I make a living solving crimes.

September 6th, cloudy.

11:00 a.m., Weijia Hutong public toilet.

Chang Wei came out, strode to a deserted place and took a deep breath.

After his sense of smell was enhanced, he was not given an on/off switch, so he had to hold his breath every time he went to the toilet, otherwise he would die of the stench in the dry toilet.

Looking up, he saw Wu Jimao and Jiang Hongxia talking side by side and had caught up, and he felt relieved.

Surveillance has existed since ancient times.

Xie Sanfu had worked in the Special Operations Department before liberation and had nearly ten years of experience in tracking and counter-tracking.

These experiences were gained at the cost of lives.

The slightest negligence may result in the loss of a group, a line, or even several or dozens of lives. We cannot be careless in the slightest.

Reality is more cruel than TV dramas.

In an era when transportation basically relied on walking and communication basically relied on shouting, if something happened to you, you would not have enough time to notify your superiors and subordinates.

According to Xie Sanfuli's experience, if someone appears in the enemy's sight once, he will not be able to meet the enemy again within two days.

Don't disguise yourself casually, staying natural is the best protective color.

All connections must be planned in advance, and tracking can be abandoned if necessary. In the event of an emergency, the first thing to do is not to contact and discuss, but to disperse and retreat immediately.

The enemy will be more dangerous than you think.

Chang Wei's target would certainly not be so careful, he was just a despicable thief, but Chang Wei was willing to learn more from Xie Sanfu and practice at the same time.

And now the situation has reversed and they are taking the initiative!

Before this, Chang Wei had followed Gu Daohe for ten minutes, turned a corner, and retreated as requested by Xie Sanfu.

Further away, Xiao Qiang was walking less than five meters behind Gu Daohe, with a newspaper tucked under his waist and a briefcase in his hand.

Gu Daohe turned left into an alley.

Xiao Qiang didn't stop and continued to move forward.

He had followed Chang Wei after he entered the toilet, but after taking a detour he could no longer follow him.

Twenty meters later, Jiang Hongxia cursed angrily and ran a few steps first. Wu Jimao hurriedly chased after her to coax her. When he reached Gu Daohe, he just caught up with her. After saying a few soft words, the two of them continued to move forward while talking and laughing.

A hundred meters away, Li Laifu scratched his head and said, "Wu Jimao looks weird today."

"I saw it too." Chang Wei sneered and said calmly, "He looks like a dog!"

Gu Daohe glanced at Wu Jimao with disdain and didn't care.

After walking for a while in the alley, Gu Daohe entered the yard where he lived. Jiang Hongxia and Wu Jimao continued to move forward, making a big circle and returning to the other corner of the alley.

"Chang Wei, why haven't you arrested him yet?" Wu Jimao expressed his confusion. He stuck half of his head out and stared at the other party's yard door. "As long as you catch him and use that acupoint-pressing skill of yours, he will definitely confess in half an hour."

Chang Wei leaned against the wall and asked, "What is the crime for arresting him?"

Wu Jimao was confused. Wasn't this something he had known for a long time?

He wondered, "Theft? Didn't he steal the menstrual belt?"

Chang Wei sneered, "Even if there are hundreds of counts of stealing a menstrual tape, the most you can get is reeducation through labor."

"what do you mean?"

"What if he has other cases?"

Sanbao was shocked and laughed suddenly. Jiang Hongxia asked quickly, "What case is he involved in?"

Who is interested in a small theft case?

If it hadn't caused panic among the people in the art school and even the school's Youth League Committee came to report the case, this case would have been handed directly to the Public Security Office and there would have been no need for their Criminal Investigation Team to take action.

But now Chang Wei said that he had other cases.

This was said by Chang Wei.

He is poisonous.

Chang Wei rolled his eyes faintly.

Are you all stunned?

Not to mention Sanbao, even the three old comrades who had just surrounded him became interested. Xie Sanfu frowned: "This guy doesn't have much sensitivity. He doesn't even have the most basic anti-reconnaissance methods. He probably hasn't received any spy training."

Xiao Qiang rubbed his chin and thought, "Could it be rape or murder? If he can steal a menstrual belt, he should be able to do something like rape."

Zhu Feihong shook her head. "If that was the case, Chang Wei wouldn't have let us follow him. He would have just taken him back for questioning."

Chang Wei gave Aunt Zhu an admiring look and turned his attention to Sanbao, "Tell me, what does he need to make the elixir?"

Li Laifu opened the small notebook and said seriously: "Red lead, milk powder, cinnabar, frankincense, autumn stone, and mercury."

Chang Wei nodded. Li Lai Fu was a calm person. Although his brain was a little slow to react, he was always the most serious and would record every detail of the case.

"Besides these raw materials, what else does he need to prepare?"

Li Laifu thought for a while and said with a wry smile: "Chang Wei, I have little education and I really don't know how to make an elixir."

This time Chang Wei did not show contempt.

Unexpectedly, in addition to limited thinking, knowledge is also a big problem.

In his previous life, Chang Wei’s father, who was in his seventies, once lamented while holding a smartphone, “We could not learn the knowledge and information we receive in a day in that day in our time in a year.”

When the case was written, people had already mentioned Jiajing and the palace maids when they first suspected the alchemy.

Nowadays, even those who study history may not know such details. Those who can explain the whole story are at least experts in Ming history.

If you don't have a certain website or a certain song, you have to read word by word in the vast ocean of literature, and read those obscure texts to make a little discovery.

What's more, the books and documents you have are limited.

Why was "Things about the Ming Dynasty" criticized when it first came out?

The writing style is not the problem; the problem is that it is affecting other people's livelihoods.

How can a young boy like you write so easily about something I have been studying for decades?

Everyone was silent, but Little Bourgeois suddenly jumped out: "Chang Wei, are you talking about the alchemy furnace?"

Such a simple answer actually gave Chang Wei a surprise, "How did you come up with that?"

Jiang Hongxia turned her head proudly, her ponytail swept across her shoulders, and the ends of her hair fluttered, "I have read Journey to the West."

Okay, the inspiration was given by Taishang Laojun, what dare Chang Wei say?

"Chang Wei, do you mean that he might have stolen iron to build an alchemy furnace?" Wu Jimao suddenly realized.

Chang Wei wanted to kick him.

Stealing iron, I think you are stubborn.

Would a person who is obsessed with seeking immortality use an iron stove he made himself?

Do you really think they are all Song Shuhang?

Using an induction cooker to make elixirs?

"Since he wants to make elixirs for immortality, he must have an alchemy furnace. And it must be an ancient artifact from a long time ago to suit his taste. I want to know where his alchemy furnace came from."

When Chang Wei saw Gu Daohe for the first time, he was sure that he was the suspect.

The screen was filled with rows and rows of criminal records, almost blinding Chang Wei's eyes.

What interested him most was that he had a part-time job: a dealer in antiques and cultural relics.

Buy it from the tomb-raiding captain and then resell it.

There has been a lot of buying and selling in the past three months.

This guy's superiors are two groups of tomb robbers, and his subordinates...

In an era when people were hungry, the peasant officials did not have such magnanimity, and the capitalists were hiding at home trembling in fear. Who would be purchasing the cultural relics?

Chang Wei really wanted to figure it out.

Maybe they have a way to transport national treasures overseas.

Maybe......

The years have passed through thousands and thousands of years, and the courtyard houses occupy half of them.

The system space is full of fantasy, and the pigeons are wandering around the city.

There are gold, silver and jewelry in every house, and cultural relics and antiques are everywhere.

If you get promoted casually, you will be in trouble if you dare to do it wrong.

If there is another time traveler, Chang Wei must find him out.