Following Director Tian's order, Captain Zhai steadily handled the matter here and pressed the button.
Except for Captain Zhai, who was about 40 meters away from the center point, everyone else was at least 100 meters away from the center point. The police visited every household near this point and found that all the windows had been closed.
"Pong!" With a loud bang, thick white smoke quickly spread, and this long-forgotten thing disappeared forever.
About 100 kilometers away from here, at the junction of the West Fifth Ring Road and the South Fifth Ring Road in Shangjing City, stands the tall and majestic Anti-Japanese War Memorial Hall. Hundreds of tourists come here to pay homage to the martyrs and witness the changes of history.
In the memorial hall, there are dozens of similar debris, some large and some small, of different models, some are even special bacterial bombs, which were once cruel. At this moment, the tour guides, interpreters and visitors beside the booth do not know that these real debris are not only history, but also creating history in a certain place in the motherland.
War may not make people bleed forever, but the scars are there. Some things can never be forgotten in this life or the next.
After so many years, the impact was not as great as imagined. This incident only formed a pit of more than three meters, and the effective radius was only a dozen meters. By the time it reached Captain Zhai's position, not even a stone could fly over.
There was a loud noise and the 110 system received multiple calls to the police. Fortunately, the situation had already been reported to the entire city, and a very dangerous operation had been mostly completed.
Next, comrades from the city and district, wearing explosion-proof clothing and holding professional detection equipment, began to conduct a detailed investigation of the scene to prevent any fish from slipping through the net.
It was impossible to continue the construction for the time being. The foreman from the developer was very understanding and grateful, and he cooperated very well. After the site was cleaned up, there were no problems, and traffic began to resume. Residents who were taking pictures through the windows of the residential buildings appeared again, and the fire department, criminal police and other departments began to evacuate.
The investigation lasted until noon. It was impossible for any relevant items to be found at the scene, and all the wreckage had been recovered.
"Long time no see, Bai Song." Captain Fang came out of the ruins and greeted Bai Song.
"Hello, Captain Fang," Bai Song stretched out his hands and shook hands with Captain Fang. "I've been busy lately and haven't had time to visit you."
"Haha, you've only been in the station for a few days, and you're already talking nonsense." Team Leader Fang seemed to be in a good mood and joked with Bai Song: "How are you, are you used to the work recently?"
"I'm used to it. The work in the institute is very fulfilling."
"Well, then..."
"Bai Song, there's an alarm!" Before Captain Fang could finish his words, Chief Wang called out to Bai Song.
Bai Song looked at Captain Fang apologetically, and Captain Fang smiled and nodded to show his understanding. Bai Song quickly ran to Wang Suo.
"There is a dispute, you go with Feng Bao." Wang Suo said.
"Okay, no problem." Bai Song said, and walked towards the police car. At this time, he saw a familiar figure in the distance. He stopped for a moment and then said to Feng Bao: "I'm sorry, Brother Bao, I have something to do here. Can you take Sanmi and the others with you?"
Feng Bao glanced in the direction Bai Song was looking at, nodded to show that he understood, then shouted "Three meters", and the two drove away to respond to the call.
Wang Suo also saw this and was a little curious, "Do you know that kid?"
"That's not a kid," Bai Song pointed at the man who had approached. "The last time Brother Bao and I went out on duty, someone called the police and said there was an 'alien' walking around here. It was him. He's 40 years old this year, a homeless man."
"Aliens?" Wang Suo was amused. "You really dare to call the police. Well, are you looking for him because of yesterday's murder?"
"Well, he usually lives here, and I want to ask him." Bai Song said.
"Okay, then you go and ask. I still have to be responsible for the final work here." Wang waved his hand.
The short man saw Bai Song coming over and looked at him coldly. He had some impression of this tall young policeman, but it was hard to say whether it was a good impression or a bad impression. In his world, people were basically gray and would not change. Hmm... that was not right. The little girl who had handed him a lollipop a few years ago was not gray.
Bai Song didn't move too close, nor did he say anything, he just looked at the man. Bai Song had a good memory, he had seen this man's ID card before, his name was Zheng Yanwu, which was a very good name in that era.
Zheng Yanwu looked at the dilapidated bungalows that had collapsed in the distance, and his expression was slightly sad. More than an hour ago, he heard other homeless people say that there was a big explosion in the bungalows opposite the Daguangli community, and many houses were blown down. Hearing the news, he walked quickly towards this side, but when he arrived here, he found that this place had become a ruin.
The world is so big, where is home? I have already found such a place, why am I being targeted like this?
"Hello, we will be passing through machinery in a while, please leave the isolation zone." Two security guards came over and expelled Zheng Yanwu.
Zheng Yanwu looked at the security guard, then looked at where he lived. It had not yet become a ruin, but the explosion had already caused the wall there to collapse. There was no point in going there again. Accustomed to the coldness of life, he didn't say much and turned to leave.
There is no home in this world, so there is no need to worry about it.
"Zheng Yanwu, are you looking for your bedding and things?" Bai Song pointed to a big tree a few dozen meters away: "My colleagues and I helped you move them there."
Zheng Yanwu was stunned.
He has forgotten that he has a name.
He didn't know how many years it had been since anyone knew his name, and no one would call out this name. He was really a little uncomfortable when he was suddenly called by this name.
After a few seconds, Zheng Yanwu turned his head to look at Bai Song, and seeing that Bai Song's arm was still raised, he looked in the direction Bai Song was pointing. Familiar with cold eyes and deception, Zheng Yanwu had habitually not wanted to go dozens of meters away to verify whether it was true or false, but when he saw Bai Song's eyes, he found that he really didn't seem to be teasing him. After thinking for about five or six seconds, Zheng Yanwu raised his leg and walked in the direction Bai Song was pointing.
He was indeed short, and in a place where Bai Song could easily see him, he was blocked from view and could not see at all. After walking forward for more than ten steps, he finally saw his bedding and various things.
A few worn-out quilts and some shabby-looking pots and pans were now quietly placed next to the tree, slightly tidier than the "home" that had once been there.
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