the shoes on his feet and found a few not particularly obvious stains on the black uppers.

He knew that it must be Bu Zhixue's blood that had just splashed on his feet. After looking carefully, he found that it was not obvious at all, so he didn't care, opened the door and walked out.

After walking out of the duty room, he went straight into the south room of the east wing, which was the room where Bu Zhixue was killed.

An hour had passed since what happened just now. The house was full of the smell of blood. Wen Hongjun walked in, took a deep breath, clicked his tongue twice, walked to Bu Zhixue's body, squatted down, and reached into his pocket.

He didn't take anything else, just the bicycle key, then stood up and walked to the corner, kicked open a few pockets outside, grabbed the one he needed with one hand and walked out.

Then he came in again, picked up the last cloth bag and went out again, stacking the three cloth bags on the rear rack of the bicycle.

I found a rope from somewhere, but I tied it to the rear rack, shook it a few times to make sure it wouldn't fall off, then I unlocked the bike, pushed it onto the bike, and walked towards the gate.

He opened the gate, lifted the bicycle and stepped over the threshold, walked down the steps, propped the bicycle in place, walked back up the steps and locked the gate. Then he rode the bicycle to the west side of the alley and disappeared into the night sky in a short while.

It was 10:36 on New Year's Eve, and occasionally there could be heard the sound of sporadic firecrackers.

No one would have expected that on this happy family holiday, a bloody murder had occurred just an hour ago in this inconspicuous alley, and a young life of only 30 years old fell in a pool of blood.

His wife had just put the two children to sleep and was sitting by the bed, doing needlework while patiently waiting for her lover to return.

Tomorrow is the second day of the Chinese New Year, and their family of four will go back to her parents' home together.

pity……

……

On February 7, the 21st year of the founding of the People's Republic of China, the second day of the first lunar month, at about 2:00 a.m., the gate of No. 20 Meishan East Hutong was suddenly knocked on from outside.

"Pa bang bang... bang bang bang..."

The hurried knocking on the door was clearly heard in the backyard in the quiet late night, waking up Li Yancheng and Jin Zhihai. Without any hesitation, they quickly put on their clothes and walked out of their respective homes.

When Li Yancheng came out of his house, Jin Zhihai had already walked to the front yard. Hearing the noise behind him, he looked back, stretched out his hand and pressed down, signaling his good brother to stay calm, and he quickly walked to the front yard.

As soon as he stepped into the front yard, he raised his voice and asked, "Who is it?"

"Zhi Hai, it's me, Lu Fangyang. There's a case. I'm here to pick you up."

"Team leader, please wait for one minute."

Hearing the team leader's voice coming from outside the door, Jin Zhihai hurriedly replied, then turned around and went back to the backyard.

"Dacheng, go to sleep. He is our team leader. I don't know where another case happened and he came to pick me up."

As he spoke, he had already run into his house. When he came out just now, he was only wearing pants and a coat, and now he needed to go home and put his clothes on.

Hearing that it was a police case, Li Yancheng hesitated for a moment, but still walked towards the front yard. After Jin Zhihai left, he would come over to close the door.

They walked to the gate and opened it. In front of their courtyard No. 20, there was a running military green jeep parked on the road with several people in it.

After seeing clearly who came out, Lu Fangyang, who was already sitting in the passenger seat, pushed open the door and got out again.

"Director Li, I'm so sorry for waking you up."

"Hello, Team Leader Lu."

Li Yancheng walked down the steps in front of the door with a smile, stretched out his hand and shook hands with Lu Fangyang.

"Did a case happen?"

"Yes, there's a murder case over at Dongzhimen Beiqiao. There's something fishy about the scene. The East City Branch reported it to the bureau, and the duty room asked us to go over and take a look at the situation."

"It's been hard work. It's hard to relax even during the New Year."

"There's nothing we can do. We all rely on this for a living." As he spoke, Jin Zhihai had already packed up and ran out.

"Dacheng, if I'm not back by daybreak, just send my wife and the others back to her parents' home."

"I know. Don't worry about it. I'll pick it up later."

The people who were to be picked up had already come out. Since the work was important, they didn't say anything else. They got in the car and left quickly.

Li Yancheng didn't rush in. He stood at the bottom of the steps until he could no longer see the taillights of the car. Then he turned around and walked back. After locking the door, he returned to the backyard and went straight into his house.

