I make a living solving crimes.

noon.

When Chang Wei arrived, the execution site was under martial law, but the high ground on all four sides, which looked like a small valley, was still crowded with people.

We can't discriminate based on region, not only people in Beijing, but people all over the country love to join in the fun.

Fortunately, these people didn’t have steamed buns in their hands.

A space with a diameter of five to six hundred meters in the center of the site has been cordoned off. Comrades from the public security and courts are already in place. There are also a few doctors. At the edge of the site, several family members with sad faces are carrying coffins to collect the bodies.

After an execution, when a doctor confirms the death, the death row inmate's body can be collected by his family members or friends. If no one is there to take care of it, the organization will be responsible for handling the aftermath.

The truck took the prisoners around Dongcheng District. When it arrived at the scene, the crowd cheered and even shouted slogans spontaneously.

Twenty circles were drawn with white lime on the central open space. Public security police escorted the death row prisoners to kneel down in order, and comrades from the court and the branch's judicial department came forward to confirm their identities again.

The person in charge of directing the execution today is Wei Qianjun.

This was originally Wang Wenlong's job, but unfortunately he was removed from the job and he has already...

Chang Wei greeted Wei Qianjun, then slowly walked to Li Laifu and Wu Jimao, and took the rifle from his shoulder and played with it with interest.

It's actually type five or six.

This is a good thing, but it has not been fully equipped yet.

Li Laifu and Wu Jimao were nervous and dared not let go of the death row prisoner. According to the rules, Li Laifu would fire the first shot, and if the prisoner was not dead, Wu Jimao would shoot again.

The muzzle of the gun was pointed at the back and hit directly at the heart.

"Don't be nervous, just close your eyes and pull the trigger." Chang Wei hung the rifle back on Li Laifu and said slowly, lighting two cigarettes and putting them in their mouths, "It's okay if you can't kill them, you can still shoot again, the court will check it again."

The death row prisoner kneeling there was trembling all over and was almost unable to hold on.

Could you please talk further away?

Chang Wei didn't care. The death row prisoner named Peng Zuhui was just an enemy spy. He took a quick look and felt that the death sentence was not unjust at all.

In other words, among the twenty death row prisoners today, none of them are innocent.

After the death row prisoners were in place and confirmed, Wei Qianjun stood on a square table, holding a tin trumpet in his right hand and a red pennant in his left hand, and shouted into the trumpet at the top of his voice: "Listen! Get ready--"

The crowd of onlookers began to quiet down, there was no more noise around, and everyone opened their mouths, ready to shout out the word "good".

Li Laifu took a deep breath and put the muzzle of the gun against Peng Zuhui's back. Wu Jimao held the rope in his hand to prevent the death row prisoner from breaking free and escaping.

Almost at the same time when Wei Qianjun gave the order, Peng Zuhui suddenly shouted in a strange voice, "Please spare my life. I will report it. I want to make meritorious service. I want to report Shang Bao..."

Unfortunately, the scene was too chaotic, and his accent was weird, so Wei Qianjun ignored him and waved the triangular red flag downwards, "Release——"

As a burst of gunfire rang out, twenty death row prisoners fell to the ground at the same time.

There were cheers and thunderous applause from all sides.

Wei Qianjun stood on the stone and continued to issue orders: "Check the number of fatalities, and if any are not dead, shoot them again."

Chang Wei stood behind Peng Zuhui and shouted, "Report."

Wei Qianjun's heart trembled, and he hurried over and asked, "Chang Wei, what's wrong?"

Chang Wei pointed at Peng Zuhui who was lying on the ground and said, "This guy was trying to report me just now."

Wei Qianjun frowned and looked at Chang Wei with a reproachful look: The ball is already dead, and you are saying it now?

Chang Wei laughed and said, "I raised the muzzle of the gun so I missed him. I guess he was scared."

Wei Qianjun hurriedly bent over to check and found that the person was still breathing. He stood up, turned to look at Chang Wei and asked, "What does he want to report?"

"I didn't hear it clearly."

