I make a living solving crimes.

When we returned to the Dongcheng Branch, it was brightly lit.

Jiang Hongxia and Wu Jimao were interrogating Zhang Xunan who was brought back first.

He sat on the chair with his head hung down, his face unclear, his body half-crouched, his hands handcuffed to the small table, and he refused to speak no matter how Jiang Hongxia questioned him.

In fact, his confession is not important. The existing evidence is enough to sentence him to death.

Jiang Hongxia didn't care about his confession, she just wanted to know one thing - where was the stolen money?

His home and hiding place were searched, but nothing was found.

"Drag him to the toilet for interrogation." Chang Wei yawned and offered his personal opinion.

He just wanted to close the case as quickly as possible, certainly not because this guy was looking for someone to kill him.

The young tiger from Gulou is a magnanimous person, how could he be jealous of others over such a small matter?

Jiang Hongxia hesitated for a moment and whispered, "Isn't this against the rules? He's not a spy."

Chang Wei waved his hand and called a policeman from the anti-theft team. He pointed to the "Interrogation Room" sign hanging on the door and said politely, "Excuse me, please hang this sign at the door of the men's restroom."

The young policeman was stunned for a while before he reacted and ran to remove the sign.

The toilet has terrazzo floors, so it's easier to clean than the interrogation room, right?

Jiang Hongxia swallowed the words that were about to come out of her mouth.

Okay, as long as you are satisfied!

In the toilet, the stripped Zhang Xunan covered his buttocks with his hands, looking horrified.

He thought his third brother's homosexuality was outrageous enough, but he didn't expect that he even started to not avoid people in the Public Security Bureau.

Ten minutes later, he was flying freely, wailing.

A pig celebrating the New Year, a frightened donkey, a criminal being executed, and a fish coming ashore.

The struggling posture is the same.

Fan Tuan'er covered her nose and walked away a few steps, looking at Chang Wei in annoyance, "Can't you change this? It always stinks, and what's the use of this diarrhea?"

Chang Wei smoked a cigarette without answering.

Women are so childish.

Social death is sometimes more terrifying than death itself.

Wu Jimao drove Jiang Hongxia away and stood guard at the toilet door with a crutch, with toilet paper stuffed in his ears and nostrils.

Chang Wei walked over and handed over a cigarette, "Can you put your feet on the ground now?"

"It still won't work. It will probably take at least a month."

"My grandfather will come to live in the city later and help you find out if there is any secret recipe passed down from generation to generation. Otherwise, it would be inappropriate for you to go to your father-in-law's house on New Year's Day like this!"

"That would be great."

"When are you going to get married?"

"Let's discuss it after the elders from both sides meet. We'll plan to get engaged next year and get married the year after."

"You're going to have to put it off for another year? Won't you be old enough next year?"

"She said next year is a widow's year."

"This kind of talk is heard every year." Chang Wei sneered and said casually, "What is she afraid of? It's not her who died anyway."

"Yes, I have to talk to her about what she is afraid of."

After saying that, he really went to find Jiang Hongxia on crutches.

Fan Tuaner sneered and came over to pat Chang Wei, "Just mess around, he's stupid to begin with, and you're teasing him."

"I'm doing this for his own good. How can a communist fighter be superstitious?"

"I see you care about their affairs?"

"Alas, it's not easy to make money." Chang Wei sighed, and seeing that Fan Tuan'er didn't understand, he taught her, "If you have classmates, colleagues, etc. who are interested in each other, try to bring them together."

“What does this have to do with making money?”

"It can save a lot of money!"

Fan Tuaner was almost convinced by this twisted logic.

After being washed and dressed, Zhang Xunan sat back in the interrogation room, water still dripping from his hair and shivering with cold.

At this moment, no matter what Jiang Hongxia asked, he had already learned to answer quickly.

He hid the money under a manure tank in his yard.

Hearing this, the faces of several young policemen from the anti-theft squad turned pale.

A manure tank!

It’s not frozen yet!

Cao Pi's father-in-law is drinking - Zhen Ji's father is drunk!

If Chang Wei hadn't refused, they would have wanted to take this guy to the toilet for another half an hour.

......

It was just getting light in the sky and there was no news from Xishan yet, but the tens of thousands of stolen money hidden in Zhang Xunan's home had been seized.

After receiving the money, Chang Wei smiled and told Jiang Hongxia to take it back and put it into Aunt Song's account.

The gold of the Three Emperors Dao must be turned in, and the remaining cash will be divided among the two branches and the six major factions.

Fortunately, the arrest of Zhang Xunan was entirely carried out by the Anti-Pickpocketing Squad, and all the stolen money was deposited into the Dragon Group’s slush fund.

As an independent organization, it does not ask for a penny from its superiors, raises funds on its own, and has a small treasury that no one can complain about.

After a simple wash, Chang Wei led his men into the overpass.

This place declined for a time in the late Qing Dynasty, but became prosperous again in the early years of the Republic of China because the Changdian Temple Fair was moved to the Tianqiao intersection.

In the early days of the founding of New China, Tianqiao was still the largest urban entertainment center in old Beijing.

In the 50s, this place was crowded with various folk artists and tourists. It was also a must-see destination for tourists visiting Beijing at that time. There were to people visiting here every day, and the number doubled during holidays.

There is the largest free market in Beijing here. Not only is there a lot to see, but there are also countless foods to eat, including tofu pudding, fried liver, braised small intestines, steamed cakes, sausages, pot stickers, fried dough rings and hundreds of other snacks.

The next year, the overpass was banned as a "black market", and from then on, there were few people and vehicles on it, it became deserted and gradually disappeared.

At that time, I could only sigh: the scene of all things thriving and flourishing is still before my eyes!

The biggest topic today is the arrest of Zhang Xunan’s gang.

Alvin and the Alpaca started singing new lyrics while tapping the bone board.

"A good government, loves the poor, beats down the gangs and turns the people over. The Public Security Bureau, catches the bad guys, so that we can be down-to-earth and fight with bones, fight with bones, smile, and build the country with all walks of life working hard..."

The overpass has been controlled by various forces ever since street performers began to gather there, and it was not until today that it was completely cleared.

Those theft gangs previously controlled by Zhang Xunan did not know that they were also within the scope of the crackdown. Without the boss who collected protection fees, they became more unscrupulous and united as one to prepare for a big effort to have a good New Year.

However, they did not expect that the anti-theft team had completely surrounded the area, from Tianqiao South Street in the east to Fuchang Street in the west, from Yong'an Road in the north to Beiwei Road in the south, and there were plainclothes police everywhere.

Chang Wei, Lai Fu, Xiao Wang, Zhang Long and Zhao Hu walked swaggeringly on the street.

A young man had just stolen a few apples from a fruit stall, and before he could take a few steps away, Zhang Long grabbed him.

He was pressed to the ground, his hands were handcuffed behind his back, and he said in a daze: "Brother, I just stole a few apples, is it that serious?"

Zhang Long first showed his work ID to the people watching around him, then slapped the man on the back of his head and said calmly, "Stealing a few apples? There was once a monkey who was imprisoned for five hundred years just for stealing a peach. Do you think it's that serious?"

The man was knocked unconscious and it took him a while to figure out who the monkey was.

Although he has never been to school, this is Tianqiao and there are storytellers everywhere.

How could he be compared with that monkey?

Although Zhang Long has been hanging around on the flyover since he was a child, he is a well-educated man, otherwise how would he know the story of his sister-in-law opening her mouth.

Unlike when he was a child, ten years ago he would spit whenever he opened his mouth, but ten years later he would talk whenever he opened his mouth.

The cases presented were so impressive that one would applaud.