He took off his clothes and got into the warm bed. Just as he reached out to turn off the desk lamp, his wife's soft body fell into his arms.

"What's wrong, Dacheng?"

"It's okay, Zhihai and the others have another case, go to sleep, wife."

"Um"

On the other side, in less than twenty minutes, the car that Jin Zhihai and his team were riding in had rushed to the crime scene at lightning speed.

"Team Leader Lu, Deputy Team Leader Jin..."

The deputy chief of the Criminal Investigation Section of the Chengdong Branch who was at the scene was the deputy chief of the Criminal Investigation Section. When he saw the people from the Municipal Bureau's Criminal Investigation Division coming, he hurried over and shook hands with Lu Fangyang and Jin Zhihai respectively.

"Chief Liu, what's the situation at the scene? How many people died?"

"On a."

One?
Lu Fangyang and Jin Zhihai were both stunned. Normally, a homicide case would only need to be reported to the Municipal Bureau if there were two or more victims. Cases like this with only one victim would be investigated by each branch on their own, unless it was a serial case.

"I know you're wondering why we're reporting this when there's only one victim, and there are two reasons for this."

The deputy chief of the Criminal Investigation Section of the East City Branch explained as he invited the two team leaders to follow him into the scene.

"First, the identity of the deceased. The deceased's name is Bu Zhixue. He was the deputy section chief of the Fourth Supervision Section under the Supervision Office of that committee. This place, which is the crime scene, belongs to which committee.

They turned this place into a warehouse, storing contraband items confiscated from below, ready for centralized destruction.

It is a bit strange why the deceased would come here on New Year's Day.

Secondly, and also the main reason why we asked you to come here, we found white sugar spilled on the ground at the crime scene. Judging from the traces, there should have been a lot of white sugar there, but it is gone now.

Didn’t you previously notify us to investigate whether there were any private individuals storing large quantities of sugar and other materials? We discovered that a considerable amount of sugar may have been stored here, so we quickly notified you.

Another reason why we suspect that the sugar is not from a legitimate source is because of where it is stored, right here..."

As they were talking, the deputy section chief had already led the two of them into the yard and arrived at the door of the south room of the east wing.

That's it!

Hearing that a large amount of sugar had been stored here, Lu Fangyang and Jin Zhihai immediately became interested.

At the door of the south room, the deputy section chief pointed inside and said, "This room is just like the other rooms. It's obvious that it's used to store the confiscated junk. There must be something wrong with putting sugar here.

The deceased Bu Zhixue also died in this room, at the place marked on the ground. He was hit to death with a hammer. After two hits, his skull was smashed."

Without his introduction, Jin Zhihai and Lu Fangyang both saw the traces on the ground, both white and red.

The body has been taken away by the forensic doctor. Without looking at the body, one can guess how tragic the scene was just by looking at the marks on the ground.

"That's where we found the sugar."

The deputy section chief from the east side of the city raised his hand and pointed to the corner where the bags were piled.

"Some sugar was scattered on the ground. Based on the marks on the ground, we can tell that there were more than one bag of sugar there, at least three bags, and each bag should weigh about 20 to 30 kilograms.

We suspect that Bu Zhixue must have discovered the sugar and was killed.”

"Chief Liu, who reported the case? Is there no one watching this warehouse?"

Seeing that the deputy section chief from Chengdong stopped talking, Jin Zhihai asked.

"Someone is watching. The warehouse manager is Wen Hongjun, and the person who reported the case is Wang Xiaodong."

"Wang Xiaodong?"

Hearing the name, Lu Fangyang and Jin Zhihai repeated it in unison.

"Is it the thief nicknamed Winter Melon?"

"Yes, that's him." Section Chief Liu grinned.

"This guy is really famous. Even your city police know him. He was the one who reported the case. According to him, at night, uh... it's the early morning of the second day of the Chinese New Year, it should be around 10 to 11 o'clock on the first night of the Chinese New Year. He came back from drinking at his friend's house.

When I reached the west entrance of the alley, I saw the warehouse manager Wen Hongjun riding out on a bicycle. There were three pockets on the back of the bicycle, but I didn't know what was in the pockets.

He didn't care at that time and was about to go home. But after walking a few steps, the boy started to have ideas. He knew that Wen Hongjun was the only one in the warehouse, and now that he had gone out, it meant that there was no one here. So he wanted to come over and steal some things to exchange for some money.

