Blood Handprint

Blood Handprint

Before this series of strange events, Wenshan never felt that he was any different from others. He believed that what happened to others could happen to him, and vice versa. However, after that night, Wenshan changed his mind.

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Wenshan is an ordinary police officer at a local police station, so ordinary that no one would think he is a policeman when he is not wearing his uniform.

He worked at this police station for four years. During those four years, the cases he handled were mostly fights and thefts, with occasional raids on prostitution rings. The only thing he was happy about was personally catching a drug dealer. It was actually just an accident. When checking his documents, he noticed a man looking flustered. His professional instincts told him to lock him up in the police car and take him back first, no matter what. Unexpectedly, they found 30 grams of methamphetamine. This led to a major cross-provincial drug trafficking case, thanks to the city's criminal investigation department. I heard that several investigators were promoted for their contributions. In any case, all he got in Wenshan was a bonus of 1,800 yuan and an infinite longing for criminal investigation work. The prize money was later exchanged for a leather jacket, which ended up at the bottom of his wife Wang Yu's wardrobe. There was never any weather suitable for leather jackets in this area, and he felt awkward about it for a long time. Later, Wang Yu explained that she lost her parents at a young age and had always envied her classmates who wore leather jackets. For a long time, the desire to own a leather jacket overshadowed all other dreams; whether she wore it or not, she was determined to have one in her lifetime. Since it fulfilled one of his wife's dreams, Wenshan felt that the prize money had been well spent.

The city of Wenshan is located on the lower part of the hen's belly on the map of China, far from where the eggs are laid. However, after 1979, several golden eggs did indeed hatch on the hen's belly.

That day seemed unusual from the very beginning. When Wenshan opened his sleepy eyes, a light rain was falling outside the window. In the cool yet warm weather of late spring, the only pleasant thing was to stay in bed and let your mind wander. Wenshan was no exception. He suppressed his slightly urgent bladder, lit a cigarette, leaned against the headboard, and listened to his wife complaining that the rainy season had caused her leather jacket to develop mold spots before she had even worn it.

Back at the police station, Wenshan had barely taken a sip of water when a group of people rushed in. Several of them looked as if they had just crawled out of a pond; their light gray urban management uniforms, stained with red and yellow mud, resembled camouflage. They were escorting a vegetable farmer, an elderly man in his fifties, whose deeply wrinkled face was a formidable barrier that even the young men beside him couldn't overcome. After a flurry of chatter, Wenshan understood that the old man had been illegally occupying space for his stall and had resisted the urban management officers' enforcement. When the officers lawfully confiscated his tools, he violently resisted, managing to throw three or four young men to the ground several times. Wenshan glanced at the men in their camouflage uniforms, suppressing a near-laugh, and solemnly completed the written statement. Later, after the urban management officers left, he made a cup of tea for the old man, and the two chatted. It turned out the old man had been a reconnaissance soldier in the People's Liberation Army and had fought in the Korean War. Wenshan listened with great interest to his wartime anecdotes throughout the morning, treated the old man to a boxed lunch at noon, and then saw him off.

There were still cases in the afternoon, still fight cases. Because there was an injured person in the hospital, he had to go with the family who reported the incident to the hospital to investigate. Fortunately, the rain had stopped, and the sticky feeling on the road resembled the smiles of girls outside roadside hair salons. At the hospital, after taking statements, Wenshan found a doctor to inquire about the injured person's injuries. At this moment, a nurse rushed into the duty room and loudly made a phone call. The call was probably to a major hospital in the city, saying that a patient with a fall had arrived at the emergency room, and they didn't have enough type B plasma for the surgery, requiring urgent assistance. Upon hearing this, Wenshan said without hesitation, "Draw mine first. I'm type O blood; saving lives is the priority." The nurse, her big eyes blinking behind her mask, said, "Two to three thousand cc." Wenshan was stunned for a moment. So much? Sigh, the words were already out, and going back on his word seemed a bit unbecoming of his police uniform. So, he gritted his teeth and said, "Saving lives is the priority, just draw... 2500 cc then." Wenshan gave a compromise number.

After having his blood drawn, Wenshan felt dizzy and lightheaded. He drank the milk the nurse bought for him, but his eyelids were too heavy to stay open, so he fell asleep on a cot in the hospital's on-call room. Wenshan slept very soundly, perhaps the best and deepest sleep he had ever had. During this time, he felt as if he were dreaming, yet it wasn't quite a dream. He felt himself walking, surrounded by nothing, his body feeling very light. He just kept walking, and even though there was nothing in front of him, he didn't care. He just kept walking, as if he had never experienced anything, had nothing to think about, felt no fatigue, and was undisturbed. He walked and walked until he finally reached the end of his sleep, then slowly woke up.

Instinctively, he knew it was already night. The duty room was lit, quiet, and deserted; it was just as still outside. Wenshan rubbed his eyes, looked around, and didn't want to get up immediately. He seemed to enjoy the rare quiet atmosphere. A person who has just woken up is a little groggy, so he put his hands behind his head, stared fixedly at the ceiling, and tried not to think about anything, drifting into a hazy, dreamlike state.

Just then, there seemed to be a faint sou

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