I make a living solving crimes.

Jiang Hongxia often teases Chang Wei that he has a dog nose.

The source of the incident was that he once smelled the scent of incense on two believers while walking on the road, which led to a major case.

No one knows, that was just Chang Wei's excuse.

But he does have a dog nose now.

Today he really smelled the scent of incense at the head of the bed.

“Is there anyone in your dormitory who believes in religion?”

Before the Four Olds Movement, there were still many people who worshipped gods and Buddhas, especially traditional industries such as folk art, which had some special rules.

The girl shook her head without hesitation and said affirmatively: "No, our school has a rule when we recruit students."

Chang Wei then asked, "Has anyone in your dormitory been sick recently and is taking Chinese medicine?"

The girl thought about it and shook her head again: "Probably not. If there was, they wouldn't drink it in the dormitory. The smell is so strong, who can stand it?"

"I'm not talking about taking medicine, I'm talking about whether anyone has bought medicine after getting sick, Chinese medicine."

The girl was unsure, so she ran back to ask again before she came out and said, "No."

Chang Wei understood, winked, and walked a few steps away with Zhu Feihong, "Aunt Zhu, I smell incense."

Zhu Feihong had no doubt about Chang Wei's words and frowned as he thought.

Chang Wei continued, "It's been 24 hours since the crime happened, and I can still smell it. This shows that this person didn't burn incense and worship Buddha occasionally. He must have stayed in an incense environment for a long time, and this environment is relatively closed."

Even monks or Taoists would not always sit near incense unless they were doing morning or evening classes. Moreover, as the hall is spacious and well-ventilated, the smell of incense would not easily stay in the human body for a long time.

Zhu Feihong asked: "Do you suspect it's the group from the previous case?"

Chang Wei shook his head. "It shouldn't be. I also smell a lot of Chinese herbal medicine. It's not boiled medicine, but raw medicine. You know, my grandfather is a Chinese medicine doctor."

Zhu Feihong nodded and looked at Chang Wei puzzledly: "What do you want to say?"

Chang Wei pursed his lips, looked around and whispered: "I suspect this person may be refining an elixir."

"Alchemy?" Zhu Feihong was surprised by Chang Wei's wild idea. "What does this have to do with alchemy?"

"I've only seen it in ancient books, so I'm not sure whether it's true or not, but I do have some ideas about the case."

In fact, there is a crappy ancient book. Chang Wei suddenly came up with this inspiration at this moment, which came from his hobby in his previous life.

Because he was running a shop, he had relatively little free time, so he passed the time by reading books. He was particularly interested in history and literature.

When he learned that Emperor Shizong of the Ming Dynasty was almost strangled to death, he went online to find out more.

It's really perverted.

Just now, an idea suddenly popped up in his mind: Could this person also be preparing to practice Taoism like Zhu Houcong?

Is it true that the spiritual energy is about to revive?

In addition to a flash of inspiration, the reason why he was able to stick to his idea was that he smelled frankincense in these herbs.

This frankincense is not the frankincense you think it is.

It is a herbal medicine, named after its shape.

This medicinal ingredient is rarely used in China because its main production areas are Somalia and Ethiopia. Although it has the effect of promoting blood circulation and relieving pain, there are many alternative medicinal ingredients in China, so it is basically not included in the prescription.

There are only a few traditional Chinese medicine practitioners like Grandpa Chang's, which have been passed down from generation to generation, in his family, and they have not been used in many years.

The main raw materials of Emperor Jiajing's red lead pills are red lead, milk powder, cinnabar, frankincense and autumn stone.

Red lead...well, it's a cinnabar-like substance made from blood.

This blood is the blood you think it is.

When the three returned to the police station, Sanbao received a strange task.

Go to the pharmacy and check who purchased frankincense in the last year.

Sanbao went to borrow some manpower from the Public Security Police, and rode out in a hurry. Chang Wei walked back to his seat and sat down, feeling helpless.

He firmly believed that this must be the system's fault.

Otherwise, how could such a case occur?

Of course, it remains to be seen whether his far-fetched judgment is accurate.

But even if the result is wrong, the case itself is enough to disgust people.

There were footsteps, and Yang Wenhai walked to the door in a hurry, waved his hand and said, "Chang Wei, is there another big case?"

"It's a small case, but it has a big impact." Chang Wei smiled bitterly and explained the case.

Yang Wenhai looked strange, and after a long pause he asked, "How did you come up with that?"

"I don't know. I just had this idea all of a sudden."

"Your criminal investigation thinking..." Yang Wenhai pondered for a long time but couldn't find a suitable word. In the end, he could only say: "Your thinking is indeed unique. No wonder you can solve so many cases."

Chang Wei complained in his heart, what you mean is that you think I'm crazy.

The previous cases have nothing to do with my thinking. In the case of the glass factory, I had to use some tricks to alert the enemy, but I just handled the previous cases smoothly, okay?

"Do you think this case will end up being a big one? Will it be another big case?"

Chang Wei felt that Yang Wenhai was a little crazy. He glanced at him and said, "Uncle Yang, are you a little anxious?"

Yang Wenhai was stunned for a moment, and looked at Chang Wei for a while before he was sure that he was not cursing.

Sighing, Yang Wenhai whispered, "There's nothing I can do. Uncle Yang wants to make progress too much."

Chang Wei was speechless.

Is this something you can say?

As a deputy section chief, you are still far from being a department director.

However, he also knew that his master Zhang Youde would be transferred soon, and it would be best if Yang Wenhai could take over. In the future, he would be able to continue to live freely in the police station.

For example, in today's case, he can sit back and relax while Sanbao does field work and the veteran policeman helps him check files and organize information. Even the team leader Xiao Qiang can be ordered around.

It wouldn't be so comfortable if a different leader came.

Just as he was thinking, Zhang Youde also walked in. Seeing Yang Wenhai was also there, he smiled and said, "You are getting more and more arrogant now. The director and deputy director have to come to your house in person."

Chang Wei glanced at the thick stack of papers in his hand and brushed his hair off his forehead, "Master, I have to mention you when I ask someone to do something for me."

Zhang Youde was not willing to indulge him. He walked over and patted him on the back of his head, then threw down the stack of letter papers in his hand. "Director Chen and I have polished the four points you mentioned. Please take a look at them."

"It's terrible to be uneducated, Master. The person who finalizes the draft is called a polisher." Chang Wei muttered softly, flipping through the letter in his hand, "It's too long. I can't read it."

"Stop talking nonsense. Director Chen is still waiting. Just read it today and revise it. Give it to me tomorrow morning."

"Oh."

"Also, Lao Chen called and told me that the second-class merit for the moat murder case was rejected, and you were awarded the third-class merit. The approval will be coming soon, and it should be approved before the commendation meeting next Monday."

Chang Wei had no expectations, just a third-class merit...

Hey, when did I become so carefree?

"The old commander personally inquired about the case of the martyrs being killed. You received a first-class merit, and those three little guys all received a third-class merit. We also received a collective second-class merit."

First-class merit? Yes, first-class merit is fine.

Chang Wei nodded in satisfaction, raised his head and asked, "Master, how many first-class merits do you have?"

"Get out." Zhang Youde stood up and walked out of the office cursing.

Chang Wei sneered. Who the hell is going to get out?

By noon the next day, a list was placed in front of Chang Wei.

PS: Add 1 more chapter, try to read it in the evening.