Worried that Wen would be back soon, he ran over without delay and climbed over the outer wall.

After coming in, he saw that the lights in the duty room and this room were on. He was worried that there might be other people there, so he lay down at the door of the duty room and looked inside. Seeing that there was no one in the room, he came to the outside of this room and looked inside.

He was so frightened by the sight that he no longer cared about stealing things. He hurriedly searched out and ran back to his home.

He said that he realized something was wrong after he returned home. He knew that there were his footprints at the scene and that someone had died there. He was worried that after we found his footprints, we would say that he had murdered the person and he would not be able to explain himself.

After thinking about it for a while at home, the more I thought about it, the more I felt that I couldn't just run away, so I gritted my teeth and ran to the local police station to turn myself in.

This is roughly what happened. Wen Hongjun has now disappeared. If Wang Xiaodong is not lying, then Bu Zhixue was most likely killed by someone named Wen.

As for why he killed people..."

Having said this, Section Chief Liu Chengdong stopped talking, his meaning was already very clear.

call……

Lu Fangyang and Jin Zhihai both breathed a sigh of relief at the same time.

This murder case is very likely related to the Hou brothers.

This Wen Hongjun might be the mysterious boss of the Hou brothers.

When this thought emerged in the minds of the two, they knew that this matter must be reported quickly.

Now, nearly four hours have passed since Wen Hongjun left here. We must hurry to set up checkpoints and try to catch that guy in Beijing.

Wen Hongjun had not expected that he had given himself enough time of one night to leave Beijing, but his time was disrupted by a sudden thief.

……

Time passed by minute by minute. At around six o'clock in the morning on February 7 (the second day of the Chinese New Year), news came from Pingchang County that Wen Hongjun had been arrested, but the white sugar mentioned in the joint investigation notice was not found.

After receiving the news, Lao Xu from the Social Affairs Bureau personally led a team to Pingchang County, preparing to conduct a surprise interrogation on the way back.

At this time, Li Yancheng had just got up.

After getting up, he went to the toilet first. After washing up, he put yesterday's leftovers and steamed buns into the pot and squatted on the stove to heat them up.

Just as he was about to go in and wake his wife up, Luo Min came out from the inner room rubbing her eyes. When she saw her man, she threw herself into his arms.

Li Yancheng held her in his arms and sat her on the chair, letting her sit on his lap. The two of them hugged each other tenderly.

"Okay, honey, go wake Lihua and Ningning up, the food will be ready soon."

After a while, feeling that the time was about right, he stroked his wife's back and said.

"Is Zhihai not back yet?"

"No, maybe the case is a bit complicated. Never mind. After dinner, let's send Lihua and the others back to her parents' home, and then pick up your sister to go back to your home."

"it is good"

At the same time, the Hou brothers and the mysterious boss behind Wen Hongjun were just about to leave the office early.

Today is the second day of the Chinese New Year, and he also has to go home to receive his daughter and son-in-law and their family to come and pay New Year's greetings.

The disadvantages of using secret mailboxes to deliver messages became apparent at this time.

Because the message transmission was not real-time, he was not aware of the unexpected incident that happened to another general under his command.

After washing up quickly and saying hello to the attendant at the communication room at the main entrance of the unit, he pushed his bicycle out of the gate.

He hesitated for a while outside the gate, wondering whether to go home directly or check the secret mailbox where he contacted Wen Hongjun first.

My home and mailbox are in two different directions, and are about the same distance from my workplace, and it takes about half an hour to get there.

Looking at the watch on his wrist, it was already past seven o'clock. His daughter and her family would normally arrive a little after eight o'clock. Thinking of this, he got on his bike and headed towards home.

It shouldn't be a problem.

As he rushed towards home, he thought to himself, after all, only one night had passed, and they had contacted each other once yesterday during the day, so it should be possible to go to the mailbox in the afternoon.

Soon, he put this question aside and started thinking about another task, how to kill Li Yancheng.

Although he had decided to use explosives and had made a preliminary plan, he had not yet decided how and where to do it after thinking about it for half the night last night.

Following last night's thoughts and almost reaching home, he finally made up his mind that it would be safer to explode at the young man's house.

Find a night when you are sure he is at home and throw the prepared explosives over the backyard wall.

(End of this chapter)