Chapter 28 Chapter Twenty-Eight

Director Ma was suspended for reflection. Director Ma's suspension for self-reflection was both expected and unexpected. After all, it had been two years since the incident occurred. After hearing the news that Director Ma was suspended for self-reflection, Cheng Jiaqing's secretary, Hong Peng, completely gave up. Director Ma was suspended for self-reflection, which meant that Cheng Jiaqing could not make a comeback.If I still hope that Cheng Jiaqing will return to the political stage and be illuminated by the lights like the stars and the moon, and I will return to him and share his light, it is undoubtedly a foolish and extremely unrealistic idea.Hong Peng thought that there was no development to speak of in Anning, so he wrote to a friend in the south to recommend a job, and prepared to take his wife and chicks and fly southeast as a peacock.Before leaving, there was an uproar in the outside world, saying that Hong and Cheng Jiaqing were originally out of the same nostrils, but now they knew that they couldn't get rid of the relationship, and they were planning to abscond in fear of crime.Knowing that the rumors were scary, Hong Peng smiled wryly and gave up the idea of ​​going south.A lie repeated a hundred times becomes the truth, a rumor repeated a hundred times becomes the truth.In the face of the facts, Hong Peng had to bow his head.Ever since Cheng Jiaqing was arrested, Hong Peng had been left idle in the county party committee office.The chief and deputy director of the county party committee office has everything, so it's not his turn to deal with major events.

Instead of sitting lukewarm, it is better to find something to do and develop a little fun.Thinking in this way, I regained my original hobby of collecting stamps.There are more and more stamps, and some of them rise in value very quickly.Hong Peng's intention to go south is also because these stamps can be used as material guarantees in case of unexpected needs.If he failed to go south, Hong Peng's enthusiasm for collecting stamps became even higher. There is no hope of becoming an official, and looking for a square inch of land is considered a paradise, and it is not impossible to be a Xiaoyaogong on the paradise.

At night, Hong Peng opened the curtains of his house and watched the small building opposite turn into a frame with dark lines in the night, and the lit windows were like postage stamps embedded in the frame, and his heart was overwhelmed.Is every window a miniature sheet?Does everyone really have the potential to be a big shot on a stamp?The characters on the stamps are undoubtedly famous, great and beautiful, but if they are confined to a small stamp, don't they feel wronged?Hong Peng did not have extravagant hopes to become a big man on postage stamps, but he could have become a new star in An Ning's politics. Unexpectedly, Cheng Jiaqing not only lost his great future, but also lost several people. True to his fist.Cheng Jiaqing's kindness to him is deeper than a well, no, deeper than a well.If it weren't for him, I might still be walking through the sound of reading books and pastoral songs, and chalk dust walking through my hair and my lungs. When I was sick, I would have to ask my parents to sue my grandmother for some medical expenses.How could Hong Peng not believe that Cheng Jiaqing would participate in the two murders? Cheng Jiaqing would be so simple-minded that he would commit murder for the benefit of others?Maybe he might have this kind of impulsiveness sometimes, but the woman beside him——Fu Mei is such a charming, scheming, and humane woman, how could she just sit back and watch him act recklessly?The drunken man's intention is not to drink, and the way to kill people is not to use the knife.Such a blatant murder, but anyone with a little sense would not play a role in it.If the times have developed into the era of intriguing profiteers, there will be no need for life-and-death struggles—if you die, you will die from bankruptcy, not from weapons.

Alas, without that damned murder, why would I be here? After studying the stamps in my collection with a magnifying glass, I wiped the floor, cleaned the windows, bought vegetables, made meals, wiped the floors, cleaned the windows, bought vegetables, and cooked the meals.Hong Peng sighed, and inexplicably remembered some lively past events, as if his heart was roasting on the fire with the sweet and sour fish, and the sweet and sour breath gradually squeezed into the air.Status and money are always inversely proportional to time. People with high status always have pitifully little time, while idlers without status and money always have ridiculously much time.That's why the world seems fair.Those with status hold handfuls of power, those with money hold handfuls of banknotes, and those without money and status hold handfuls of time, and no one will It's empty, but time is a bit empty after all, so Hong Peng grasped it in his hands, and he couldn't help feeling like he was missing something.

