What happened to the sacrifice of Wuxi police in a car accident during the pursuit?

On March 19, Wang Feng, a policeman from the Criminal Police Brigade of Beitang Branch of Wuxi Public Security Bureau, went to Dingxing County, Baoding, Hebei Province to hunt down fugitives. At about 22: 40 that night, Wang Feng was knocked down by a truck on National Highway 107. In the early morning of March 20th, Wang Feng died in the line of duty at the age of 36 after being rescued from severe craniocerebral injury. Young life, fell on the road of chasing fugitives, this is the eighth day of his business trip to perform this task.

The following is a mourning article written by Wang Feng's colleagues on their way to Dingxing County, Baoding, Hebei Province overnight after receiving the news of Wang Feng's sacrifice.

Brother, let's go home tonight!

I worked overtime this Spring Festival. I am in the same class as you. During the break, I smoked and chatted in the shelter. As usual, you blow me all kinds of anecdotes about going out to handle cases. Speaking of having fun, I sometimes sigh and sometimes laugh: Yes! Absolutely! I have to do this. Lang Lang's laughter still lingers in my ears. After the Spring Festival, we met several times because of some work. You always say that when you finish, if you have anything, call me.

I don't see you often. You told me that at least one hundred days a year, men should run outside more when they are young. I think so, envy and blessing. However, the bad news two months later shattered my few but profound memories of you.

I know, I can't call because of something. ...

The vernal equinox in March is still chilly, and the smog hangs over the land of Zhao Yan, and it also hangs over the hearts of me and my companions. It is a kind of unspeakable heartbreaking pain. The more the high-speed train enters your small county, the more you tremble and suffer. I can't imagine that you, who are tall, simple, honest, bright and loyal, will never wake up and never hear you shout: That's a must!

This is just one of the countless towns where you travel on business. Without this change, you will travel in more small towns in the future. National Highway 107 passes through this small county, and it also passes through your body in the middle of March. I curse the truck that caused the accident, curse the dark road conditions, and curse the turtle grandson who has not been brought to justice for a long time. Without these, can I still hear your laughter in the corridor?

Vernal equinox is a solar term, but we have embraced the whole winter.

You and your wife's parents are old, they are howling, hanging their heads feebly, tears streaming down their faces, and they are numb and silent. Your wife is petite and weak. She has been wearing one of your police uniforms since she set foot on the train going north. In five hours in this county and fifteen hours at home, she never took it off.

The clothes were loose and messy, and she said: It smelled of him ... In the reception room of the hospital, she said clearly and with bright eyes: I want to see him, and I said it again and again ... On the way home, she repeatedly refused our request not to let her ride with him, and she said: I want to accompany him home. ...

Brother, you married a good wife, how can you leave? You don't even have time to have a baby.

You said that you often wake up from chasing dreams in the dead of night, but wake up in the bed in the duty room; You said that you know that criminal police are suffering, but the pursuit of criminal police is to enjoy life in the process of solving crimes.

The night is as cold as water, the road is chilly, cold to the bones, cold to the spinal cord and cold to the blood. I think you are afraid that you will never answer my calls again.

Human suffering, white to black; It hurts the most in the world. Brother, we'll take you home tonight …