I make a living solving crimes.

The public security authorities have decided to re-investigate the South Parking Lot arson case and welcome the public to report new clues.

People who have nothing to do with it are just watching the fun, while people who are involved are feeling uneasy.

Upon hearing the news, Liu Tao locked himself in the office and smoked half a pack of cigarettes.

He had a strong sense of crisis.

He was the one who organized the task force to solve the arson case, and now it needs to be re-investigated without his opinion being sought in advance.

This is an extremely serious signal—the leader does not trust him.

At least in the arson case, the leaders had some reservations about him.

Is there any problem with the case?

Although when the case was solved, Nie Haifang swore that Li Chenggui was the murderer.

Lying and resisting arrest are all facts that can be verified, and physical evidence was also found in his home, which all indicate that there is something wrong with Li Chenggui.

But now, he didn't dare to believe everything this woman said!

If a different conclusion is found, he, as the former project leader, will bear heavy responsibility.

The most important thing is that the person now responsible for reinvestigating the case is Chang Wei.

Chang Wei, who has solved many major cases and is known as the Young Tiger of Drum Tower.

Nie Haifang was also feeling uneasy at home.

As an investigator, she knew better that it was far-fetched to accuse Li Chenggui of being the culprit of the arson.

Tao Er once said, "The person who wronged you knows how wronged you are better than you do."

She wondered whether she should talk to Chang Wei in person.

For a young man, who is in high spirits, it is a very honorable thing for him to come to the door and surrender on his own initiative.

As for your own face?

Nie Haifang has a very clear understanding: it is not shameful to sell one's soul and principles, but it is shameful not to get a good price.

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The sunset is gorgeous and colorful, and the light clouds are like ignited flames, jumping and shining in the afterglow of the setting sun.

Chang Wei packed up his things and prepared to go home after get off work.

When they heard that he was planning to move, everyone in the office started to clamor for him to treat them to a meal.

Chang Wei has never been stingy, he is just narrow-minded, so it is better to do it today than to wait for another day.

It just so happened that there were some large items to move at home, so this was a form of labor that came right to my doorstep.

As soon as the group entered the front yard, they saw Du Ye coming out of the old kitchen south of the east wing carrying a load on his shoulder, his forehead covered in sweat.

Chang Wei took a few quick steps and saw that the load was full of honeycomb briquettes. He asked in surprise, "Why are you here?"

"Officer Chang, you're off work." Du Ye didn't rest from his work. He greeted everyone in the Dragon Group one by one and walked leisurely towards the backyard.

Chang Da heard the noise and came out of the house, explaining, "I came here after lunch and have been busy all afternoon."

The people from the Dragon Group knew that this was Chang Wei's sister, and they hurried forward to greet her. Jiang Hongxia helped her pack up the clothes in the house, and several men lifted the furniture and moved to the backyard.

Chang Wei did not interfere in these matters.

He has to cook.

Although women all think cooking is a natural thing, Chang Wei really looks down on his mother and sister's cooking skills, not to mention that there are guests at home.

The main dishes in the evening are prawns, mandarin fish and steamed pork with rice flour.

Steamed pork with rice flour is not a local dish of Beijing.

Yuan Mei's Suiyuan Food List contains a record about steamed pork with rice flour: "Use meat that is half lean and half fat, stir-fry rice flour until it turns yellow, mix with rice flour sauce and steam it, and use cabbage as a pad. When cooked, not only the meat is delicious, but the vegetable is also delicious. Because it does not contain water, the taste is unique and complete. It is a Jiangxi dish."

Chang Wei doesn't know how to make steamed pork with rice flour the way people in Jiangxi do. ​​He learned it from Mianyang Prefecture in Hubei. After all, the story of the three steamed porks in Mianyang is well-known to everyone.

Readers who haven’t heard of it can search it themselves to avoid accusations that I am exaggerating the numbers.

The base of the steamed pork with rice flour is not made of cabbage, but sweet potato.

There were two tables in the back yard, one for Chang Wei and his colleagues, and the other for Yang Min and her children. Du Ye, the only one who didn't fit in, was at a loss as to what to do and wanted to leave, but Yang Min dragged him to sit at her table.

Perhaps he was not used to such occasions, Du Ye sat stiffly at the corner of the table. He saw the little girl took the shrimps and ran to another table to ask Chang Wei to peel them for him. Then he began to help peel the shrimps, help to pick up the meat, and was also responsible for picking out the bones.

Life is wonderful.

After the meal, he and the little girl actually became friends.

Chang Xiaoman took out a piece of fruit candy from her pocket and offered it to him, and invited him to play twirls with her.

"Uncle, is that beautiful aunt called Jiang Hongxia?" Chang Xiaoman leaned against Du Ye's legs and pointed quietly with her little hand.

"That's right." Du Ye turned his head and answered in a low voice.

"Aunt Princess is very beautiful." The little girl nodded and looked at Wu Jimao, "Uncle Prince is a little ugly."

Du Ye had never heard of Chang Wei's version of Swan Lake and was completely confused.

Even more puzzling is Li Lai Fu.

He could always sense a hint of hostility from the two little girls.

There is a lack of entertainment at this time, and the evening time is basically spent chatting.

If it were the future, discos, bars, internet cafes...

Or you can laugh out loud and go out, get a massage, oil application and foot bath.

The waning moon hung on one side of the treetops, as if it were within reach.

The lights in the city are dimming and the night is getting darker.

A group of people came out from the back room and Chang Wei saw them off.

When passing by the central courtyard, Du Ye paused, then hurriedly caught up with the team.

When he reached the gate, he hesitated for a moment and said, "Chang Gongan, I have something to report to you."

Chang Wei took out a cigarette and scattered it around, then naturally struck a match and lit it for Du Ye, "Be more casual when you talk next time, don't be so polite."

Du Ye smiled and nodded, "I'm not polite with you."

Chang Wei didn't force Du Ye's attitude, and asked casually: "What did you want to say just now?"

"I was working at the steel mill pulling steam carriages and found that the workers there were stealing parts."

The members of the Dragon Team, who were originally laughing and joking, suddenly became quiet and stopped laughing.

"I was pulling a truck at night, and every time I was loading, there would always be a few workers coming to help. At first I thought they were working overtime, but then I saw that they were not, and I thought they were kind people. It was only last night that I realized something was wrong."

"They hid the parts in the slag?"

"Well, every time I pull the steam carriage out of the factory, I always meet them helping me push the carriage. I just saw them pulling parts out of the slag last night when I was taking a break."

“Parts or scrap metal?”

"I don't understand. I can't see clearly at night, but it seems to be very heavy, at least several dozen kilograms at a time."

After listening to this, Chang Wei pondered for a moment, thinking about how to deal with it.

Du Ye's move was considered a report, and although it was not made at the police station, it was equivalent to Chang Wei receiving a call.

However, stealing things from the factory is only a minor crime. In an era when the factory is one's home, who wouldn't steal things?

He Yuzhu works in the cafeteria and carries two lunch boxes to and from get off work every day.

Perhaps he couldn't afford to offend the kitchen helper in the cafeteria, otherwise he would even want to steal her.

Only the platinum brushed crucible worth 120,000 yuan from the glass factory is worthy of Chang Wei and his team's investment.

"Don't worry about this. Be careful. I'll ask Han Song to find you tomorrow. When it's convenient, you can try to get their words and ask for their names."

"I didn't remember these people at first, but I just saw someone from your courtyard."