Don't do bad things during the day, and don't be afraid of ghosts knocking at the door at night.Let people talk, I haven't done anything shady. It is true that I am loyal to Cheng Jiaqing, but I am not in cahoots with them, doing anything against them.Qi Wanchun and Qi Wanqiu are indeed too eye-catching, too rampant, She Tong is too bold, and Director Ma is too flattering. None of these people have ever taken me seriously. Mickey Mouse is generous, Hong Peng sometimes thinks of Mickey Mouse. The water heater and color TV at home were all given by him, and they are in good use so far.Qi Wanchun, Qi Wanqiu, She Tong, and Director Ma will leave Cheng Jiaqing with sequelae sooner or later.But Mickey Mouse can't, he is very shrewd, he is good at calculating, he does things without leaving tails, and he is especially good at learning the tricks of the thirty-six tricks. Before anyone chases him, he will slip away like wax Quickly, it will disappear at the first sign of trouble.His secret, if I don't tell it, maybe no one will tell it.However, why should I say it, do I still need to show my credit and invite favor?After a period of introspection, Hong Peng deeply regretted his performance of being too active and losing himself when he was popular.I have seen red clouds, white clouds, and dark clouds, and the sky has faded a bit.Neither begrudging nor demanding, neither humble nor overbearing, although it is impossible to achieve all of these, it is generally not wrong to work hard in this direction.Exposing Mickey Mouse is not good for Cheng Jiaqing. It is shameless to repay kindness with grievances and revenge with kindness. Why bother to add superfluous things to one's life?Not only that, exposing Mickey Mouse is tantamount to exposing Cheng Jiaqing, and exposing Cheng Jiaqing who has been kind to him, will people see himself as a hero who goes into a hole and fights a tiger, or as a villain who makes trouble?The answer is very clear, Cheng Jiaqing was exposed, some people may not say yes, this is one of them; even if the inside story of Mickey Mouse is revealed at this time, what will the task force think? ——Why did you not report it earlier, and wait until now to report it?Now that people from all walks of life have entered the network one after another, Director Ma is also in the dark, and Cheng Jiaqing has no power to recover, so he tells the truth-this shows that this person is an ugly character who turns the wind and the rudder to meet the water.Report to the special case group, the people in the special case group may not agree, this is the second.When Cheng Jiaqing was in the limelight, he was criticized by everyone for following the trend, so why bother to add new problems besides following the trend? I may not agree with it, this is the third.

But don't say it, there is always a burden in my heart that has not been unloaded, and that burden is getting heavier and heavier. How to do it? How to do it? How to do it? Just burn that letter!Turned into speechless ashes, who can find a single word from the ashes, when the fire ignited, Hong Peng couldn't help but tremble all over his body.There was a tingling pain in my heart, as if a red-hot needle was sharply piercing my conscience.After repeatedly lighting the fire several times, the letter was still in Hong Peng's hands.Hong Peng felt that he had done an experiment, an experiment that was almost unsure of success.

The blame can only be blamed on my hobby of collecting stamps that I have persisted for many years. If I didn't have that hobby, how could I have endured the torment of this ruthless heart this time. In the end, Hong Peng decided to keep the letter, but a new problem came up, he didn't know where to put the letter.He was afraid that his wife would find out, so he sneaked around all day long.There is nothing in the world, nothing is disturbed by mediocrity, everything comes from greed.If I had burned the incoming letter according to Cheng Jiaqing's order, and it wasn't out of greed for stamps, if I hadn't taken off that beautiful stamp and kept it for myself, and then discovered the letter written by Mickey Mouse Cheng Jiaqing's letter, then, the soul will not be so disturbed and unbearable at this moment.After all, too much love will turn into greed, even if it is only on a small postage stamp.However, what is love and what is greed?Perhaps, if there is no bad result, we think it is love; and once there is a bad result, or a series of troubles are caused, we don't hesitate to regard that feeling as greed.

Just imagine, I feel so uneasy just because I own a stamp, let alone those who wantonly seize and take money?How many people say: "worry about the world's worries first, and enjoy the world's joy later", but practice the reality of "before the world has it, and get it quickly", but they will be happy ?I don't think so.If greed is not eliminated, it is like a moth to a flame, self-immolation will stop;People, you should control your feelings within hobbies.Perhaps I am not disturbed by the possession of a postage stamp, but no doubt I am disturbed by the possession of a secret.This secret is like an elastic band, loose and tight for a while, and Hong Peng can't breathe under the restraint of this elastic band.

