I make a living solving crimes.

After being inexplicably pumped up, Chang Wei no longer had the heart to go fishing in Kunming Lake, and he drove home at a passionate 40 mph pace.

The egg yolk almost fell apart.

In the small courtyard behind the house, Chang Long raised her hands with a bitter look on her face, with circles of wool wrapped around her arms. At the other end of the wool, Yang Min was taking apart Chang Wei's woolen trousers.

Seeing Chang Wei coming back, the little girl was excited and was immediately hit by Yang Min.

"Tighten up, the lines are all messed up." After saying that, Yang Min used her foot to pull Chang Long, staring at him and said, "You are not good at anything, but eating is the best."

Chang Long was about to cry, and she managed to raise her arms higher to hold the wool tight.

Chang Wei wouldn't pay any attention to this.

He also suffered greatly from it as a child.

It’s not enough to stretch the thread. After washing it with water, you have to put it in the kettle to steam it. After steaming and drying, you still have to continue stretching it with your arms so that I can wind it into a ball.

In the past, in order to not have to lift his arms, he always rushed to do the job of removing stitches. He would find a bench, turn it upside down, wrap the stitches around the legs of the bench, and remove and rewrap the stitches himself.

"Give me two more servings of green onions so I can fry the crucian carp into pancakes. Don't let the salt melt, or you can use it to make tofu pudding..."

While humming an incomprehensible ballad, Chang Wei picked out a crucian carp weighing several kilograms from the pond, killed it, cut it into pieces, smeared salt on it, and attached ginger slices and scallion segments to it. After he had unpacked his woolen trousers, he took a large brown paper bag and brought it into the house.

"Mom, this is fine wool. You can knit a sweater and trousers for Xiao Man first. I still have some. Bring it back in a couple of days."

Yang Min reached out and took out the bright red wool wrapped in kraft paper and squeezed it, and asked in surprise: "Where did you get such good wool?"

"A friend gave it to me." Chang Wei said casually, "Don't wear the coat, wear it inside."

Yang Min pulled the string in her hand apart and looked at it again, then nodded and said, "Okay, be careful and don't take other people's things without permission."

"I know, I know." Chang Wei said perfunctorily.

The system is not someone else.

It's not even a human being.

After dinner, Li Laifu came to learn how to drive. Chang Wei was shocked when he heard the news, "Are you really not afraid?"

"Jiang Hongxia is looking for the director." Li Laifu whispered, "I heard that there are only 20 vacancies in the entire branch."

"Execution by firing squad. Have you ever killed anyone?"

"No, so Jiang Hongxia said she wanted to practice."

Using death row prisoners for training? Is Jiang Hongxia crazy?

Chang Wei was too tired to complain.

You may say she was wrong, she was doing it for work.

Mobilizing young public security soldiers to carry out executions is indeed an extremely rare training opportunity, and this spot has to be grabbed.

"When?"

"Tomorrow, we will hold a public trial first, and then proceed to the city to execute him."

"Are you afraid?"

"...Chang Wei, I want to exercise."

"...Okay, I'll go with you tomorrow. Now that you're ready, don't blink when you shoot."

Chang Wei did not have this kind of fear. He had seen many dead people when he was a child, and the Giant Pavilion by the moat only made him smell bad.

After killing Wang Wenlong, he didn't have any stress reaction and was able to eat and sleep.

On the first day of learning to drive, Chang Wei didn't even start the car. He just taught Li Lai Fu how to release and engage the accelerator and how to shift gears.

At this time, the gearbox clearance is small, which makes shifting gears difficult and easy to shift incorrectly.

The next day, the sun shines brightly.

The public trial was held in the open space of the Workers' Stadium.

The design started in April this year, and the site leveling has been completed. It will be fully completed in August or September next year.

At this time, the scene was packed with tens of thousands of people, and even the surrounding low walls and trees were filled with people.

Chang Wei could only park the car far away. When he walked into the scene, he saw a sea of ​​heads in front of him. Men, women, young and old were all standing on tiptoe with their heads stretched out. Even the children were not afraid and rode on their father's neck with full of anticipation.

It was useless for him to wear a police uniform, as he couldn't squeeze in at all. He had to go around in a long circle before he could enter the venue from the martial law road.

"Uncle Guo." Chang Wei just happened to see Guo Gang who came to help on duty and called out from afar.

Guo Gang walked over quickly and led him in. "Why are you here? Are you healed?"

The wound scabbed over that day. Chang Wei nodded and said with a smile, "It's nothing, I'm fine."

"Are we going to remove the stitches?"

"Well, we'll take it down tomorrow."

In fact, it had been removed a long time ago. On the third day after being injured, he asked the old man to help pull off the stitches. However, he still had gauze on his body and a new one was ready in the package for replacement.

There are levels of trust in the police station. Old Wang and the old man are obviously in the first tier, as that is his biological grandfather.

He could obviously give the fruit to the two old men more secretly, so why was he so ostentatious?

When doing favors for others, make sure they are done openly!

After chatting for a while, a shout suddenly broke out from the crowd, "Here we come!"

Traffic police wearing white protective sleeves directed the crowd to retreat, and the flow of people on the road under martial law was like a tide, advancing and retreating.

Two sidecars led the way, and five clumsy open trucks followed slowly behind, advancing slowly in the sight of tens of thousands of people.

In each car were four death row prisoners tied up with large signs around their necks, making it difficult for them to raise their heads. On the sign were written their names and crimes, with a big cross drawn on it in red.

Chang Wei saw Li Laifu and Wu Jimao. They had serious expressions and stood straight. They were escorting an enemy spy in the second car. Jiang Hongxia and another female police officer were also escorting a female prisoner. The crime written on the sign was actually opium trafficking.

People like this shouldn't be shot.

She should be allowed to suck continuously until she dies!

Chang Wei hates this kind of people the most.

He and drugs and gambling are sworn enemies!

When the truck drove up to the stage, the death row prisoner, whose face was as pale as death, had weak limbs and was trembling all over as he was carried onto the stage by two policemen.

Although it was called a public trial, there was actually no trial, not even a public prosecution or defense. The verdict was simply read out on the spot.

A comrade from the Judicial Section of the Public Security Bureau came up to the stage, holding a tin loudspeaker in his hand, and brought out each person's crime to read out.

First, there were faint whispers among the crowd, followed by communication, discussion, and finally noise.

At the moment the verdict was read out, the whole audience suddenly burst into cheers, resounding through the sky and the earth, like a torrent sweeping away all the evil spirits.

Chang Wei also saw Su Can.

He no longer had the glory he had before being arrested. He was wearing an extremely ordinary cloth jacket, his hair was messy like weeds, and his face turned pale the moment he looked up at the audience.

His crime was just two words: enemy spy.

There is a fixed procedure for public trials.

The verdict was announced, the suspect was paraded through the streets, and finally executed by firing squad.

This has been repeated since the founding of the People's Republic of China until the 1990s.

Beheading in the autumn is a tradition that has been going on for thousands of years. As the National Day is approaching, a group of people are killed to serve as a deterrent.

Chang Wei was not very interested in the public trial, as he had seen both lives. However, the crowd watching was still very interested, discussing, cursing and cheering enthusiastically.

"Uncle Guo, where are we going to execute this later?"

"In Liulitun."

"It was the same last year, wasn't it?"

"Well, there's an open space there, and it's convenient to separate the crowd."

Yes, the public trial has not yet ended, and most of the onlookers have already started walking eastward.

Go watch a murder.