I make a living solving crimes.

Autumn is a gentle farewell.

Cold is the beginning of winter.

After staying up all night, Chang Wei stood in the corridor of the Investigation Department, shivering all over.

It’s a nice day today, with an orange glow in the east, but the wind is a bit unruly, always blowing into my body through my collar and trouser legs.

The people who went to search the office have just returned. In order to prevent anything from being missed, they moved back all the text materials and books in the office, except for the letters that had been found.

Chang Wei flipped through the book casually and found a lot of hardcover and collector's edition old books. He said weakly, "After the case is investigated, can you give me these books?"

Fan Tuaner glanced at him and took out the "Jin Ping Mei" and said, "Take the others back."

Chang Wei watched her throw a good book into the charcoal brazier with regret, feeling extremely heartbroken.

That's the unabridged version with illustrations!

Now the case is clear, with both physical and personal evidence. Once the handwriting identification experts from the Investigation Department come to work and get the identification report, the minister can go to report to the marshal.

Chang Wei had nothing to do, so Fan Tuaner accompanied him out to find food.

Walking on the street, Fan Tuaner walked for a while and asked curiously: "I noticed that every time we walk, you always walk on my left side."

Chang Wei was stunned for a moment. It was just a habit from his previous life. He said casually, "This is demeanor."

Fan Tuan'er thought for a moment and asked, "Is it because it's safe? Because there are cars outside?"

Chang Wei thought for a moment and said, "If it is to deceive a girl, then it is true."

Fan Tuaner laughed, "What if it's true?"

Chang Wei kicked a small stone with his toes as he walked forward, saying in a leisurely tone, "You know, driving on the right originated in France, and driving on the left originated in Britain. my country follows the French practice."

Fan Tuaner nodded. Although she didn't know the origin, China had indeed changed many habits since the Qing Dynasty when it began to learn from the West.

“Do you know what the streets of France looked like in the 18th century?”

Fan Tuaner looked confused. She knew roughly what France was like now. A hundred years ago, she only knew about the French Revolution.

"In France at that time, pedestrians walking on the road had to be on guard against feces and urine thrown from the second-floor windows at any time. Don't look at me like that, this is true. In order to prevent women from suffering, men forced women to walk in corners, so gradually there was a saying that men walk on the left and women walk on the right."

"Second floor, thrown into the street?"

"Well, is it hard to understand? Do you think these great powers are born civilized? They only know honor and disgrace when they have enough food and clothing, and they know etiquette when their granaries are full. And they are all hypocritical."

Fan Tuaner looked up at the sky. It was hard to imagine what it would feel like to be walking on the road and suddenly a lump of dust... hits you on the head.

"Besides raising the white flag, the French are most famous for perfume. The reason why they delve into perfume is because they don't like to take a bath, and the smell on their bodies makes them uncomfortable."

These words completely changed Fan Tuaner's worldview.

What they don’t know is that in Europe, especially in France, urinating and defecating anywhere is a good tradition.

Just flipping through European literary works from the 16th and 17th centuries, you will find that they themselves did not shy away from this issue.

In addition, Chang Wei was unable to complain about not taking a shower.

The Sun King only took a bath seven times in his seventy-seven years.

If he went into a bathhouse in the capital, a pool of water would not be enough for him to wash himself, and the bath attendants would be exhausted.

Otherwise, why did the French spend a huge sum of money to buy the perfume formula from Italy and even researched it into their trademark?

It's because of the feces and human stench on the streets.

These words had no effect on Chang Wei. He ate his breakfast with great grunts, but Fan Tuaner, on the other hand, felt so nauseous that she lost her appetite.

Back at the Investigation Department, the director was about to go out with the handwriting identification report. When he saw Chang Wei coming, he was about to wave at him, but he saw him quickly walk up the stairs.

"This kid doesn't want to get into any trouble at all."

The old man shook his head helplessly and told Fan Tuan'er, "Go back and ask him what he wants. You still have to give the candy you deserve if you trick a child into doing something."

Fan Tuan'er nodded in agreement and said hesitantly, "The temperature has dropped in the past few days, and I want to get him some good coal."

"It's no big deal. I'll come back and give you a note. Send 2,000 kilograms to the Dragon Group, and send another 500 kilograms to his family."

"Okay, thank you, Minister."

"You really care about that kid!"

"He promised to help me find my second brother after the case is over."

The old man was silent for a while, then sighed, "If you can find him back, your parents will be so happy. I see that you two get along well, so why don't you just ask your parents to adopt him as their godson."

Fan Tuan'er pursed her lips and said, "I just don't know if my family is so lucky. If he is someone who is willing to curry favor with others, he will not lack a godmother."

"Yeah, this kid is very capable."

After the old man left, Fan Tuaner went upstairs thinking about something. When he entered the room, he saw Chang Wei lying on the table with his butt sticking up, drawing a blueprint.

"What is this?"

Chang Wei had a basic knowledge of figure sketching, so drawing was not difficult for him. Fan Tuaner identified it for a while and asked, "Is this a stove?"

"Well, I just heard you asked me for coal. I'm going to go to South City to find someone to help me build a few furnaces."

"You have a very good ear... What is this tube you drew?"

"chimney."

Chang Wei explained as he painted.

At this time, honeycomb coal had already been promoted, and people in the capital would use coal for heating in winter, but there were very few stoves with chimneys. In order to prevent poisoning, they would either get up in the middle of the night to open the windows for ventilation, or simply leave the windows half-closed.

Chang Wei's stove is a kind of earthen stove in later generations, with a chimney sticking out of the roof.

Fan Tuan'er sat quietly by the side watching him draw, and sighed, "You know so much. The son of the political commissar of my dad's family studied civil engineering, but now he can't even draw."

"Civil engineering? What's the point of studying that? It's all about earth and wood."

Chang Wei talked nonsense casually.

If he dares to say this thirty years later, those who study software engineering will beat him to death.

The weather was getting colder and a heating stove was urgently needed. In addition to his own two yards, he also had to prepare one for the two old men.

It was almost noon when the minister came back. He sat in his office, drank a sip of hot tea, and ordered, "Let's get started."

Chang Wei frowned and said, "Should we go directly to the research institute to arrest people?"

This is very offensive!

Although Guo Baijun is considered a traitor, he is also a scientist. Arresting him directly in the research institute can easily give scientific researchers the illusion that they are being victimized.

The minister had obviously thought it through more thoroughly than he had. "He's going on a business trip tomorrow, and I just let him go back to pack his luggage."

Chang Wei praised, "Okay, let's confiscate the property at the same time."

The minister threw a pen at him on the head and said, "Speak formally, it's called confiscation."

Chang Wei smiled and did not refute, then set off with his men.

It’s still the same alley, and the same house.

When Chang Wei walked into the yard, Sister Li glanced at him in confusion, "Hey, I'm talking about you. Aren't you the guy who quarreled with your girlfriend over the betrothal gift? Has your girlfriend's family relented?"

Fan Tuaner walked out from behind Chang Wei with a cold face and glared at him fiercely.

PS: As the winter gets colder, please put on more clothes and stay healthy. I hope everyone has clothes to warm their bodies, love to warm their hearts, and someone to warm their beds!