Great Power

"He Dana’s bloody handprints are on the stick, and there is blood on Diao’s head on the other side. He Dana has already prepared a murder weapon to attack Zheng Jianguo. He was found by Diao and pulled away to stop him. He Dana became angry and furious. Killed, everyone has no opinion after this incident, right?"

Soon after the militia arrived, Wei Donghui, the company commander, ran over without even putting on his shoes. He watched Diao Si who was lying on the ground and asked him to tie He Dan and briefly asked the crowd. He also summarized the cause and effect of this matter, but before he could say anything, He Dana opened her mouth with a bloody face and said, "I just want to teach the grasshopper——"

"There is no place for you to speak here, seal his mouth--"

Wei Donghui pulled a black face and said that a few militiamen carrying submachine guns stepped forward, touched for a long time, and put the towel on their arms into He Dana's mouth. At this time, the crowd of onlookers suddenly dispersed and gave way. One road, a woman stumbled with a disheveled hair and rushed in. Seeing He Dana who was tied up in a ball and pressed on the ground, she burst into tears: "Dana, Dana, my son—"

"Auntie, Dana has been killed this time. This is not what it used to be."

Before Wei Donghui’s voice fell, the crowd scattered again. The security officer Yang Erhe walked in wearing a peaked cap, and looked around at Diao Si who was lying on the ground motionless. He was obviously dead and could not die again. , Immediately frowned and opened his mouth: "Donghui, are there all the human and physical evidence?"

"It's all here, I also wrote a brief here, take a look."

Wei Donghui said, handing over the notebook in his hand. Yang Erhe took it and scanned it in three lines, then glanced at the crying woman lying on He Dana, cleared his throat and said, "He Dana used a murder weapon to attack Zheng Jianguo. After being discovered by Diao Si, he stopped pulling it away. He Dana was so embarrassed that he beat Diao Si to death. There was Ho Dana's blood handprint on the stick, and there was blood on Diao Si's head on the other side. Everyone has no opinion, right?"

There was a buzzing sound all around, and Yang Erhe opened his mouth as if he hadn’t heard it: “If you don’t have any comments, put your handprints on it. You are all witnesses. These are all to be handed over to police comrades. As long as you tell the truth, the party and the state will not If you wrong a good person, you will never let a bad person go--"

It is not the first time that Yang Erhe has encountered such a situation after more than ten years of work as the security director. It is not uncommon for members to fight and fight. Sometimes they can fight for the purpose of picking up dung, let alone living together for so long. The usual grievances in time, the rare thing is that people are killed like this now, this idea also disappeared after seeing the murderer He Dana.

Young people don’t know that it’s not important to get started. It seems that at least they have to sit in the bottom of the cell. Maybe it’s possible to eat a peanut. So thinking about it before Zheng Jianguo next to him, Yang Erhe has no face. The black face of the expression nodded at the panic-faced Zheng Fugui, remembering how this is the oldest barefoot doctor in the brigade, changed a kind expression and said: "Gradddy, how did you make trouble with him? ?"

"I wanted to take a job test, so he ridiculed him. I blocked him with a word and would attack me with a stick."

Zheng Jianguo looked at He Dana, who was hugged by the middle-aged woman, and said that he didn’t want everyone to be silently hesitating about whether to put their handprints on or not. His voice was not too big or too small and just passed into the middle-aged. In the woman’s ears, she heard the crying face, turned her head to look at him standing next to him, immediately pushed Ho in her arms, and rushed towards him with a disheveled hair: "The name Zheng , I'll fight with you—"

"I give you a hand!"

Seeing the old woman rushing over, Yang Erhe, who was in the middle, subconsciously drew aside, and then remembered that this action was inconsistent with his identity, but he did not expect this hesitation, and saw Zheng Jianguo punching quasi and ruthlessly. It hit the old woman’s mouth. The next moment the old woman looked up and fell, Zheng Jianguo stood next to her with her fists. When she went to see the old woman was already full of blood, but Zheng Jianguo was okay. Zheng Jianguo found that everyone around him With a stunned look, he muffled his mouth and said: "It's okay, it's just a little bit of a wound."

"The grasshopper is wrong for you to hit someone."

I don’t know who said something next to him. Zheng Jianguo turned his head and looked and couldn’t find out who said it. He said, "Then I will let this shrew scratch? You like her approach. I don’t have that hobby. The old man has been pampered with He Dana since she was young, and his sister will not be forced to jump into the well to commit suicide, and she will not fall to the level of killing people in the street in broad daylight. You are used to her problem, I am not used to it. I said He Dana fucks. Your son was immediately caught by the police for shooting. Don't hurry up to see him."

He Dana's father died early, and he has become arrogant and lazy since he was a child. Zheng Jianguo always thought that he would not have a conflict with him, but he did not expect that he would not look for things and people were thinking about him, so he immediately turned his face and turned pale: "I was hit with a stick in the chest by him, and now my chest hurts as soon as I move—"

"Grassid, are you okay, are you okay, are you okay, do you want to go to the infirmary to check it?"

