I make a living solving crimes.

Zhang Xunan lay on the small bed anxiously, looking at the ginkgo tree at the street corner through the window.

When the wind blows, the leaves of the ginkgo trees turn from green to yellow, and the golden leaves float all over the sky and land on the sidewalk, making a rustling sound under your feet when you walk.

He did not feel the slightest bit of beauty or poetry in such scenery, but rather it was somewhat desolate.

He just watched the sun set, and the moon did not show up as expected.

After dark, the streets were noisy for a while with people returning home from get off work, and then gradually became quiet.

The daytime in the city is like rotating machinery, accompanied by low and rumbling sounds, while the night is like a sleeping girl, gentle and peaceful, with the corners of her mouth slightly upturned and sweet.

He likes this city.

Compared with Cangzhou, where supplies were scarce and facilities were backward, life in the capital made him linger.

There was a knock on the door. He stood up suddenly, listened for a while, opened the door a crack and looked outside. It was his younger brother Zhang Xuxi.

"Second brother, aren't you feeling too cramped?" Zhang Xuxi walked in and looked at the small space of only ten square meters, not understanding it.

What's the point of hiding here when you can't live in the spacious yard at home?

This is Shanjiankou Hutong, next to the overpass. The hutong is full of small shops, which are what later generations called family hotels - single rooms in their already tight houses are partitioned off for rent.

The people who live here are the poorest people at the bottom of Tianqiao, and they are also the earliest migrants to Beijing.

When Master Hou Baolin first arrived in Beijing from Tianjin, he performed on the street at the Xinmin Teahouse in Tianqiao. When he had nowhere to stay, he stayed here for one cent a night.

Zhang Xunan also stayed here when he came to Beijing with his elder brother Zhang Xudong.

He let his third brother in and locked the door, "Before Chang Wei is killed, I will hide here for the time being."

This was a bit embarrassing for Tianqiao Boss, but now he had recognized the fact that the other party was from the Six Gates of the government, and his underworld rules were useless.

Zhang Xuxi glanced at his second brother with a veiled look in his eyes and advised softly, "It's too risky for us to do this. Those people in the Three Emperors Dao are not good people. If we collude with them and get caught by the public security organs, we will lose our heads."

Zhang Xunan lay back on the bed, put his hands behind his head, and looked up at the ceiling with lifeless eyes. "Even if we don't take the Three Emperors Road, we will lose our heads if we are caught."

Zhang Xuxi's breathing stagnated. He walked to the bed and sat down without saying a word.

The room fell silent.

After a while, he lit a cigarette and smoked, "Second brother, how about we go?"

"Go, where can we go?"

"Let's go back to Cangzhou."

"I don't even have a hukou, what will I eat when I go back?"

"Then, let's escape to Hong Kong Island."

"I want to go too, but we don't have any money. My eldest brother is a gambler, so he didn't leave much money, and it's all in the hands of my eldest sister-in-law. I've just taken charge of the family, what's the use of tens of thousands of dollars in Hong Kong Island? Do we brothers have to start all over again if we go there?"

"As long as we have someone in our hands, we can start over. Second brother, I also recruited a new person today. That kid is very smart."

Zhang Xunan was persuaded by his brothers and was also thinking about fleeing.

But in the end, I can’t bear to give up the foundation I have laid.

Wait a minute, if Chang Wei dies, he will work for another half a year and leave when he has saved enough money.

The two brothers smoked silently, each thinking about their own thoughts.

Little did he know that the alley was already filled with police officers.

Before several pedestrians could even say anything, they were covered with their mouths and dragged away.

"Here?"

"Number 93...Yes."

"Come in."

Wei Qianjun waved his hand and led the team to the front.

"boom"

The door was slammed open and Zhang Xunan jumped up from the bed. Before he could jump out of the window, the muzzle of a gun was pressed against his crotch.

He stood on the bed, Wei Qianjun held the gun with a smile...

Gun muzzle against gun muzzle.

"Put your hands up."

"Don't move."

Zhang Xuxi had no time to react. He continued to sit on the edge of the bed in a daze until he was awakened by the heat from the cigarette butt.

"How...how did you know we were hiding here?"

Zhang Xuxi spoke with difficulty, his voice was dry and hoarse.

Outside the house, Du Ye thought for a moment and decided not to show up.

It's really not kind to rub salt into the wound.

Those who live in the nearby shops are the lowest class of people in Tianqiao. It is not easy for them to make money, and they are often exploited for protection fees. When they heard that Zhang Xunan was arrested, they all ran out to watch the excitement.

When the two brothers were escorted out, the streets were filled with cheers.

Last time I said God is a girl, it was unfair.

This time it’s still god is a girl – God has eyes!

The gangsters who hang around on Tianqiao have been taught since childhood not to have any connections with the government.

But at this moment, they felt that it was really good to have a government that represented the people!

Before the Tianqiao operation began, Chang Wei hid in the office to "perform a ritual", and when he came out he was holding two files of missing children in his hands.

These are the two children with the best academic performance among all the children reported missing.

Now they are all in the same position.

After obtaining the address, six police stations, two branches, and more than one hundred police officers took prompt action.

Chang Wei arrived at the scene, looked at the surrounded warehouse, and asked the police officers of the Criminal Investigation Brigade quietly: "Whose is this?"

"It used to be the steel mill's transfer warehouse. Before the joint venture, Lou Hongyang took it back and used it to store old items from his various trust properties."

"Lou Hongyang...you mean Lou Bancheng?"

"Yes, you also know this person?"

"Lou is half the city, it's already half the city, how could I not know?"

At this time, the encirclement had been completed, and the commando team composed of veteran soldiers from each police station and backbone members of the two branches were ready.

Several veterans from special forces companies sneaked in, easily set up a human ladder, and looked inside through the tall windows.

Outside the yard, Chang Wei was leaning against the wall, and with his sharp eyes he could see what was happening in the warehouse.

Half of the warehouse was filled with all kinds of sundries, and the remaining space was filled with more than a dozen tables and chairs of various colors.

This was originally Lou Bancheng's warehouse for storing sundries, and there was no shortage of tables, chairs, and benches.

A gray-haired old man sat alone drinking under the candlelight, two men with guns were standing guard inside the gate, and the rest of the people, including the children, were lying on the mats against the wall and had fallen asleep.

The findings of several soldiers' reconnaissance were consistent with his: no secret sentry was found.

Zhang Youde laughed at the mob and began to assign combat tasks.

Chang Wei didn't dare to show off in such occasions.

When it comes to fighting, any one of them is better than him.

His attention was not on the action, but on the "saint" who had never appeared.

Did she not come to the capital, or did she not live here, or did she just happen to be out?

Thinking about it, accompanied by Fan Tuaner, he walked half a circle around the outer wall of the warehouse, suddenly stopped and looked at the two-story building not far away.

In the dark night, the small building only showed its outline in the moonlight, but on the rooftop, the All-Seeing Eye clearly marked a name, and the occupation column read: Holy Maiden of the Three Emperors.