I make a living solving crimes.

The sun is still dazzling in the afternoon, scattered on the land of Tianjin. European-style buildings are scattered around and the traditional snacks are fragrant.

Chang Wei walked on the street full of light and shadow, stepping on the fallen leaves, and every step followed the rhythm of culture.

He looked up at the two- or three-story villas that were lined up all around him, then looked up at the blue sky.

Unlike the capital city which is plagued by sandstorms every year, perhaps because it is located on the sea, the sky here is clearer than in the capital city.

Jiang Hongxia looked at Chang Wei's raised neck and jokingly asked, "Why, do you want to fly to the sky now?"

"Although humans have hair under their armpits, they cannot fly." Wu Jimao explained his point very seriously.

"What nonsense are you talking about?" Jiang Hongxia blushed. Why should God have anything to do with armpit hair?

"Birds can fly to the sky because they have feathers, right?"

“Are feathers the same as armpit hair?”

Chang Wei withdrew his gaze and shook his head, not wanting to communicate with these two smart people.

Just now, when he looked at the surrounding buildings and the sky, he did feel inexplicably emotional.

Sixty years later, people walking on this street will see the same sky.

The two wise men, Crouching Dragon and Phoenix, were still arguing about how to go to heaven. Li Laifu couldn't stand it anymore and walked to Chang Wei's side. "In your opinion, does this matter have anything to do with the spies?"

Chang Wei thought for a moment, shook his head and said, "There is no direct evidence now, but the couple was definitely murdered. The murder happened right after Wei Huandi was released from prison. It's hard to say it wasn't murder to silence him. Wei Huandi must have some intelligence or information, so someone couldn't wait to kill him."

"So where should we start next?"

"Let the municipal bureau investigate first."

After confirming that Wei Huandi and his wife were murdered, he handed over the investigation rights of the case back to the Jinmen Municipal Bureau.

Tianjin is the main body of the case investigation, and they are just supervisors.

Everyone in the Municipal Bureau was very cooperative. If Chang Wei still wanted to seize the right to handle the case by relying on his status as a special commissioner of a ministry, it would be like Li Shimin changing the reign title - a violation of martial ethics.

Captain Qiu has already taken his men to the welfare home.

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The reception unit under the jurisdiction of the Tianjin Municipal Bureau is not called a guesthouse, but a hotel.

Now that this name can be used, you can tell that the environment is good without going in to see it.

A dozen small Western-style buildings are hidden among the greenery, appearing and disappearing. There is a distance of 20 to 30 meters between each building, which is comparable to the luxurious villa areas in later generations.

The Dragon Group lived in an independent small building with three floors, and they were equipped with their own cooks and waiters.

At the dining table in the living room, Jiang Hongxia and Wu Jimao were still discussing matters related to heaven.

Although there were few reports in China, the Dragon Team could still hear snippets from the international community that both superpowers were planning to enter space.

Only Chang Wei knew that three years later, humans would actually walk in space.

Ten years later, a human spacecraft finally landed on the moon.

Chinese people also yearn for the sky. From bamboo dragonflies to kites, from the wingsuit warriors under Wang Mang to Wan Hu's manned rockets, from Chang'e flying to the moon to ascending to heaven from the ground, they have never stopped exploring the sky.

We have always had primitive and simple dreams about heaven.

Feng Ru once made a great vow: "If I fail to achieve my goal, I would rather die than do it.

The first aircraft designed by the Chinese came only six years later than the rest of the world.

Seventy years from now, our space station will be unique in the universe.

Putting aside these messy emotions, Chang Wei listened to Du Ye reporting the intelligence he had collected in the afternoon.

His ancestors were from Tianjin, and although he had learned a lot of Tianjin accent from his grandmother, this was his first time here and he had no idea where to go.

Ji Xiaowang was only responsible for driving and refused to give any suggestions.

Finally, Du Ye decided to go and see Wei Huan’s twelve-year-old child, hoping to get some useful information.

So I met Zheng Moyong by chance in the welfare home.

He and Wei Huandi were from the same hometown and village, and were buddies who played together when they were young.

It was Wei Huandi who introduced Zheng Moyong to Tianjin from Shandong Province. At that time, Wei Huandi was already working at the Baolong Auto Repair Factory. The two met when they returned home to worship their ancestors. Zheng Moyong knew that he was in Tianjin now, so he asked him to help keep an eye out for jobs.

Whatever I do, it's better than staying in the countryside.

Until the millennium, except for a few villages, life in cities was several times or even dozens of times better than in the countryside.

At that time, Wei Huandi agreed casually.

Zheng Moyong also thought that he was just trying to please him and did not hold out much hope. After all, Wei Huan left when he was eight years old and the two had not seen each other for 10 to 20 years.

Who would have thought that two months later, Wei Huandi wrote to him, saying that he had found a job as a handyman in a grain warehouse and also sent him travel expenses to Tianjin.

Men's friendships are sometimes strange.

Hearing this, Chang Wei remembered how nine brothers outside the ward collected 500,000 yuan in one hour.

From then on, Zheng Moyong and Wei Huandi and his wife had regular contacts.

After liberation, the granary was taken over and turned into a grain station, and he naturally became a formal worker. However, Wei Huandi was sentenced to prison because of his identity as a member of the Military Control Commission.

Considering their past friendship, he did not avoid suspicion and would visit Han Shaozhen and the children with a gift every New Year.

This is true brotherhood, not the kind of love that Cao Cao said, "I will support your wife and children myself."

The timeline goes back to the afternoon, at the welfare home.

Du Ye and Zheng Moyong sat on the steps in front of the door, smoking and reminiscing about the past. Ji Xiaowang sat beside them, taking notes.

"You are a man of integrity and righteousness." Du Ye praised him, extinguished his cigarette on the steps, and asked curiously, "Did you know that he was released yesterday?"

"I only know that he is coming back, but I don't know the exact date." Zheng Moyong explained: "Yesterday I went to pick up our deputy station chief. He came back from a family visit. He was injured when Tianjin was liberated, and one of his legs is disabled, so it is a bit inconvenient for him to walk."

"Oh, old revolutionary, have you greeted Wei Huandi?"

"No, I was just about to go, but then our deputy station chief's car arrived, so I thought about visiting the family again today."

When he said this, Zheng Moyong felt a little sad. After a moment of silence, he continued, "I found out that both of them were gone when I arrived at their yard. Their bodies were in the Public Security Bureau and I couldn't offer sacrifices to them, so I bought some things and came to the welfare home to see the children."

He paused for a moment and asked expectantly, "Comrade Public Security, can I adopt their child?"

Du Ye didn't understand and could only look at Ji Xiaowang.

Ji Xiaowang worked in the General Affairs Section of the Municipal Bureau for two years and was very familiar with the laws and regulations. "According to the policy, you should first ask the relatives of Wei Huandi and Han Shaozhen. If they both give up, the child will be raised by the state. Only then can you propose adoption."

"There is no one left in Wei Huandi's family. He fled the country to escape famine, and all his family members died." Zheng Moyong sighed, and his heart became heavier when he thought of his good friend's rough life.

Du Ye tried to persuade him for a few words, but Ji Xiaowang poked him in the leg. He then came to his senses and changed the subject, "Do you remember what the man who was chatting with Wei Huandi looked like?"

Zheng Moyong recalled, and after a while he said, "He was about 40 years old, wearing a brown jacket with no buttons fastened, a white shirt underneath, and carrying a black briefcase. I saw the words Wire Factory, and there was a wicker box at his feet."