The weather turned cold just like that, and in the blink of an eye it was New Year's Day again.
Holidays are the busiest time for the police. Han Yu had been on duty at the bureau all night, and early in the morning, as planned, he took Yangtze Police 111 out to patrol the river anchorage.
Every year during the low-water season at the end of the year, because the inland river water level is not high, navigation is affected to some extent, and "ship jams" occur outside several locks along the Yanjiang area. With so many ships anchoring side by side, the air dry and everything parched, it's very easy for fires to break out.
They were patrolling on the river with the loudspeaker blaring the pre-recorded morning safety messages when a call came through on the radio from Chief of Staff Li Jun of the border inspection station.
"Director Han, Director Han, are you on 111?"
"Yeah, where are you?"
"I'm at the ocean-going ship anchorage. I just saw you swing past on my side."
