I make a living solving crimes.

At dawn in autumn, the first ray of sunlight penetrates through the gaps between the leaves and falls on the withered yellow leaves. A light breeze blows by, bringing sadness to the cleaners all over the city.

Chang Wei drove the car into the compound of the Dongcheng Branch and parked it in reverse.

Feeling the coolness of the early morning, he hummed a little tune as he walked towards the office building.

"Life is short, why rush?"

"Never give up on catching the criminal."

I had just hummed two lines when I met Wu Jimao coming down the stairs.

"Chang Wei, what song were you singing just now? How many balls?"

"Seven."

Chang Wei rolled his eyes in annoyance.

Damn, which nice person is causing trouble for others so early in the morning?

Wu Jimao didn't know where he went wrong again. He scratched his head and stood there in a daze.

"What are you going to do?"

"Oh, Jiang Hongxia cut her hand when she was arrested. I'll go to the infirmary to get her some red medicine."

"is it serious?"

"It's a small matter. She never said anything."

"Then you should cut one for yourself!"

"Huh? Why?"

"Then you will be a couple."

After saying this, he left Wu Jimao with a confused look on his face and strolled upstairs.

The four criminals involved in the fake tickets have been brought back. The police station is too small, so they can only be interrogated at the branch office.

It’s so strange that our Dragon Group doesn’t even have a decent office space.

Does this sound like a word?

I'll go find Uncle Chen and ask him to clear out a small courtyard for me in the Drum Tower and hang up the Dragon Group's signboard.

Four criminals were taken into the interrogation room. Outside the door, the Criminal Investigation Team was on standby.

Bucket, broom, mop...

Chang Wei did not participate in the first round of preliminary review.

But these guys didn't know how to cherish it. They played dumb and only admitted that they were reselling tickets. As for the fake tickets, they denied it flatly.

After staying up all night and having his mood ruined by Wu Jimao, Chang Wei was too lazy to make donkey-hide gelatin. He walked into each room one by one, then came out and lay on the corridor railing to listen to the loud Yellow River chorus in the room.

The criminal police in charge of the interrogation walked to the door wearing a mask and shook his head slightly.

Why bother!

The yard was filled with stall owners who had been captured and were being screened.

Hearing the sounds of ghosts and wolves howling on the second floor, they couldn't help but swallow their saliva.

Gradually his eyes became determined.

I'll answer whatever you ask me later.

No one can stop me.

A quarter of an hour later, the singing slowly began to become more lyrical.

Half an hour later, the only sound in the room was the lewd music.

"Chang Wei, they are willing to confess."

"Row."

Chang Wei pinched his nose and went in, unblocking the acupuncture points one by one.

The second round of interrogation began.

After getting the confession, the entire Dragon Team was confused.

Apart from Chang Wei, he had a general idea of ​​what happened by the moat. Unfortunately, the description of the crime process by the All-Seeing Eye was too simple, and he still needed more detailed confessions to analyze the case.

Except for the tickets on Liang San's body which were contaminated by the moat water, the tickets on the remaining three people were compared and found to be from the same place.

However, the people who were online before these four people revealed were actually two people, one male and one female, both middle-aged people in their thirties.

But they use the same title: Lao Mo.

It’s Lao Mo from Moscow Restaurant.

Because every time they met it was in a Moscow restaurant.

Therefore, these goods are actually from second-level agents.

Maybe even level three.

"Chang Wei, what should we do?"

"Go to Lao Mo."

"Ah? The door doesn't open until eleven?"

"Let's go and wait. With the level of the Beijing aunties, the news about Deshengmen will spread everywhere within a day. We have to hurry up. If we go early, we may run into them."

The jeep headed west.

Outside Xizhimen, the original Soviet Exhibition Hall was renamed the Beijing Exhibition Hall this year.

Relations are deteriorating...

Chang Wei parked the car and watched a group of children playing in the water around the fountain in the square.

This large fountain with a diameter of 833 meters and composed of petals was built four years ago. It is said that the cost at that time was yuan per square meter, and a large amount of gold was consumed.

In this era, it can be considered luxurious.

Even so, it is still impossible to please the foreign masters.

After all, you are willing to be his younger brother, but he wants to be your father.

It was probably this year that we gradually realized that we have always been orphans in this jungle of the world.

More than a hundred years ago, the world pattern had gradually taken shape, and the great powers stood arrogantly at the top of the world, taking turns to beat us.

One step behind, every step will lead to a beating.

Internationally, there is no good or bad, no right or wrong.

Either you behave like a good grandson, or you beat them up like they are your grandson. Otherwise, why should they let you sit at the dining table instead of throwing you at the table?

Fortunately, there are always some people who are brave enough to refuse to be grandsons.

Catching up with the Premier League and the US...has been a joke for many years.

Wu Jimao squatted under the shade of a tree, looking at the magnificent exhibition hall, and asked Li Laifu: "What did foreigners call it in the past?"

Li Laifu was reading his notes. He closed the book, thought for a moment and said, "Let's call them foreigners."

"What about the wine that foreigners drink?"

“Is it called foreign wine?”

“Where are the foreigners’ toys?”

Chang Wei covered Li Laifu's mouth and said, "Let's go, Moscow Restaurant is open."

"Are you really going in to eat?"

"The enemy can go, and so can I."

This inexplicable sentence actually made the four people excited.

Going up the stairs, the restaurant is tall and large.

There are two long tables in the middle that can seat ten people, followed by six, four, and two people, and there are also sofa booths by the window.

Ceramic tableware inlaid with lace, crystal clear red wine glasses, and shining knives and forks.

It was probably the first time for several of them to come here. Wu Jimao and Li Laifu both walked with a limp.

This place was originally a place to receive foreign guests and returning international students, and it is also open to the public, but generally only the second generation dare to come.

In a person's life, three parts are determined by fate, and seven parts depend on hard work.

The remaining 90 points depend on parents.

Chang Wei calmly found a table for six and sat down.

The menu is in Chinese and Russian.

The set meal costs 1.2 yuan: fish soup, small meat patties with side dishes, boiled fresh fruit, and bread.

The set meal costs 1.5 yuan: mixed vegetarian dishes (half portion), beef and beetroot soup, braised beef, snacks, tea, and bread.

The two-dollar set meal includes ham with side dishes, beef and cabbage soup, fried pork slices, boiled fresh fruit, black tea, and bread.

Just this two-dollar set meal can still be sold for two hundred dollars in the same place sixty years later.

You can also order dishes, but the prices are outrageous.

Didn't the projectionist who wanted to arrange flowers at the glass factory come here for a meal, and then he decided to steal the platinum crucible worth 120,000?

Wang Zhuo also participated in two foreign-related receptions before he decided to take the risk on impulse.

Chang Wei didn't even bother to look at it carefully, and took out a big black ten, "It's these two dollars."

The waiter here is much nicer than the one in the state-owned restaurant. He smiled and asked, "Do you mean one serving per person?"

Chang Wei was stunned, staring with eyes wide open, "Of course one for each person, why? If the foreigners next door see me, they will think I can't afford it."

The waiters were so frightened by such arrogant words that they couldn't write the menu.

Wu Jimao carefully picked up the knife and fork and looked at it, then leaned over the table and whispered, "Chang Wei, can I take this thing home?"