After returning from the market, I had a quick lunch, and then was busy all afternoon and evening. The intense and exciting work was only halfway through.
Summer is different from winter. Experienced police officers know that summer is a high-incidence period for burglaries because windows are not closed and fans are turned on at home to cover up noises; winter is a high-incidence period for pickpockets because people wear thick clothes.
Moreover, people go to bed late during this season, and clay pot stalls and beer and barbecue stalls are generally open until three or four o'clock. In such a large area with dozens of small shops, there will basically be disputes caused by people drinking too much every night, and there are even fights.
At night, Bai Song tossed and turned all night and had a terrible headache. He didn't get up until noon the next day.
What kind of feeling does being on duty at the police station sometimes give people... That is, when you wake up the next day and think about what happened yesterday, you will have a feeling that it happened last year.
It seems like a lifetime ago.
After washing up, Bai Song discovered that someone had put three or four Band-Aids, a piece of gauze and medical tape on his arm.
Maybe it was done by another master on night shift in the morning? Or was it Instructor Li?
Bai Song shook his head and said, forget it, don’t think about it anymore… I have to admit, I was really sleepy.
During the month that Bai Song was in Southern Guizhou Province, he would wake up at the slightest noise, but now he doesn't even feel it when someone holds his arm and bandages it. Of course, sleeping in the police station does give him a sense of security.
After returning to the dormitory and getting dressed, Bai Song picked up his phone and found a WeChat message from Instructor Li.
"After you get up, come to my office." Bai Song looked at the time. It was already 12:30 noon. He didn't know whether Instructor Li was resting or not, but he still went to Instructor Li's office as soon as possible.
Knocked on the door.
"Come in." Instructor Li's voice came from inside.
Bai Song pushed the door open and found Instructor Li tidying up his clothes at the table. He had already hung seven or eight medals of honor on them, and there were two or three more to be hung.
"Teacher Li, what do you want to talk to me about?" Bai Song asked curiously.
"Well, there will be a meeting at the Municipal Bureau at 10 o'clock tomorrow morning. The branch office asked our office to send two people. Chief Sun asked the two of us to go. You should prepare in advance." Coach Li said without raising his head.
"Ah?" Bai Song asked, "Why should we go together?"
"Hmm?" Instructor Li raised his head: "If it's not me going with you, who do you want to go with?"
"No, no, no, that's not what I meant. I meant, why did you take me to..."
"Regarding the '12.01' project, the Municipal Bureau is holding a mid-year commendation meeting. Your name is on the list. If you don't go, are you going to ask your master to go in your place?" Teacher Li laughed when he said this: "But your master did go, but he didn't take up a place in our institute."
"Oh oh oh, um, okay, thank you for your guidance." Bai Song knew there was no need to refuse at this time.
"Well, wash your uniform for me! Just the short-sleeved summer uniform will do. There is no requirement to wear long sleeves this time. Also, wear a wide-brimmed hat and put on your two medals of honor and pin them on your left chest. Put on the party emblem and pin it on the top. Look how I do it. Do you understand?" Instructor Li spread out the clothes and showed them to Bai Song.
Three second-class merits? Bai Song's eyes widened. You can't judge a person by appearance...
Uh-huh!
Bai Song nodded rapidly.
"Okay, let's just be more careful. We'll set off at 8 o'clock tomorrow morning and go to the police station to take a bus. We must not lose the medal or anything like that." Coach Li tilted his head and looked at Bai Song's arm: "Is your arm okay? Not bad, you even knew to put on a Band-Aid. Although you are young, you must learn to take care of your body."
"Yes, thank you for your guidance, Mr. Li."
Bai Song had mixed feelings when he left Teacher Li's office.
Excited, sad, surprised, calm...
In the past few months, Bai Song has been working and studying hard, but he still can't forget this project. In a blink of an eye, more than half a year has passed, and it is time for the collective award for this case. The only regret is that Master Yu can't stand on the podium in person.
The next day, Bai Song washed his hair carefully in the morning and combed it clean. Bai Song, who never used any skin care products, found Dabao from Wang Liang's toiletries, then applied this priceless skin care product and carefully checked his condition.
"Where are you going? Are you meeting your lover?" Wang Liang was curious when he saw Bai Song like this: "When your girlfriend came over a few days ago, I didn't see you dress up so carefully."
"Get out." Bai Song pointed to the door.
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The gathering of Jiuhe Branch starts from the branch.
From late winter to midsummer, after this case, everyone was busy and participated in many other various cases. But now sitting together again, everyone naturally recalled that period of time.
To this day, Sun Tang and others, led by relevant leaders, are still doing follow-up work in the task force, but most people have left the task force and returned to their original units. Seeing the comrades gathered together at this moment, they all feel very cordial.
We chatted along the way, and after more than half an hour, the car drove into the compound of the Municipal Public Security Bureau.
Bai Song seldom comes here. To be exact, he has only been here once or twice, and he just came here to pick up something and leave. Seeing this towering building at this time, the feeling is different from usual.
The conference room was very large. It was just a little after nine o'clock when the Jiuhe Branch arrived. There were people sitting scattered around the conference room. Everyone had acquaintances, some of whom they hadn't seen for many years. They took this opportunity to strike up a conversation with each other.
Everyone here is an old veteran, but Bai Song can still straighten his back, carry a bar on his shoulders, and hang a second-class merit on his chest. Can ordinary people do it?
"Hey, little comrade, are you from the Jiuhe Branch?"
Bai Song didn't know anyone and didn't go around chatting with anyone. He just sat on a chair alone. As a result, a policeman in his 50s came over and greeted him.
"Oh, hello, leader. I'm from the Jiuhe Branch. Please sit down." Bai Song leaned over to take a look and saw the man in a white shirt. He couldn't help but stand up.
A white shirt means a superintendent. Generally speaking, only senior deputy division-level officers are qualified to wear it, and they are definitely senior police officers. When Bai Song was in school, because the school was of a high level, almost all professors and associate professors at the Chinese Police University wore white shirts, and there were even some with only one or two microphones. However, at work, those who wear white shirts are actually big leaders, and they have to salute when they meet.
"What leader? He's been retired for several years." The old police officer was very polite: "Look at your police number, you're from Jiuhe Branch. I also worked in Jiuhe Branch for a few years when I was young. At that time, I was about your age."
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