On this day, with great difficulty, he found Kong Congqiu, secretary of the county party committee, and talked about his thoughts. "Why, you don't want to stay in the county?" Kong Congqiu was surprised. Hong Peng rubbed his hands together but didn't speak, wondering if Secretary Kong would feel compassion. "I heard that some time ago you had plans to develop in coastal areas?" Kong Congqiu asked. Word travels faster than a cat chasing a mouse. "Yes." Hong Peng nodded.His swarthy face was burning. "How about going to the coast, there are many opportunities." Kong Congqiu opened one eye and squinted the other, and did not look at Hong Peng.

"But—" Hong Peng hesitated to speak. Kong Congqiu frowned, squinted at him, and carefully looked at him from head to toe without haste. "Don't be afraid, it's not someone who can't be washed away by jumping into the Yellow River. Cheng Jiaqing has a problem, but it doesn't mean that your secretary has a problem. Don't take other people's gossip, foul language, and gossip to heart. Some people say that Cheng Jiaqing and I are the same I am not afraid of those who sit on a bench." After Kong Congqiu spoke his own words, Hong Peng quickly took a look at him, his eyes filled with surprise and gratitude.

"No matter how difficult the place is, I'm not afraid." Hong Peng has already made up his mind to go, and the life of the corpse and the corpse meal will be a mess no matter what. "Then you choose one. However, it is too close to the county seat, and others will say that I am partial. Take your time, as long as I am in peace, you will always have a day to display your talents. I will not send you to Cheng Jiaqing's secretary just because you are Cheng Jiaqing's secretary." The one you beat to the bottom of the water like a dog in the water is Cheng Jiaqing, who has done good things for An Ning." "Secretary Kong's character is well-known by everyone." "Where, where." Kong Congqiu said modestly with a smile in his eyes. "If you have nothing else to do, you should go back first. Taking retreat as an advance is also a strategy. Otherwise, you will be suspicious if you don't advance or retreat. Your choice is wise." Kong Congqiu praised Hong Peng's choice . After Hong Peng opened the door, he quietly closed the door again.Then, he stood hesitantly at the door for a while, as if he still had more ideas, wanted to push the door in again, but gave up after thinking about it.finally left. Soon, Hong Peng was appointed as the deputy head of the township, and went to the most remote township in Anning.Before taking office, he got rid of his heart disease, and he wrote Mi Chengshan's letter to Cheng Jiaqing.It was packed in a large letter, without my name signed, and sent to the task force.Without a signature, one's own image disappears from the moral target, and is no longer shot around by the arrows of rumors. After all, paper cannot contain fire, Hong Peng thought after the letter was sent. Mi Chengshan went to Australia after his fake death, which he himself exposed.Don't blame me, Hong Peng thought. As for the relationship between Mi Chengshan and Cheng Jiaqing, that was between them.If one day Cheng Jiaqing suffers because of this incident, or the crime is aggravated, then I can't be blamed, Hong Peng defends himself in his heart. The task force received Hong Peng's letter the next morning.Lei Huanshan felt like he had found a treasure, so he happily drank some Shaoxing rice wine during lunch.The voice of his speech was also like a bronze bell, making people mistakenly think that he was so happy because he had obtained the secret pill of returning to the child. Soon, Director Zuo found out that the letter was in Mi Chengshan's handwriting, without any counterfeit, and that the letter came from Australia.The time of sending the letter was more than a month after the time stated in Mi Chengshan's obituary. Is it not strange that a man who is dead and ashes in the crematorium should send a letter from abroad? After careful study, there is only one possibility, that Mi Chengshan is not dead. With a conclusion drawn, the action begins.The train was running like lightning, and it sent Director Zuo and the others to Shanghai overnight.At the same time, the red notice was faxed to the Australian police through Interpol. "It's just a hard walnut, so try to crack it open." Before attacking Shanghai, Lei Huanshan made an explanation to Director Zuo.Director Zuo saluted Lei Huanshan very solemnly, and he looked like a strong man who would never return Loulan until he broke it.However, they didn't gain much in Shanghai, but they can basically judge that the corpse burned in the crematorium of the Wanguo Temple Funeral Parlor was not Mi Chengshan's. Director Zuo and his party found the Wanguo Temple Funeral Home, and the person in charge of the funeral home received them.No matter how Director Zuo guides his thinking, no