I make a living solving crimes.

The murder case of Peng Zuhui was solved in two days, and the entire task force was filled with joy.

A pair of cloth shoes was found in the residence of Zhang Qi and Wanyan Huizhu. The pattern and size of the soles exactly matched the two footprints in the hospital.

There were fingerprints left on the dagger on Peng Zuhui's body. As long as the final comparison was successful, it didn't matter whether Zhang Qi confessed or not.

For Chang Wei, the most important thing is that the system has been confirmed.

No wrong person was arrested.

"Chang Wei, I didn't expect you to solve the case so quickly." Wei Qianjun was very happy and felt that this Chihuahua was really useful.

"Uncle Wei, it's all thanks to your support." Chang Wei also laughed and turned to the Criminal Investigation Office's Lao Liu and ordered: "Take the couple to the interrogation room. This Zhang Qi's killing method is quick and decisive. I think this may not be his first time killing someone."

"Is he involved in another case?" Wei Qianjun was surprised.

"There should be. Let's have a trial first."

Chang Wei watched as the six men escorted the couple into the interrogation room separately, and followed Wei Qianjun slowly towards the office, "Uncle Wei, the murder case has been solved, where is my gun?"

Wei Qianjun closed his eyes and took a deep breath, suppressing his restlessness. "We haven't figured out what Peng Zuhui reported yet. I'll give it to you once we solve the case."

Chang Wei was very dissatisfied, and heard Wei Qianjun continue to ask: "Could this Zhang or something be related to Shang Bao?"

"I won't tell you." He tilted his head, shaking it left and right, repeating, "I won't tell you, I won't tell you..."

Wei Qianjun was so amused by this childish behavior that he waved his hand and said, "Go and interrogate him quickly. I'll go to the General Affairs Department to get a gun for you."

This time, Chang Wei walked into the interrogation room with satisfaction.

With all the evidence and witnesses available, Chang Wei didn't even use the sunflower acupoint pressing technique.

After all, the confession is not important now. The consequence of refusing to confess is that you will buy a bullet and be beaten before that.

He admitted that he killed Peng Zuhui, and if Peng Zuhui had not been arrested, he would have done it in July.

Of course, he didn't know that Peng Zuhui would retaliate earlier than him.

Zhang Qi probably couldn't defeat Peng Zuhui, after all, the other had a submachine gun in his hand.

"Let's talk about other things." Chang Wei glanced at the transcript in Li Laifu's hand, tapped the paper with the tip of his pen, and said slowly: "This isn't the first time someone has killed someone so easily, right?"

Zhang Qi was startled and said in a panic, "Sir, no, comrade Gong'an, I have explained everything clearly."

Chang Wei had a disappointed look on his face as he advised: "Killing one person means death, killing ten people means death too. Since you are going to die, you might as well tell us everything you have done. You may not be able to leave your name in history, but leaving a bad name for eternity is at least a way to leave your voice behind!"

Zhang Qi, a criminal who had killed countless people, was almost stunned by this theory. He muttered and thought for a long time, his face became ferocious, and he gritted his teeth, "You are right, I was once a master in Tianjin, I can't die in obscurity."

The Zhang family was once well-off, poor in literature but rich in martial arts. Zhang Qi also learned some good kung fu. Unfortunately, the situation changed a lot over the years and the family soon fell into poverty.

He doesn't know anything except Kung Fu. In order to make money, he gradually becomes a thug for the rich and the spy organization.

The total number of people he has killed is at least ten, and he is nicknamed: Zhang Yidao.

It means to kill someone, he only uses one knife.

After the liberation of Northeast China, he felt that Guo Jun was already a weakling, so he first changed his name, and then married Wanyan Huizhu. The two of them went to the capital and took over the Kunpeng Hotel to make a living.

The matter of Zhang Qi ends here, and the remaining matters to be verified will be verified by Xiao Qiang and Tianjin Public Security Bureau.

Back in the small office, Chang Wei was still thinking about what Peng Zuhui meant by "Shang Bao".

The Criminal Investigation Brigade is still investigating, and has re-examined Peng Zuhui's social relations and organizational structure. They even went to the Investigation Bureau to check the files of the Central Bureau of Investigation and the Internal Investigation Bureau, but they still couldn't find "Shang Bao".

So, is Shang Bao a person or a code name?

"Chang Wei, don't worry, let's take it slow."

Li Lai Fu came over, handed Chang Wei a cup of tea, pulled up a stool and sat beside him to keep him company.

He is not good at speaking, not as talkative as Wu Jimao, and he doesn't know how to comfort people, so this is all he can do.

Chang Wei took the tea with a smile and took a sip, then patiently explained, "I'm not in a hurry, but Peng Zuhui is an enemy spy. What he wanted to do before he died should not be simple. We still have to find out."

"Well, unfortunately I can't help you. I couldn't understand the southern dialect that guy said before he died."

Chang Wei was stunned for a moment, then slowly placed the teacup on the table beside him, "Laifu, what did you just say?"

"I said, I can't help you."

"No, the next sentence."

"Ah? I said I don't understand southern dialect."

"Yes, that's it. Yes, we should find someone from the south to ask and let them hear what Shang Bao really means."

Chang Wei jumped up from the sofa excitedly, rubbed Li Lai Fu's greasy head, rubbed it on his body, and ran towards Director Wei's office in a hurry.

Li Lai Fu was left alone looking at the stain on his shoulder, smiling foolishly.

“From Suzhou?”

"Well, Wuxi and Nanjing are both fine. It would be best if they came to Beijing in the past two years. Peng Zuhui is from Wuxi, grew up in Suzhou, and later worked in Nanjing. It's hard to tell where he's from based on his accent."

"Okay, I'll make the arrangements."

Wei Qianjun agreed without hesitation.

The case is one aspect.

Chang Wei is another aspect.

This is my Chihuahua.

In such a big city like Beijing, it was easy to find a few people from Suzhou and Wuxi, and soon five people arrived at the branch.

Hearing Chang Wei repeating Peng Zuhui's words and accent before his death, several people gathered together and whispered for a long time before hesitating and said, "Comrade, is he talking about the treasure?"

Chang Wei and Wei Qianjun were both stunned!

Hidden treasure...

This is indeed a new idea.

Peng Zuhui worked in the two capitals before liberation. The Kuomintang army was in a great rout at that time, so maybe he had hidden a bunch of treasures somewhere.

But this matter is even more confusing!

Just when Chang Wei was struggling over whether to use the [Guidelines for Re-examination of Evidence], Jiang Hongxia came with a piece of news.

She and her master Zhu Feihong had been interrogating Wanyan Huizhu, and after recording her confession, they discovered a problem.

Wanyan Huizhu had already known Peng Zuhui when she was working as a technician in Tianjin.

At that time, Peng Zuhui had just come from the south by boat and stayed in Tianjin for three months. He often sought the service of Wanyan Huizhu.

When she later married Zhang Chu and came to the capital, they met on the road a year ago. At that time, Peng Zuhui had an elegant temperament and was good at speaking, so their old love was rekindled.

"Peng Zuhui stayed in Tianjin for three months?"

"Well, I calculated the time, it's three months."

Chang Wei looked at the young policewoman strangely: How did you calculate it?

"Peng Zuhui's confession did not include this experience, and he lied. He said he came to Beijing in the autumn of 48, but in fact he was still in Tianjin at that time."