I make a living solving crimes.

Ye Zu was arrested by a special envoy from the capital last night.

The news spread to the streets and alleys of Yanbei City with the north wind.

If anyone is interested, they will find out that these special envoys are staying in the Municipal Bureau's guesthouse, and they also arrested Director Ye of the Municipal Bureau this morning.

Such explosive news gave Chang Wei and the Dragon Group a mysterious golden glow.

So, when seven people came out of the building, there was thunderous cheers.

The old man stood there trembling, expectation written on his wrinkled face, and his cloudy eyes tried hard to distinguish the leading young man.

"Old man, this is the team leader of the special envoy, Chang Wei." The soldier in charge of security whispered beside the old man.

The old man carefully straightened his tattered thin jacket, trying his best to make himself look less shabby, and was about to kneel down when he was stopped by Li Lai Fu and Ji Xiao Wang who took a few quick steps forward.

Ten years after liberation, many elderly people have not yet gotten used to being in charge of their own affairs under the pressure of the imperial court and officials. They do not bow to officials when meeting them, as that is a right only for the nobles.

Chang Wei wanted to invite the old man into the house to talk, but he saw the crowds of people gathered in front of the door blocking the entire street. Everyone's face showed inquiry, expectation, suspicion, and trust...

He gave up his previous idea, took two steps closer and said softly: "Old man, you can tell me what you have to say."

"Are you the leader?" the old man asked cautiously.

"I'm not the chief." Chang Wei explained patiently, "I'm a special commissioner from the capital who came to supervise the investigation. If you have any grievances, you can tell me. I can make the decision on this matter."

The old man paused, swallowed his saliva, bowed deeply, and shouted in a hoarse voice: "Please, Lord Qingtian, please make a decision for my grandson!"

Lord Qingtian...

Chang Wei didn't know whether this was a compliment or sarcasm.

He quickly helped the old man up and asked, "Old man, what happened to your grandson?"

"My grandson...he was arrested by the police...by the public security six months ago. They said he killed someone with a knife. He is still in prison."

"Half a year ago? There's still no verdict?"

"No, our subdistrict office helped Mr. Qiu appeal twice and delayed the verdict." A middle-aged woman who was accompanying the old man came closer and said, "Hello, special commissioner. I am Liu Wenxia, ​​the director of the neighborhood committee of Mr. Qiu's subdistrict."

"Hello, Director Liu." Chang Wei greeted him and asked curiously, "Your street is helping with the appeal. Is there any problem with the case?"

"Yes, the old man Qiu and his grandson are both extremely poor households in our street. They usually make a living by picking up rubbish. Because they are old or disabled, we can only provide financial assistance. However, the whole street knows that the Qiu family is upright. When picking up rubbish, they will not even pick up firewood at the doorstep."

After talking about the character of Mr. Qiu and his grandson, Liu Wenxia got back to the point. "The most important thing is that Mr. Qiu's grandson was deaf-mute, and weighed only 90 kilograms at the age of 18. The person who was killed was 25 years old, 1.78 meters tall, and weighed 140 kilograms."

After hearing this, Chang Wei went straight to the point and asked, "Is it a frontal fight or an attack from behind?"

"Fight head-on."

"Why do you suspect his grandson?"

"Before the incident, Mr. Qiu's grandson passed by the scene."

"Did his grandson confess his guilt himself?"

"The police said he pleaded guilty, but Mr. Qiu said his grandson was wrongly accused and did not plead guilty at all because he was deaf-mute, so the case has been dragging on."

Chang Wei thought for a moment, looked at the hundreds of people watching outside, and said loudly: "I'll take this case. I'll go to the Municipal Bureau tomorrow to learn about the case. Come over tomorrow at noon and I'll give you a reply."

Liu Wenxia didn't expect Chang Wei to be so straightforward and take over the case without any hesitation.

She sighed inwardly.

Although he is a special commissioner of a ministry, he is still young after all.

It’s not that easy to investigate a case!

However, when she heard that he had captured Ye Zu within two or three days of his arrival, Liu Wenxia still felt a glimmer of hope despite her frustration.

Aren't you coming here hoping that this person can clear the name of Mr. Qiu and his grandson?

When Old Man Qiu heard Chang Wei say this, tears flowed from his eyes and he trembled as he kowtowed to Chang Wei at the gate of the courtyard.

The Dragon Group would never agree to that. With so many people surrounding them, who knows what would happen if the news got out.

After finally seeing the people off, the seven of them returned to the lobby of the guesthouse.

"Chang Wei..." Fan Tuaner hesitated to speak.

"Sister Tuan'er, I know what you mean, but they've come to my door and begged me, I can't refuse."

"I know. I don't blame you for taking this case. But if what happened tonight gets out, I don't know how many people will come to you for help."

"For me, it's just a delay. This is my job. For the people, this may be their last ray of hope." Chang Wei stood in front of the glass window, looking at the night, and sighed: "The sound of firecrackers during the day is still ringing in my ears, and the baskets of fruits and eggs are still in my mind."

I came from hell and am going to heaven. In this world, I want to stop for a while and ask for a ray of light to shine into the darkness.

After hearing what he said, the others were silent.

The next day, at Yanbei Detention Center, Chang Wei met Old Man Qiu's grandson.

He was a skinny boy.

At the age of eighteen, he was only about 1.6 meters tall and probably weighed less than 90 kilograms. There were some bruises on his face. He was too timid to look up and meet Chang Wei's eyes.

Chang Wei flipped through the file in his hand.

One night half a year ago, 25-year-old Gao De was killed by someone who stabbed his throat on his way home.

Although the deceased was killed with one knife, there were still many scars on his body, which obviously showed that a fight had taken place before.

Looking at the photos of the deceased taken at the scene, and then looking at the little chick in front of me, the size difference between the two is so huge, do they really have the capital to fight?

But nothing can be absolute.

In the interrogation records, Qiu Xiaosuo pleaded guilty and put his fingerprints on the confession.

"He is deaf-mute. How did you interrogate him?" Chang Wei looked at the investigators accompanying him.

The man swallowed and whispered, "We have a disabled people's mutual aid association here. There are volunteers who voluntarily help the deaf and mute. They understand sign language."

"Did you ask them to translate?"

"Yes, the deaf-mute people we encountered before who committed crimes were all helped by them."

"Before? Did many deaf-mutes commit crimes?"

"Most of them can't hear or speak, and they can't do many jobs. Their lives are still very difficult." I don't know if it was because he was afraid of Chang Wei or because he had good intentions, but he didn't belittle the deaf and mute people too much.

Chang Wei nodded, met the little chicken's timid gaze, raised his right hand, extended his index finger, then clenched his fist and gave a thumbs up.

Qiu Xiaosuo's eyes widened in disbelief, and after a while he trembled as he made the same gesture.

Then the interrogation room fell silent. Everyone watched Chang Wei chatting with Qiu Xiaosuo as if he was pinching his fingers and performing magic spells.

A quarter of an hour later, Qiu Xiaosuo's face was covered with tears and he was crying hoarsely in the interrogation room.

Chang Wei's face was as cold as ice. He sat on the chair motionless like a statue. No one was allowed to approach him.

"Zhang Long and Zhao Hu."

"arrive."

"Ask the comrades from the Municipal Bureau to lead the way and bring back the volunteer who is responsible for translating this case... No, bring back all the volunteers from this Deaf-Mute Mutual Aid Association."

"Yes."

PS: We had a meeting yesterday, which was broadcast live from the Eastern Conference. It was very powerful.

The loving mother holds the sword in her hand, and chops her rebellious son. The sword is tempered with iodine, and she chops away as she does so.