Section Three Hundred and Twenty Household Registration Police
I wonder if I can get off work on time today? The work of the interrogation office has been very heavy recently. The interrogation room in the basement is used almost every moment. She has been seconded several times this month, and another case was solved yesterday...
...However, she had already worked an all-night shift last night, and she should not be asked to work overtime again today - since a naturalized civilian police officer suddenly died suddenly after working for three days and three nights in a row, continuous overtime work of more than 48 hours has been banned.
Li Yongxun walked to the door of the cafeteria, where there was a self-service drink table. There were three thermos buckets on the table, which were coffee, black tea and "energy potion". She took out a glass from the plate covered with white gauze and poured a glass of it.
I drank a cup of "energy potion". It took effect very quickly. After drinking it, I immediately felt less sleepy and my mind was clear enough to cope with the whole day's work.
Putting the cup into the rattan collection basket, Li Yongxun went to the bathroom next to the cafeteria, wiped his face with water in his hand, and looked himself up and down in the mirror.
The girl in the mirror is wearing a black top, a black skirt, and a dome hat with black white floss: this look can no longer be associated with the girls who wore underskirts and bijia in the past. The Daming Dynasty of the past
There is no trace of the only daughter of Jinyiwei Xiaoqi's family. Only the pair of maids on her head still have some traces of the past. Every time Li Yongxun sees himself in the mirror, he feels like an unreal dream.
Who am I, where am I, what am I doing...
This kind of inexplicable question always flashed through her mind in an instant.
Although the past life was only two or three years ago, it seemed like it was a lifetime ago. Li Yongxun even felt that he had forgotten many things.
She pulled up her hat and licked the hair that had fallen off her temples - there was no way to comb her hair here, so she had to wait until she got off work.
Li Yongxun returned to the household registration office where he worked. The household registration office is a large and spacious office. It is not an exaggeration to say it is a hall. The room is densely packed with "Holy Ship 16-type data desks" mass-produced by Lingao Furniture Factory.
". This type of desk comes with special shelves and small drawers that can be used to insert receipts, forms and books. When work starts at seven o'clock, the fifty or sixty national police household registration officers in the department have already started their day's work behind these desks.
Due to the lack of police force, the Registration Office has recently been providing "mobile personnel" who have been seconded to other departments to work night shifts. Therefore, most people in the office appear to be suffering from insomnia, with blue complexions and dark circles under their eyes. Smoking is not allowed in the room.
So everyone, regardless of gender, had a cup of scalding strong tea on the table. In order to save time on making tea and pouring water, this place, like all the organs of the Senate, was in charge of a dedicated person. Every half hour, a female intern was assigned
The students push the small parking space for everyone to refill water, change tea leaves, and make coffee as you please. If you are hungry, dried sweet potatoes and candies are provided for free.
The household registration office is the department that employs the most female police officers in the national police. Two-thirds of the people are women. So when Li Yongxun walked in, no one paid attention except the deputy director sitting at the first desk who glanced at her.
arrive.
She quickly returned to her seat. The table had been cleared, and the unfinished work was neatly piled in the "to-do" box - she was dismayed to find that a lot of new documents had been added - God,
I want to be a "Pedestrian Secretary", not stay here as a swordsman and penman.
In comparison, being "seconded" is much more interesting. "Hey" Li Yongxun picked up a sharpened pencil and sighed. Ever since it fell into the hands of the Australians in Macau and was taken to Lingao,
For the first few months, she was kept under solitary confinement in that house - which she later learned was called a "study class."
After being interrogated once in the study class, no one came to see her for several months. They just asked her to keep writing her self-report. She wrote this self-report no less than twenty times. Every time she submitted it, it would be returned.
The criticisms were the same: "too simple".
"Then what do you want me to write?" She once complained to Ke Yun who came to deliver materials. "I am a little girl, and this is all I know..." she begged. "Please, please give me some understanding.
Come on, don’t be so hung up.”
"After all, you have lived in this world for fifteen years, and you have seen a lot of things. No matter how big or small it is, you can think of whatever comes to mind. It doesn't matter if you have a poor family. You can also write about how many dogs you have raised in your family. You were spanked by your parents when you were a child.
You can also write...as long as you remember things, you can do it." Ke Yun was not moved by her complaint at all, "When it is passed, the next step will be taken."
So she had no choice but to continue writing her self-report in the dark in the small room of the study class. For more than half a year, in order not to let the so-called "drying" here, Li Yongxun had to go through all the troubles to write her self-report. In the end, she simply had no words to talk about.
Digging out details.
