I make a living solving crimes.

The night receded like the tide, a ray of dawn appeared in the east, the sky gradually brightened, and all things gradually showed vitality and vigor in the morning light.

It rained a little last night. The dim mixed light outside blended with the brightness inside, and there was a coolness among the colorful colors.

This is a perfect morning to fall asleep.

In the compound of Shahe Township Commune, Chang Wei took a nap lying on the back of a chair, feeling groggy and unwilling to wake up.

Staying up late is a very painful thing, and what is more painful than staying up late is staying up for two nights.

Chang Wei had already endured three nights, during which he only slept for more than two hours in the sunshine under the pomegranate tree of the police station, and he almost got a heat rash all over his body.

Hearing light footsteps beside his ears, he reluctantly opened one eye and saw a beautiful girl, so he closed it again and continued to rest.

A gentle female voice sounded beside my ears, "Chang Wei, it's time to wake up."

"Today is Saturday." Chang Wei muttered and turned his head to the other side.

The young man laughed in a dream, not knowing what year it was.

Fan Tuaner stood there quietly, her eyes gradually becoming gentle.

If my second brother were still alive, he would probably be about this size too.

He should be as capable as him.

She suddenly couldn't bear to disturb his sleep.

But the leader needs to rest after seven o'clock, and the meeting at six o'clock cannot be delayed, and it is almost five o'clock now.

"Chang Wei, you have to work on Saturday too."

Her voice was as cold and merciless as a mountain spring.

Still working on Saturday?

Who works on Saturday?

Chang Wei opened his eyes blankly, looked around, and then woke up from his dream.

Oh, I have traveled through time. In other words, who still works on Saturdays in the 21st century?

Maybe he didn't get enough sleep, or was a little grumpy after waking up, Chang Wei sat in the chair with his eyes blank and stupid.

In the yard, Director Gong waited for a while but heard no movement, so he called out, "Xiao Fan, is Chang Wei still not awake?"

The girl rubbed the corners of her clothes with her hands. Seeing Chang Wei like this, she stomped her feet and walked out the door and said, "Director Gong, Chang Wei is probably too tired after staying up all night. He can't get hard."

Director Gong was stunned. Are the consequences of staying up late so serious?

Chang Wei broke out in a cold sweat when he heard this. He rubbed his eyes and ran out in a panic, "Director Gong, I'm up, I'm up."

Sister, you can’t say that!

She is the sister who rides the wind and waves, and you are stirring up trouble!

If this gets out, will I still be able to live as a human being?

It turns out that Fan should be careful with his words.

Can't get hard...

Later studies have shown that Chinese characters are profound and extensive, and sometimes even disrupting the order does not affect reading. For example, you can read this text without any pressure.

No need to read it a second time.

Because I didn't mess up at all.

After a simple wash, Chang Wei drove himself, accompanied by Director Gong, and headed south into the city.

After passing the city gate, Director Gong lit a cigarette and handed it to Chang Wei, and gently reminded him, "When you get there, don't talk nonsense when you go in."

Chang Wei took it and nodded vigorously, "Well, since you are here, I will just listen obediently."

Director Gong glanced over with a resentful look, "Who told you that I can get in?"

Chang Wei almost slammed on the brakes, turned around and asked in surprise: "I go in alone?"

Director Gong glared at him, "Where do you think that is?"

Yeah, that's the place!

It’s nothing big. Didn’t Taoer almost buy it?

Although he was talking about buying cigarettes.

Although Qian'er was almost scared to death on the stage.

Although they only dared to perform that scene once.

......

Coming out of the red wall, Chang Wei still remembered those eyes in his mind.

His eyebrows were not thick and black, and his eyes did not seem to be bright.

But he is different from ordinary people, nor does he have the eagle-like and wolf-like gaze of heroes. His eyes are bright, deep and far-reaching, as if he can see through time and space.

He was tall, wearing a simple white nightgown, with his hair combed back to reveal his broad and full forehead. He stood up from the sofa, stretched out his arm and waved gently, smiling with a strong Hunan accent, "Little ghost, come here."

Chang Wei had received modern education, but the moment their eyes met, his legs and feet couldn't help but go weak.

Wesley's novel says that when people saw him, they couldn't help but kneel down.

Chang Wei once thought this was an exaggeration.

After all, when we met again in the previous life, the old man was just lying there quietly.

It’s so nice to be able to see him now!

Only when he returned to the police station did he finally wake up.

He slapped his head suddenly and forgot about the important thing.

Director Zhao said that the Dragon Group is one level higher than the official.

But this also requires the cooperation of the other party. If you don't give face, you won't be given face again.

For example, Nie Haifang.

I still remember this incident before. I was thinking of asking the old man for a calligraphy piece or a sign with just four words written on it.

If I were here in person!

You can't scare that shameless old woman to death.

The four famous detectives who returned directly and Zhang Long and Zhao Hu surrounded him and chatted non-stop.

Of course, I’m not talking about what happens inside the red walls.

If you can't understand this little bit of organizational discipline, you'd better leave the Dragon Group as soon as possible.

It means that Chang Wei couldn't get hard this morning.

"Who the hell spread this rumor?" Chang Wei was angry. Wouldn't this ruin his reputation?

"That was a slip of the tongue by Fan Tuan'er. Do you know what a slip of the tongue is?"

A few people just laughed and ignored his sadness.

While being laughed at, Chang Wei's smile was also taken away.

He looked at the two idiots who were laughing the most with a bad look, and said sternly, "I said, the case is closed, and the rest is handed over to the investigation department. Why are you two still here?"

Zhang Long and Zhao Hu immediately refused to do so. "Team Leader, I have been injured for the Dragon Team and I have shed blood for the Dragon Team. You can't do this to us?"

The two guys still had gauze wrapped around their heads and arms.

Chang Wei sneered, "You are bleeding and injured for the Dragon Group, what does it have to do with me, Chang Wei?"

Zhang Long and Zhao Hu said as a matter of course: "Can the Dragon Team still be called the Dragon Team without a team leader?"

Chang Wei sighed, and seeing Jiang Hongxia blinking desperately, he thought for a while, then slowed down his tone and said, "There needs to be a probation period for this matter. We can't just take him in because he's injured. Otherwise, the Dragon Group will have to have 108 generals in the future."

The two men patted their chests and said, "Team Leader, just tell me how to evaluate it?"

"Well, you guys came from the ministry, so you should be familiar with the archives. How about this, familiarize yourself with the writing work first."

"Well, you'll see."

Jiang Hongxia happily gave up her seat and pulled Wu Jimao away.

Chang Wei walked up to Li Laifu and asked, "Do you know Du Ye's home?"

Li Laifu was stunned for a moment, then opened his notebook and said, "I haven't been there, but I have the address here."

"Okay, you and Ji Xiaowang go and deliver 20 kilograms of flour. I have 30 yuan here, give it to him as well."

"Okay, let's go now."

"Well, remember to give it to his grandmother." Chang Wei paused and said slowly: "Tell his grandmother that this is a reward given to Du Ye by the organization."