I make a living solving crimes.

The next morning, just after daybreak, Chang Wei got up from bed, washed up, and went downstairs to move around.

There are many bad habits brought over from the previous life, such as choosing a bed.

The bed in the guesthouse was very comfortable, but he just couldn't get used to it. He tossed and turned for an hour before falling asleep last night, and woke up early again today.

Born to be a homebody.

After some simple stretches of his arms and legs, he ran around the front yard of the guesthouse a few times, then turned around and saw Fan Tuaner standing at the lobby door.

Because she was going to accompany Chang Wei to visit Ye Guoshan's home today, she got up and washed her hair in the morning.

Is it the greatest respect for a woman to wash her hair before going on a date?

Her long hair fell on her shoulders with a touch of wetness, adding a touch of charm. She said softly, "I rarely see you boxing. Didn't you say you always keep your fists in your hands?"

Chang Wei invited her in and said casually, "No need. Just run a few laps, jump a little, and stretch your hands and feet."

"What kind of Kung Fu did you learn?"

"It's very diverse. Grandpa Zhang teaches everything, but the one I'm best at is the Eighteen Moves of the Black Dragon."

"Black Dragon... Is Jiaozi black?"

Chang Wei paused, stopped and looked at him with a stern expression.

A playful and cunning light flashed in Fan Tuaner's eyes, and she smiled with her hand covering her mouth.

Chang Wei rolled his eyes and ignored her as he went upstairs.

The beautiful woman followed behind him with a smile, "What time are we going to visit Ye Guoshan's house?"

"Let's go in the morning. After breakfast, you and Jiang Hongxia can go buy some gifts."

Fan Tuaner looked behind him and whispered, "What if Ye Zu goes out?"

Chang Wei said disdainfully: "Have you ever seen that dude get up early?"

Fan Tuaner thought about it and realized that the kids around her were all very competitive, so she couldn't find a suitable reference for the time being.

While eating breakfast, Ji Xiaowang was reading a book in his hand.

Zhang Long snatched it away and asked, "Why don't you read Journey to the West anymore?"

"I can't stand it. After what you said, now even the stick in the monkey's hand seems evil." Ji Xiaowang curled his lips helplessly.

So this time he took the cleanest book - "Shuowen Jiezi".

Zhang Long smiled without any guilt, flipped through the book, and finally stopped at one page. He covered the left side of a word, then the right side, and then the top and bottom, having a lot of fun.

Chang Wei took a closer look and saw that this was a character that had been finalized since the late Shang Dynasty - "田".

He recalled Zhang Long's actions and sighed, "What you learned on the overpass when you were a kid was really diverse."

The breakfast was specially prepared for the Dragon Group by the guesthouse and there were many varieties. Different from the braised pork and steamed buns eaten in the morning in Beijing, there were more fried foods in Yanbei in the morning.

Pan-fried buns, vegetable pancakes, fried dough twists...

Milk was also specially prepared.

Ji Xiaowang had never drunk this before. He took a sip and praised, "The Yanbei Municipal Bureau's sideline business is doing well. They should have raised a lot of dairy cows. It tastes good."

Jiang Hongxia also took a big sip from the glass and asked puzzledly: "How did you taste that this was cow's milk?"

Ji Xiaowang opened his mouth, swallowed his words, lowered his head and continued eating buns.

Jiang Hongxia was relentless and was about to point her chopsticks at his face: "Please explain clearly, why do you know this was from a female cow? Shouldn't it be a matter of probability? Maybe it was from a male cow?"

Seeing the six men at the table, Fan Tuan'er quickly changed the subject, "Hongxia, eat quickly. We have to go shopping later."

Jiang Hongxia glared at Ji Xiaowang unwillingly, and bit the pancake in her hand with a crunching sound.

Chang Wei took out twenty yuan and handed it over, "I don't know what to buy, you guys decide."

Jiang Hongxia returned another ten yuan, "You spend money lavishly now, why do you need so much money? Ten yuan can buy a lot of things."

Chang Wei said enviously: "I've always said that chicken feathers are blessed. You really are a good girl who is thrifty and manages the household well."

Jiang Hongxia curled her lips in disdain, "I have never thought this is a good word. The virtue of diligence and thrift comes from poverty. I would rather others call me a spendthrift woman behind my back."

Several men lowered their heads at the dinner table and dared not say a word, and silently mourned for Wu Jimao for three seconds.

Jiang Hongxia and Fan Tuaner bought the gifts together.

Cakes and fruit are also available.

It looks very substantial, filling up two net bags.

Ye Guoshan's home is in a residential area not far from the Municipal Bureau.

The courtyard has a distinct Japanese style, it is exquisite and small, but has its own entrance and exit.

"This used to be the Japanese military police headquarters. After the victory, the Republic of China took over the reform. After liberation, the municipal party committee assigned it to us."

Ye Guoshan invited Chang Wei and Fan Tuaner to go into the house.

The interior layout is already completely Chinese style.

Chang Wei followed him leisurely and said casually, "It's a little small. How many people are there in Director Ye's family?"

"There are only three of us, my husband and I and our son. It's enough for us to live here."

"Only son?"

"Well, my wife got sick when she gave birth to our son."

Chang Wei didn't ask any more questions.

The three people entered the house and the middle-aged woman hurried out to greet them.

This is Ye Guoshan’s wife, a woman in her fifties.

There was a yawning young man in the room. He must have just been called up. His eyes were swollen, his posture was shaky, and he looked completely energyless.

But when he saw Fan Tuan'er, he instantly perked up and took a few steps closer, "This sister is so beautiful."

Ye Guoshan's face changed drastically, and he slapped him, "What nonsense are you talking about? You are still asleep, right? Go wash your face."

This beautiful woman is from the Investigation Department!

Do you want to die?

Ye Zu was about to retort, but was pulled away by his mother.

Chang Wei and Fan Tuaner smiled nonchalantly, with a flash of coldness in their eyes.

"My good-for-nothing son." Ye Guoshan waved his hands and shook his head helplessly.

Chang Wei retracted his gaze and asked, "What year was your son born?"

"June of 42."

"Oh, the Gregorian calendar, right? Three months older than me."

Ye Guoshan was stunned for a moment, lowered his head to look for tea leaves and did not respond.

Only Fan Tuaner sneered in his heart.

Li Laifu had already mentioned the issue of age once during the meeting yesterday, but the people from the Municipal Bureau did not dare to respond at that time.

Why do subordinates mention the age of their leaders?

I'm just telling you, don't use age as an excuse. The one in our family is also a junior high school graduate and is only sixteen years old this year.

He has captured a company of spies and more than a battalion of criminals.

Chang Wei sat leisurely on the chair, holding a cup of tea to warm his hands, and glanced at Ye Zu who had returned.

Angry, sad and crazy

Is it a human, a ghost or a monster?

But it is

Debts in the Heart

Call me A-Zu

No turning back

He had already convicted Ye Zu in his heart.

Perhaps because of his mother's education, Ye Zu already knew that the two men were actually special envoys from the ministry, so he sat beside them obediently and did not dare to act presumptuously.

At home, several people abided by the rules and did not talk about the case, but only talked about the customs of Yanbei.

As they were talking, lunch was ready and the woman came over and asked everyone to take a seat.

Probably after getting a little familiar with each other, Ye Zu sat at the table and couldn't help but reveal his true colors.

Smacking lips while eating,

Sitting on the bench and shaking my legs.

His eyes would occasionally glance at Fan Tuaner.