I make a living solving crimes.

People in Tianjin are easy to chat with. It’s another alley and a courtyard, and people still keep coming to visit after dinner.

The tea at home has been changed three times, but Mother Ji is still full of enthusiasm.

The uncle who lived opposite Ji Xiaowang came over with his hands behind his back. Seeing that Ji's father was drunk, he laughed at his drinking capacity and pulled Ji Xiaowang to ask about his affairs.

"Are you the deputy section chief now?"

Ji Xiaowang knew that his son was about the same age as him and was also a team leader in the unit. He smiled implicitly and said, "It's just the treatment of a deputy section chief, not a real deputy section chief."

The uncle smiled instantly and continued to ask, "How much does this deputy section-level salary earn you?"

Ji Xiaowang considered it for a moment and hesitantly said, "About fifty or sixty dollars."

"That's not much." The smile on the uncle's face became brighter and brighter, and even his voice became louder. He urged Ji Xiaowang to work hard and strive to get a regular job as soon as possible, and then he went back staggeringly.

Ji Xiaowang looked at his back, smiled and shook his head.

This is probably human nature.

I hate you for having, laugh at you for not having, dislike you for being poor, and fear you for being rich.

These are what Chang Wei usually says during conversations.

Ji Xiaowang knew that Chang Wei was doing very well outside, but when he returned home, he never got involved in what was happening in the yard and was always very low-key when speaking to others.

He said that the only people in this world who expect them to be rich and powerful are parents and thieves.

The values ​​in the courtyard where Chang Wei lives are: the worst neighbors are the ones, the neighbors I dislike the most are those who live better than me, and the ones I dislike even more are those who are related to me.

The uncle walked back leisurely and patted his son on the shoulder, "Keep working hard, Xiao Ji next door has already become a deputy section chief."

"Deputy Section Chief? That's a proper cadre."

"Well, it's just the salary of a deputy section chief. I heard it's only fifty or sixty yuan a month, not much more than you."

"Only fifty or sixty? That's not right. A deputy section chief earns nearly a hundred per month...Is he bragging?"

"Well, if you say so, then it's hard to say. This guy was just a handyman when he was in Tianjin. He has only been in Beijing for three months. How could he become an official so quickly?"

"Tsk, the dog has horns on its head - just pretending."

......

The heating was on in the small western-style building of the Municipal Bureau Hotel. Chang Wei was lying on the sofa with a book covering his face, snoring.

Books are indeed a magical tool for hypnosis.

There are generally two uses for books at night: one is to cover your face, and the other is to cover the instant noodle bucket.

He vaguely heard the light click of the door lock, then smelled a familiar smell, so he closed his eyes and refused to move.

"Aren't you afraid of catching a cold?" A clear and gentle female voice complained softly. Footsteps sounded, and after a moment, a blanket was draped over his body.

It would be bad to pretend to be dead anymore, so Chang Wei sighed and sat up hugging the blanket. The book on his face fell on him, and when he opened his eyes he saw a delicate face.

"Did I bother you?" Fan Tuan'er poured a cup of hot water with a guilty look on her face, picked up the book from Chang Wei's body and looked at the cover. "Flower Shadows Behind the Curtain? Who wrote this?"

Chang Wei reached out to take the book back, yawned and said, "It was written by an idler in the late Ming and early Qing dynasties about the Jin soldiers slaughtering Yangzhou City."

After saying that, he casually stuffed the book into the gap between his back and the sofa, took a sip of tea and said, "Did you find out?"

"We found it. It's in Caixu Village. Ren Junqiu's mother was buried there after she died in 1942. His father was buried there after he died in 1944. In 1945, Ren Junqiu repaired the tomb and built a mound with bricks and stones."

"Four or five years?"

"August."

Chang Wei was silent for a moment, then he sighed heavily and said, "We need to dig up the graves."

Fan Tuaner knew that this guy had an inexplicable fear of some metaphysical things, so he said, "Let me take charge. I'm not afraid."

Chang Wei remained silent, still muttering, "Black dog blood, black donkey hooves, I wonder if it's easy to buy glutinous rice in Tianjin?"

Fan Tuan'er was confused and had no idea what Chang Wei was talking about. She patted his arm gently and asked, "What are you thinking about?"

"Nothing, just hysteria." Chang Wei patted his head to wake himself up completely, "Let's get up early tomorrow."

“Who should be involved?”

"Let's send people from both the Public Security Bureau and the Investigation Bureau. If they find someone, they can share the credit together. If they don't, they can all take the blame together."

Fan Tuan'er was amused by his words and pulled the blanket over to tidy it up. "Go back to bed when you wake up. You can still lie down for a few more hours."

Chang Wei nodded, reached behind his back to take the book, took the blanket handed to him by Fan Tuaner, and staggered back to the room.

In a picturesque place on the outskirts of Tianjin City, dozens of police officers and investigators drove away and isolated the people.

Of course, there are no high mountains in Tianjin. The so-called mountains are just small mounds.

It was a rare event for the government to open a coffin in any era, and many people at the foot of the mountain were chattering about it.

There is not much farm work in winter, so it is rare to see something lively, and people from several nearby villages gathered around.

Chang Wei told the two bureaus that he wanted to open the coffin and conduct an autopsy in order to investigate an old case.

Although we don’t know what the case is, it will not stop the two bureaus from actively cooperating.

Ren Junqiu bought this piece of cemetery from the villagers of Caixu Village. He was not a local, so naturally no elders would come out to stop him. The villagers also did not get indignant and just watched the fun with laughter.

Chang Wei listened to the whispers of the people and muttered quietly.

Chang Wei listened to the whispers of the people and muttered quietly.

Seeking dragons and dividing gold, looking at the winding mountains,

Each level of entanglement is a level of difficulty.

If there is an 80% risk of closing the door,

It does not go beyond the shape of Yin and Yang Bagua.

Zhang Long and Zhao Hu inexplicably felt that these words were very meaningful.

If they were not standing in front of the tombstone, they might really think that this guy understood Feng Shui.

Chang Wei looked at the majestic tomb in front of him. The bricks on the burial mound had already shown signs of weathering, and most of his worries were gone.

He picked up the Luoyang shovel brought by the Municipal Bureau and chopped the mud at the edge of the tomb. Then he lifted it up and started to dig a exploratory hole skillfully.

“The team leader has so many meetings.”

"Didn't he catch a grave robber?"

"Just because you've caught a tomb robber, you'll start robbing tombs again? I've even caught a flower thief before."

Chang Wei ignored the discussions of Zhang Long and Zhao Hu, dug the exploration hole about one meter deeper, and used the system to sense the space.

He can find even a earthworm within one meter.

He stopped what he was doing, looked at the name on the tombstone, and silently said in his heart: I'm sorry, blame your son if you want to. "

"Expand the scope of martial law." He gave the order, found Fan Tuan'er, and whispered, "Immediately find someone to call back and send troops over."

Fan Tuan'er's eyes flashed, and he glanced coldly at the villagers under the hill and whispered, "Are you sure?"

Chang Wei was heartbroken and covered his chest, saying, "This was originally all my money."

Seeing him doing mischief, a smile suddenly appeared on Fan Tuaner's stern face.

If Chang Wei didn't say anything, and quietly killed Ren Junqiu, and then searched the tomb slowly by himself, the money in the tomb might really be his.

This younger brother is really nice.

The minister must be asked to go to Haizi to discuss this matter.