matter how Director Zuo speaks, the person in charge of the funeral home always racks his brains to recall carefully, but there is no one star or half claw about Mi Chengshan in his memory.Showing him photos of Cheng Jiaqing, Fu Mei, Qi Wanchun, and Qi Wanqiu one by one, the person in charge just shook his head blindly.Director Zuo was so anxious that his tongue twitched when he spoke, but the person in charge of the funeral home was still like a wolf boy just captured from the forest. After talking for a long time, he couldn't communicate.In addition, the person in charge speaks slowly, making people suspect that his tongue is a snail that does not chase the whip.Originally Shanghainese spoke very fast, but he not only spoke slowly, but also had to drink a sip of tea every time he said a word, as if he could not speak without drinking tea. "Then, can you check the files of the cremated corpses delivered in 1994?" Seeing that the person in charge couldn't get anything useful, Director Zuo had no choice but to express his request. "Yes, yes. I can't say clearly. When I was a child, I admired the police the most. For a while, when I saw the police on guard every day, I would pay a penny. I said I picked it up on the road, but in fact it was from my home. Lies were coming. Later, Dad somehow found out and beat me up. As a result, my ass was so swollen that I couldn't go to school for a week. Come to think of it, I was really crazy at that time. Smaller than now The girl is still insane." While walking, the person in charge of the funeral home said a lot of words.Unexpectedly, he was quite an interesting person when he was a child. The director of the funeral home accompanied them through the 94-year-old cremation files.In the record on August 18, Director Zuo found Mi Chengshan's name.On the cremation registration form, his name was clearly visible.I don't know who filled out the registration form?Could it be that the contents filled in on this registration form are all forged? "Can you find the workers who were on duty that day?" Director Zuo asked. "Yes, yes. Well, the one with the name on it, Chen Achun, was in Chen Achun's shift that day, go, go and find Chen Achun." The person in charge of the funeral home ordered one of his staff members. "Chen Achun works the night shift today." "Whether on duty or not, call to find Chen Achun. He is from out of town. The police have important tasks." The staff hurriedly called. "Nowadays, our funeral home is the most useless. Apart from burning a few dead people, making a few wreaths, and selling a few urns, we can't make any money." "How can it be, who do you think can't give you some money?" "Yes, yes." "Just pull a hair from each head, and you will be very rich." "Now there is also competition among funeral homes. By Chenguang, the family planning population is getting smaller and smaller, and our funeral home may have to go bankrupt. Drinking the northwest wind Go. Our funeral home was visited by the mayor of Shanghai back then. Now it looks dingy on the outside, and we don’t have the money to renovate it.” "Every family has scriptures that are difficult to recite" "But none of the scriptures are as difficult as funeral parlors. Now we are only better than those closed factories, and the gap between industries is too big. Just say my youngest son, who just graduated, earns more than me in a month. My wife and I took so much, it is really hard to balance. I just hope that we will find a few more corrupt officials, let them spit out all their food, and let everyone improve their lives." "There is no one who has gained ill-gotten wealth without squandering it." Director Zuo smiled. "How is Chen Achun usually?" Director Zuo changed the subject. "Chen Achun is quite honest, and he doesn't know how to make a name for himself. You can rest assured about this, I guarantee it in the name of the curator. Most of the people in my museum are honest, and those with bright minds have long since left." The person in charge of the funeral home pointed to his nose, and made a promise. "We're just asking, there's no problem, we won't make things difficult for him," Director Zuo said. "Hey, there will be no problem. Our ideological work is very tight, you can rest assured about this. If you have any questions, come to me, it is because I have not grasped the ideological work well." "Okay, he has a problem, then we will come to you." "Hey, it's my head to suspect?" the person in charge of the funeral home was surprised. "just kidding." "After chatting for about an hour, Chen Achun came riding a broken bicycle. He braced the bicycle and went upstairs. No matter the color or style, the worn-out bicycle complemented the whole dilapidated funeral home." "It's true, when an official moves his mouth, a soldier runs and breaks his legs." Once inside, he yelled at their curator.As soon as he finished speaking, he