The people from the court came over in a hurry and just happened to hear the last part of the conversation. They looked at Chang Wei and angrily shouted, "You stopped the execution when the prisoner asked for mercy? If he asked for help, would you have robbed the execution ground?"

Chang Wei glanced at him, turned away and said nothing.

The court... this court is nothing.

Wei Qianjun looked very unhappy. He tapped the man's chest and said, "Be more polite when talking to Chang Wei."

The man was stunned for a moment, and looked at Chang Wei stupidly, then he heard Wei Qianjun continue in a cold tone: "He is Chang Wei, Chang Wei from our East City Branch."

Wei Qianjun used "yes" instead of "call".

One word difference, completely different meaning.

The man uttered "uh" and turned his neck stiffly. He found that the comrades from the judicial section of the branch were avoiding his gaze, and the other police officers were also looking up at the sky.

"I'm sorry, Director Wei." He backed down quickly.

Wei Qianjun nodded expressionlessly, looked at Li Laifu and asked, "Did you hear clearly? What does he want to report?"

Li Laifu was still confused. At the last moment, Chang Wei raised the muzzle of the gun and the death row prisoner did not die.

Just now he was still thinking about whether to go up and fire another shot.

"Director, we didn't hear it clearly. It seems that he doesn't speak with a Beijing accent." Wu Jimao hurriedly helped Li Laifu to make amends.

Chang Wei then turned around and said softly, "The last thing he said should be something from Suzhou and Wuxi."

In his previous life, he was from Yangzhou. Unfortunately, the dialect in that place changed every 15 minutes, so he could only understand the general idea.

"Will he scream for his life?"

This matter is of great importance, and Wei Qianjun did not dare to make a decision rashly.

A similar incident happened when the police station was executing someone by firing squad the year before last. The prisoner on death row wanted to make a report on the spot, but after being taken back for investigation, it was discovered that he was talking nonsense, so he was executed again on his own.

The guy was quite happy, "Finally I lived eight more days!"

This is also the reason why the people in the court were excited when they saw Chang Wei terminate the execution.

If this happens again, Dongcheng will become a laughing stock.

Chang Wei shook his head. "He said he would report Shang Bao, but then he fainted from shock when he heard the gunshot."

With a specific name, it’s hard to say it’s nonsense.

A doctor was called to the scene by the police. After treatment, Peng Zuhui finally woke up, but his eyes were staring wide open and he neither spoke nor moved, like a fool.

"What's going on with him?" Wei Qianjun asked hurriedly.

The doctor checked again, thought for a while and said, "The stimulation was too great, and he was severely frightened."

How could it not be serious?

The bullet flew past his ear.

Wei Qianjun understood, isn't this what the common people call "losing the soul"?

He pressed, "Is there a cure? We still have to interrogate them."

The doctor replied calmly, "It's not a big deal. Go back to the hospital for an injection of sedatives and rest for a few days. You will be fine."

"Okay, then take this person back to the hospital for treatment, and we'll send someone to guard him." Wei Qianjun made a plan and turned to look at Chang Wei, "When he wakes up, you have to find a way to solve the case."

"I'm on vacation." Chang Wei muttered unhappily, took the Type 5-6 in Li Lai Fu's hand and gestured at the sky.

Wei Qianjun was so angry that he laughed.

"If there's a big case, I'll apply for one for you once it's solved."

"Uncle Wei, you said this yourself."

"Yes, that's what I said."

"Okay, call me when you're awake. I'll be there whenever you call."

The execution that the two generals Heng and Ha had fought so hard for ended in a whimper, while on the other side, Jiang Hongxia, who had just finished shooting, was vomiting all over the place.

"She's both naive and playful." Chang Wei shook his head and pointed in the direction of the outside of the field. "My car is parked over there. Go and help her. I'm afraid she'll hit me."

Li Lai Fu didn't even move, just watched Wu Jimao's back as he quickly left.

The next morning, before Chang Wei went out, Li Lai Fu came to him with sweat all over his forehead and told him that Peng Zuhui was dead!