Chapter 219 (2/2)
”Liang sir, I have news of Deng sir.”
At this time, Han Zhibang came back from the outside with a piece of information, walked to the door of the ICAC Commissioner's office, tapped the door and whispered.
”Come in.”
Han Zhibang knocked on Yan Guoliang's door more than ten times these days. Only this time came a voice, but Yan Guoliang's voice revealed that he was lonely before.
When Han Zhibang heard the emotion in his voice, he couldn't help but take a beating in his heart. He opened the door and said, ”Liang sir, the police found Deng Sir's body at Tianxing wharf and sent a message to let us get someone.”
Han Zhibang put the file on the desktop.
Yan Guoliang stood in front of a white board with a cigarette between his fingers and turned his head with his chest in his hands: ”it took three days to find someone.”
”What do you mean? Do we have to wait until the body stinks before we return people to us? ”
Yan Guoliang's tone was indifferent, but there was hidden anger. The whiteboard in front of him was covered with all kinds of information and the relationship between people in the police force.
At the moment, the beautiful photos of Luo Ge and Zhuang Shikai are pasted on the whiteboard and marked in English next to them.
Then Yan Guoliang went to his desk, picked up the folder and opened it. He looked at the bleak and ugly autopsy photos of the burning Kirin one by one. The more he looked, the more dignified his eyes were. He only felt that his heart was sad, and the expression on his face was very complex and painful.
Who would have thought that the ICAC's first investigation team leader who died in the war was a monk and the most biased rotten man?
”Yan sir.”
”I'm sorry.”
Han Zhibang was quietly comforting.
Han Zhibang's grief over Huo Qilin's death is no less than that of Yan Guoliang. After all, he is Huo Qilin's favorite subordinate and learns a lot from Huo Qilin.
Probably because he received the news earlier and adjusted his mind earlier, he could make a voice to persuade Yan sir.
Grief will always pass. The best reward for Deng Sir's sacrifice is to defeat the interest groups in the police force.
Yan Guoliang put away the documents on the desktop and took a deep breath: ”let's go.”
”Let's see Deng Sir off and take Deng Sir home.”
”Yes, sir.”
Han Zhibang snapped, suspended his waist, stood at attention and saluted.
Yan Guoliang opened the glass door of his office. The ICAC investigators who guessed the news stood in line in front of the door in suits and certificates.
”Yan sir.”
”We also want to give Deng Sir a ride. ”
An investigator said aloud.
”Yes.”
”We also want to send Deng Sir on the last trip.”
The investigators all voiced with heavy expressions.
Yan Guoliang nodded and closed the door: ”let's go.”
At this moment, the feeling in his heart is better than sadness, because he knows that Deng Sir has earned his own dignity, and he believes that this is the dignity Deng Sir wants. The dignity earned with your life.
In the afternoon, the ICAC Commissioner drove to the Kowloon police station with a group of icacs in suits. However, this time they came not to arrest people, but to collect the body.
Lin Guoxiong took Yan Guoliang to the mortuary. Yan Guoliang opened a white cloth covering the body and revealed a swollen and ugly purple face.
Fire Kirin's face was spotted, and there were already traces of being bitten by fish and insects.