seemed to freeze. Three strange policemen. He wanted to ask the curator what was going on, but he didn't have the courage. Chen Achun was in his thirties, of medium build, and was dressed in denim. With inverted eyebrows and big ears, it looks like a Shar Pei from a distance, and looks like a famous actor among the people who talk about cross talk.Unfortunately, in the heap of dead people, it is impossible to tell who is high or low.Usually, when he saw a dead person, it was like meeting an acquaintance, but today he was shocked when he saw three real policemen. "Ah Chun, you have been in the library for a long time, and you have done a good job at your job. You know that the leaders don't value you. I also know that the discipline in our library is quite strict, 'you must tie the bell if you untie it. People', do you recognize what you signed on it? Don't hide anything, because it's not good for you or the country if you hide it. Have you listened well?" The curator's words of both grace and power caused Chen Achun to be terrified, confused, and just nodded. "You sit down." After Director Zuo said this, Chen Achun sat down, took the cremation registration form, and looked at it again and again.His own signature is the ironclad evidence, and the ironclad evidence is there, so he can't help but deny it.Fortunately, it's not my business, I just asked myself to investigate. Chen Achun breathed a sigh of relief, and muttered, "What happened in 1994." "Are you on duty that day?" Director Zuo asked. "Yes." Chen Achun thought to himself, everyone is dead, cremated, turned into a pile of ashes, why are you pulling his braids? "We just want to ask, is this the person you burned that day?" Chief Zuo showed Mi Chengshan's photo. "Ah Chun, you have to tell the truth. If you don't tell the truth, I can ask you to be laid off." The person in charge of the funeral home slapped on the sidelines again. "I know, I know, I'm not telling the truth, I've been a liar long ago." Chen Achun took the photo, looked closely at it from a distance, shook his head and handed the photo to Chief Zuo. "Comrade police, I really can't remember. Thousands of people have been burned in my hands. I don't know how to remember their appearance. If I knew that I would be asked to investigate, I would ask a master , specialize in drawing human heads, and draw everyone I want to burn before burning. Besides, it’s been such a long time.” Seeing that Chen Achun dared to talk back, the person in charge of the funeral home quickly criticized him: "Achun, you are too presumptuous, and your attitude does not look like a cooperative attitude." "My brain is not a clock. It can ring as soon as it is struck. You have to allow me to think about it." Chen Achun seriously frowned, thinking with a bitter face.Like a pregnant fox under a grape trellis, thinking about how to eat the grapes above. "Think slowly." Chief Zuo didn't want to urge him.After all, other people's heads are not planes that you can fly and stop wherever you want. "How about we show him the photos of Cheng Jiaqing and the others." One of the police officers suggested. "also." The photos of Cheng Jiaqing, Fu Mei, Director Ma, Qi Wanchun, and Qi Wanqiu were held and looked at by the person in charge of the funeral home and Chen Achun in turn. "These people have all held a memorial service for the person in the photo in your funeral home." Director Zuo reminded him. "I generally don't receive these people who participated in the memorial meeting. Except for senior cadres who have passed away, I have to make arrangements at the scene to avoid mistakes." The person in charge of the funeral home said with some disappointment.However, he pinned his hopes on Chen Achun. "Ah Chun, think about it carefully." Chen Achun didn't speak, he looked at the photos one by one, a little bit reluctant to part.He also rubbed his eyes, as if there was something foreign in the eyes. "I don't know." Chen Achun raised his head. "Why don't you know each other, think about it carefully." The person in charge of the funeral home still didn't let him go. "There are so many people coming and going every day. Sometimes you can recognize them by dialing a few times a day. You know, you tell." Chen Achun raised his bar against his leader in a fit of anger. The person in charge of the funeral home glared and said, "Since you don't recognize anyone, you go home first. I have guests here now, and I'll deal with you later." "It's none of my business, so I'll go back first. Three, I'm sorry. It's a canary bird, so you can't expect it to spread its tail like a peacock, right?" After finishing speaking, Chen Achun walked away in a spirited manner. "Young people nowadays are not afraid of anything, not even the leaders." The person in charge of the funeral home shook his head, and then shook his head again, as if feeling infinitely emotional. "It's not