Rebirth in 1958: Getting rich starts from Nanluoguxiang

Dabao accepted the task with a bitter face. It's not that he had never shot and killed anyone before, but shooting someone at close range was a very painful act.

In the future, the executioners will be armed police soldiers. Half a month before the execution, the selected armed police soldiers with high psychological quality and political awareness will be gathered and placed in a closed guesthouse.

These people can move freely in the guesthouse, but they cannot leave the guesthouse.

In the guesthouse, you can play mahjong or poker, whatever you want to play is available. And if you want to eat something, just order from the menu. In short, it is delicious, drinkable and fun.

On the day of the execution, these armed police changed into new uniforms, were issued new Type 56 or Type 81 rifles, and went to the execution site to wait.

When the death row prisoners finished their parade and arrived at this place, they knelt one by one in front of the dug pits. The soldiers listened to the commands shouted by the police officers in charge of the scene.

"Everyone!" The soldiers loaded the bullets into the guns in unison.

"Raise your gun!" The muzzle of the gun was ten centimeters away from the back of the head.

"Ready! Fire!"

After the gunshot, the bullet penetrated from the back of the head, the forehead exploded, and the prisoner fell headfirst into the pit with his butt sticking up.

At this moment, most soldiers would be unable to bear it psychologically. No matter if their hands were shaking or if they had missed the target, they had to turn around and leave the scene by getting on a sealed truck.

The remaining police officers took out their guns and shot the death row prisoners in the head one by one. Dabao accepted this task.

Dabao stood at the scene, looking at the eight small pits dug in front of him, and kicked Xue Kui who was squatting beside him and eating an apple.

"Are you still eating? Are you growing up? Do you know what these pits are for?"

Xue Kui patted his butt, chewed an apple and shook his head: "I don't know?"

Dabao looked at his cute and understanding eyes and suddenly smiled. He raised his eyebrows and said gently.

"Kui'er, do you like tofu pudding?"

Xue Kui perked up at the mention of food: "I love it. The freshly ordered old tofu, with soup, and a sprinkle of chili oil, minced garlic, and chopped coriander on top, tastes so delicious."

Dabao nodded: "As long as you like to eat it, it's fine. Master loves you and will give you a whole pot of it tonight so you can eat as much as you want. Is that okay?"

"Do you keep your word?"

Dabao glanced at Xue Kui and laughed, "Silly boy, I will definitely keep my word. As long as you can eat it without vomiting it out, I will consider you a great person."

Mo Qiyuan walked to Dabao and sighed.

"In Yang Huailin's case, the evidence is clear. He committed the murder while drunk. Li Zhenjiang has already reported you to the police station. The director is here to attend the meeting, and we'll have to attend a meeting when he returns.

Deputy Director Wang asked me to ask you, how confident are you in overturning the verdict? Have you thought about how to explain this to the bureau?

Dabao smiled slightly. "I've always been curious about one thing: do people, including my uncle, understand the responsibilities of the police? If they did, they wouldn't be asking me this question..."

Mo Qiyuan was stunned: "What do you mean?"

Dabao sighed. Now most of the public security officers in the country are military-to-civilian cadres. They are experts in charging into battle, but novices in public security work.

"The duty of the police is to find out the truth, safeguard the legitimate rights and interests of the people, and protect the lives and property of the country and the people.

In a word, people-oriented.

Yang Huailin was a eunuch and had no interest in women, which is why he never married or had children. How could such a person rape and kill people? What a joke!

Also, how could a man so drunk that his hands and feet were not under his control strangle a working woman in her twenties? I wouldn't be surprised if he was strangled to death.

The forensic report said that the gaps between the ten fingers of the deceased were filled with flesh and skin tissue, which showed that the deceased was struggling hard and scratched the murderer.

According to common sense, these scratches from struggling will appear on five parts: the back of the hands, arms, both sides of the waist, and the face and neck.

Because the murderer must be facing the deceased at this time,

But I checked the injuries on Yang Huailin's body and found only those from belts, sticks and pliers, no scratches at all. These were enough to prove that Yang Huailin was not the murderer.

But the materials submitted by the Criminal Investigation Team did not contain any of these. Are these difficult? Do they not understand? These are the basic qualities that a police officer should possess.

They feel so at ease with wrongly accusing an innocent person. I don’t understand who gave them such courage?

If there are any doubts, we must investigate them, without any injustice or leniency. If we can't even do this, how can we be good public security officers?

If I hadn't gone to the detention center today because of Jiang Jinsong, Yang Huailin would have been kneeling here and shot in a little while.

Then his injustice would be forgotten. Maybe after several years, the real murderer would be caught and confess the murder, but what would happen then?

The investigators were rewarded with awards and promotions for their meritorious service, and when they discovered they had wronged someone, they wept bitterly and expressed their regrets. However, the person was already dead, and these belated confessions were meaningless…”

Dabao paused. What he was talking about was the result of this case in his previous life. In the end, Yang Huailin died unjustly and the government compensated his family with 2,000 yuan.

However, the instigator Meng Fugui and others wrote a perfunctory self-criticism and received only a disciplinary punishment. No one was held responsible for the case, and a life was only worth two thousand yuan...

Mo Qiyuan was speechless. When he first heard about this, his first thought was to blame Dabao for looking for trouble, and he didn't even think about the value of a human life.

Dabao continued, "You said I should think about how to give an explanation to the bureau? Why should I give an explanation to the bureau? I am performing the most basic duties of a public security officer. Who do I need to explain to?

On the contrary, you leaders, have you ever thought about this? If an innocent person is executed by your pens, how will you explain to the family of the wrongfully deceased person?

Yes, you can shirk responsibility, saying that you were deceived by your subordinates and didn't understand the situation, so you don't need to explain to them. But can you explain to yourselves? Can you explain to the people?

You sacrificed your lives for our new country, risking your lives, and now you're being treated with indifference."

Dabao's words were so powerful that Mo Qiyuan's face was filled with shame.

Also feeling ashamed were Cheng Jianhua, the vice president of the Beijing Court, Yu Zhenghe, the chief prosecutor of the procuratorate, and Lu Jianbang, who were not far away.

Today's public trial and sentencing meeting was jointly held by the Public Security Bureau, the Procuratorate, and the Court, so the leaders of the three departments, including several city leaders from the political and legal departments, were all present.

But the current procuratorate exists in name only.

In 49, when the new country was established, the Procuratorate was established as a supervisory agency. It was not until 54 that it was changed to a court. At that time, it had the greatest power among the three branches of public security, procuratorial and judicial organs.

However, in 57, someone proposed the idea of ​​legal nihilism, which made the procuratorate stand aside. In 66, the procuratorate was abolished and was not officially restored until 78.

The three leaders had come to inspect the execution ground, but when they heard what Dabao said, their faces felt like they had been slapped...