Zheng Jianguo’s words came to an end, and Du Xiaomei next to her seemed to be crying. She thought that Zheng Jianguo was okay, but she didn’t expect to get a stick. She immediately asked him and touched his arm and hand. The woman on the ground said After returning to her senses, she looked at the family of five people in front of her, and then she didn't think that her two people were about to become themselves, and the pain in her mouth made her snorted: "Ah--"

"I'm fine, mother."

His right hand was trembling slightly. Zheng Jianguo looked at the blood on the fist and couldn't figure out whether it was his own or his own. He looked at the pain of the woman crying on the ground and felt that he had acted too hard. He Dana was greeted by the phalanx. I didn't expect to hit this woman with a fist. She immediately wiped the blood off the top with her hand and breathed a sigh of relief: "It's fine if you don't punch it."

Zheng Jianguo's method of beating people is still learned from others. The joints and fists greet not the eye sockets and nose, but the human mouth. More specifically, the human upper lip is the place where the nerves are densest on the face. It is the place among the people in the 13 points. Pressing this point in a mild coma can make people regain consciousness. If it hurts, it will feel terrible.

Soon the party secretary, Guo Binghe, brought the brigade cadres to the scene. After hearing what Yang Erhe had said, he waved his hand: "Guanglan, take someone to send Dana his mother home. Grasshopper, you hit someone wrong, let alone with a woman. Comrades care about—"

"Secretary, then I'll be fine with Dana's mother, right?"

Before Guo Binghe’s voice disappeared, Du Xiaomei’s voice sounded. Not to mention the many strange faces of the members who looked around, but the few cadres nearby also looked strange. Guo Binghe’s old face couldn’t help but turned dark, and he glanced at this unconscious Zheng Jianguo. , Set his gaze on the face of Ho Dana, who was tied into a zongzi, and quickly said: "Erhe, go and take him up. When Comrades from the public security arrive and hand them over to others, the brigade proposes that it can be dealt with seriously. "

He Dana is a black sheep, belongs to a rat shit that has destroyed the rat shit in a pot of porridge. Zheng Jianguo should not hit anyone, but considering that he did it, his mother would not take his three sisters to fight He Da Mom, maybe this is the best way to deal with it?

After assigning people to disperse, Guo Binghe had such a thought in his mind, and he felt that it would be good to deal with it this way. Otherwise, Zheng Jianguo’s old lady is also a calf-protective temperament. The single seedlings passed down for three generations are the lifeblood of anyone's family. It’s impossible for my family to say something more serious, so I can’t help but shook his head to see how the old Zheng family’s lone seedlings were raised, and what a thing is He Dana, it’s a pity for Diao Si. When I came back, they were all activists—it's a pity.

Guo Binghe feels a little sorry for Old Four Diao. The prodigal son just turned around and started such a thing. He only feels that it is also a hard life. The lucky one of the year is suffering now, and the incense of the old Diao family is completely broken. Turning his head to look at He Dana, he found that the incense of the He family is also a rhythm that must be broken. According to Zheng Jianguo, in broad daylight, people are killed in the street in full view. The killer is the old man who persuades the fight and the old man will not be dragged to the target. If you don't have a wife, who would follow a murderer?

No one knows Guo Binghe’s pity for Diao Laosi. Everyone only feels that it is normal for this second-rate man to be rehabilitated. After all, he has been rehabilitated in the labor reform team for five years. Only Zheng Jianguo feels very uncomfortable in his heart. Things happened within half an hour. Let him have some unreal feelings, Diao Si who will be at the pinnacle of his life in a few years is gone.

After Diao Laosi suffered a stick from He Dana, Zheng Jianguo just looked at the wound and did not intend to save it, because such a serious injury can only be a vegetative in his memory. The operating room of the County People's Hospital was only unblocked, because the hot weather can easily cause postoperative infection and cause a series of complications. Therefore, the operating room is closed in August, September, and October every year.

It’s one aspect that Zheng Jianguo doesn’t have the ability to do it, but it’s another aspect. Brain surgery has never been done. He didn’t dare to think about this kind of thing in his previous life. In addition, he doesn’t know if there is any in CT. Anyway, what he can confirm is MRI has not yet appeared. I don’t know if the inventor of this device has an idea. It is an unsolvable problem to save Diao Laosi. According to the medical classification at this time, human brain death is physiological The main criterion of death.

After returning home to wash his hands and face and start eating, Zheng Jianguo looked at the worried little sister Du and said, "Mother, I'm fine, Sister, the supply and marketing agency written on the note is asking for warehouse storage. I think you can try it. test."

Zheng Donghua's dark eyes were panicked, and she looked around Zheng Fugui and Du Xiaomei, and saw that both of them nodded slightly, and then said, "Well, well, I will try."