surprising. Young people nowadays are not afraid of anything but their wives." Director Zuo made a joke, everyone laughed, and the atmosphere immediately relaxed.The two young policemen who came with Director Zuo had feverish faces.They didn't know how Director Zuo could see into their hearts.After the fever passed, they thought with some complacency that even if it wasn't a kind of enjoyment, it was also a kind of compensation for them to scold their wives after going home all day.Director Zuo's pair of eagle eyes are really poisonous, able to see into the internal organs of a person.Or, he also has a history of being henpecked. "Why, I'm sorry. I admit that I'm also a member of the Henpeck Association." Chief Zuo confessed straightforwardly. Seeing that it was lunch time, the funeral home wanted to keep Director Zuo after lunch, but Director Zuo insisted on refusing.After chatting for a few more words, they said goodbye to each other and the person in charge of the funeral home.After walking out of the funeral home, Director Zuo looked back.This funeral home is indeed too old.Director Zuo thought, if a person cannot be brilliant in life, then he will only see ashes and not yellow when he comes here. "Empty hands, go back to see the old naughty boy, what will the old naughty boy say?" After leaving the funeral home, a police officer became worried. "It's like digging a well. If the water doesn't come out, can you blame the person who dug the well?" A police officer didn't think so, even though he usually saw Lei Huanshan in awe. "Here, isn't that Chen Achun?" Sure enough, not far away, Chen Achun was squatting under a billboard, smoking a cigarette, and looking straight ahead, the bicycle was standing beside him. The chief on the left patted a police officer on the shoulder, said "there's something to do", and strode over. "Wait for us." "Don't tell lies in front of real people. Let me tell you all. Except for the cremated person, I can't remember. I have seen all the others. I remember the fat policeman for real. Why do I remember it for real? It’s because I have bad hands, and I received a thousand dollars from them. They gave me a thousand dollars and said some good things, and I was tempted. I knew there was something wrong with it, but I didn’t ask about it. For 1,000 yuan, I told the staff on duty that the dead person was a relative of mine who had an infectious disease and had to be burned overnight. The corpse was burned overnight. They sent the body in a refrigerated truck, and they were outsiders. There were six or seven people who sent the dead to the dead in the first night, and a few more came the next day. The next day, these people got together, held a brief memorial service, and then left. None of these people were from Shanghai. Wondering, it’s so good, it’s not cremated locally, but cremated here? No one came to ask about it later, if you didn’t come today, I almost forgot.” "You really can't remember what the dead man looked like?" "I really can't remember." "You think again?" "When I saw the thousand dollars, I was already happy, so I didn't ask anything. Besides, I never cared about the appearance of the dead when they were put into the crematorium." "Then do you remember the license plate numbers of the refrigerated truck and the car that came with you?" "I didn't notice, is there a big problem here?" "There is indeed a big problem. The person on the cremation registration form is still alive, and for some reason, he has gone abroad, and the person who was burned in his name is still unclear? You say this Is it a big problem?" "Well, there's such a thing. Murder? I've never seen it. I really have nothing to do with them." "Why is it okay? You charged them 1,000 yuan and helped them burn their corpses to wipe out their traces. It's a crime of negligence, and you can be counted as their accomplices." A policeman said deliberately. What they said made Chen Achun's eyeballs motionless like fish eyes, staring blankly, as if the eyeballs were about to fall off, and it took him a long time to come back to his senses. "You won't arrest me, will you? I have a wife and children." He looked at Director Zuo pitifully, completely different from his behavior in the funeral home just now. "It's none of your business, let me ask you, have you told everything?" Director Zuo asked. "I said it all, I can swear to God." "It's good to have said it all. Your performance in the unit was not very good just now." "I was also forced to do nothing. If I told the boss in front of the funeral home, saying that I took a thousand yuan, the boss would have to tell me to lay off. Apart from cremation, I don't know anything else." Chen Achun looked like Ah Q who was about to go to the execution ground, full of distress, "Don't tell my leader, if I wasn't an honest person, I wouldn't have worked in the funeral parlor for more than ten years."