Sometimes she felt that Kun Ze had no intention of reading her autobiography: she had raised several dogs when she was a child, there was a strongman named Chen Dayou in Jinyiwei in Nanjing, and she was a relative of such trivial things as Kun Ze was useless.
She would not be interested. They were just using it to kill themselves. But she was completely powerless to resist: it was really hard to put her life in the hands of others, waiting to be judged about life and death, and might even be worse than death. Li Yongxun knew very well that he fell into
The situation of female prisoners in the violent dictatorship is so miserable - compared to the Ming Dynasty, the thief was very polite to the female prisoners.
Although he has not been tortured or violated, even if the case is closed, his fate will be extremely worrying. According to the rules of the Ming Dynasty, even if he can escape death, his final fate will be nothing more than "handing over to the official media for sale", "
"Enter the Jiaofang Division". If the former has some room for change, whether it is to buy her as a wife or as a maid, as long as she can contact her sister and brother-in-law in Guangdong, she can use money to redeem her. If she falls into the hands of a thief, "
"Jiaofangsi"...Li Yongxun simply couldn't imagine it.
After being wasted like this for more than half a year, when Li Yongxun was almost tortured to the point of dementia, Ke Yun came to her cell - but this time, she did not have the self-report that was always returned in her hand.
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Li Yongxun immediately realized that the Australians must have made arrangements for her. He hurriedly stepped forward with a flattering expression, opened his big bright eyes and asked pitifully: "Sister, the self-report I wrote before is very good, can it be released?"
Shall I leave?"
But Ke Yun just said coldly: "Follow me."
Li Yongxun followed Ke Yun uneasily and returned to the long-lost foyer through the iron gates. She wanted to see her fate from Ke Yun's expression - but the other party remained expressionless.
The hall was empty, which made her feel a little reassured - if she was to be taken to execution or to be "sold off" or "sold into the Jiaofangsi" or something like that, there would definitely be a few strong women. Don't do that now.
There is no one, so that's probably not the case.
Ke Yun filled out a form and handed it to the lame guard. Then the last iron gate was opened in front of her eyes.
"I will take you to the resettlement center later. From today on, you are allowed to have some freedom, but you cannot leave Lingao."
"Thank you sister..." Li Yongxun breathed a sigh of relief. Not only was his life safe, but his body was also saved.
"I am Ke Yun, political security trainee associate coordinator of the Political Security Bureau. You can call me by my name. During this period, I will always be responsible for your supervision. I hope you will cooperate with my work." She said with a sneer and asked
This little girl knows that the consequences of not cooperating will be serious.
Li Yongxun immediately nodded and said: "I understand, I understand. I will definitely listen to my sister."
Although she was full of slander, she was also very envious: she had always been an upright and genuine royal guard, and became a "public servant", able to stand for the emperor with an embroidered spring knife, and "beat with heart" with a water and fire stick in hand.
Beat up the "criminal" with orders, or change his identity and sneak into the enemy camp to collect intelligence...
Although her imagination is wild, she knows in her heart that this is impossible - not to mention she is a girl who will never have a chance to take up a job, she is her father, uncle, uncle, grandfather, great-grandfather... Most of them are doing nothing.
I wasted my youth and never did the things I imagined.
The girl in front of her is not much older than herself, but she is a serious official. She is probably a small boss. Her demeanor alone is not ordinary...
Although the Australians only occupy a corner of Hainan, they still have a situation. Ke Yun is working for them, and he is also an official. No one believes him compared to him who is swindling with a stolen Jinyiwei brand.
Much stronger.
While she was feeling sorry for herself, she heard Ke Yun say coldly: "You'd better not have any plans to escape. Otherwise, it won't be writing a self-report."
"Yes, yes, yes." Li Yongxun nodded repeatedly.
"Don't use your brain to write letters or send oral messages." Ke Yun smiled, pointed to a tall building with scaffolding in the distance and said, "Do you know where that place is?"
"Please give me some advice from my sister..." Li Yongxun was extremely well-behaved.
"That's Ziming House, yes, it's the semicolon of the one in Guangzhou. It's under construction, and there's a shortage of lively and beautiful girls like you..."
Li Yongxun's expression changed: "Sister, I don't dare. I will definitely listen to my sister."
Ke Yun smiled. This time her smile was much more normal and no longer "meaningful". She took Li Yongxun into a carriage and took her to the resettlement center.
The resettlement center is just a hotel - but it is run by the Political Security Bureau, and all the people who are intended to be "monitored and used" live in it. Although these people are considered to be "usable", their histories have quite a problem, so they must Monitor for a period of evaluation until their rating can reach the level of "monitoring use". (To be continued, please search Piaotian Literature, the novel will be better and updated faster!