I make a living solving crimes.

The sun is shining in the sky, Zhang Long and Zhao Hu are smiling, and the birds are flying around and pooping everywhere.

In the rice field, Song Yucheng rode his bicycle skillfully, and when he encountered flat ground, he occasionally dared to let go of his hands and let go of the handlebars.

The wind was gentle and warm, brushing across his face quietly, taking away years of accumulated depression and making him feel extremely refreshed and happy.

Chang Wei was standing not far away and watching.

He couldn't understand what the villagers were saying, and the system hadn't yet rewarded him with a complete dialect list. It was fine in the north, but in the south, he might not be able to hear anyone scolding him in front of them while smiling.

The reason why I wanted to look at Song Yucheng with my omniscient eyes was just out of curiosity.

In this day and age, it is difficult for a country farmer to master riding a bicycle.

Whether he was gliding on one foot, swinging his legs to get on the bike, or releasing the handlebars, Song Yucheng's movements were smooth and fluid, and he was definitely not at the level of a beginner.

It turned out to be a big case.

Ahaha, whether Du Ye is there or not, I am the sin-nemesis.

"Team leader, what's the situation with this guy? Can you give us a glimpse first?" Zhang Long sent Zhao Hu to call for help, and he shamelessly approached Chang Wei to pass out cigarettes.

"Do you know the Dregs Cave?"

"...You mean the one in Yamashiro?"

"Yes, this guy should be from there. The Investigation Department has a wanted warrant for him."

Fan Tuaner blinked and did not expose Chang Wei.

The Investigation Department does have a lot of wanted posters, but they only have a name and crime, and many people don't even have photos. It's impossible for Chang Wei to recognize a former spy just walking on the street.

He was blatantly talking nonsense in front of him.

The more this happened, the happier she became.

That means his level of trust in himself is higher than that of Zhang Long and Zhao Hu.

Yes, within the Dragon Group, Chang Wei actually has different levels of closeness and distance.

Although he was reluctant to admit it, the people he trusted the most were actually Fan Tuaner and Du Ye who came later.

Then came Li Laifu, Jiang Hongxia, Wu Jimao, and Ji Xiaowang.

Finally there are Zhang Long and Zhao Hu.

What was given to Du Ye was one-fifth of the physical constitution fruit, and what was given to Wu Jimao was the "Smiling Half-Budian" mixed with bitter gourd.

If it was Zhang Long or Zhao Hu, he might not even take out the Hanxiao Banbudian.

Everyone in the Dragon Group knows that Chang Wei can sense the evil spirit from criminals, but only Fan Tuaner, Du Ye and the Three Lucky Treasures know that Chang Wei can actually sense more information from criminals.

Chang Wei often said that Wu Jimao was pretending to be stupid, because this guy never talked about Chang Wei's abilities in other people's eyes.

He has an open mind.

"This guy committed countless crimes in Zhazidong. He also killed more than 30 of our comrades before liberation. The Investigation Department has been looking for him."

Chang Wei couldn't wait to say the name of that great woman, long gown, white scarf, short hair...

Unfortunately, the God of Audit had already struck down his wrath twice. Chang Wei looked up at the sky, sighed helplessly, and let Zhang Long guess.

When Zhang Long looked at Song Yucheng again, he no longer felt only the enthusiasm and excitement of making great achievements, but also the coldness and chillness of his deep hatred for the enemy.

They are the second generation, but they are the red second generation.

Coming back from the war years, every family has had relatives or friends sacrificed by the enemy’s bullets or guillotines.

This is not a question of stance, nor is it about each serving his own master. This is a war, a revolution in which one fights to the death.

Less than half an hour later, Zhao Hu pulled Zheng Li and ran to Chang Wei, panting.

On the ridge of the field, he looked at his nervous peers and said with a smile: "Don't be nervous. I don't understand the dialects of the members. I feel that your Mandarin is pretty good, so I came to ask you about the situation."

Zheng Li suddenly felt relieved and wiped the sweat off his forehead with his sleeve. "Leader, what do you want to ask?"

"Do you know that guy?" Chang Wei pointed to the front of the brigade office, "The one who teaches people how to ride a bike."

"I know him, Song Yucheng, a model worker of our commune."

"He is from this village... Is he born and raised in this village?"

"No, he came later like my family." Zheng Li shook his head and recalled for a moment: "He came late. I remember that when he came to the village, I was just in primary school."

"Yes, this man is a spy." Chang Wei nodded gently and continued calmly: "Call him over. If you catch him, it will be your merit."

The young man's face turned pale instantly, and then quickly regained color. He glanced at the crowd in front of the brigade department, his Adam's apple slid down with difficulty, and asked in a dry voice: "Leader, who are you?"

Chang Wei smiled and took out his work ID. "We are special commissioners from the Investigation Department, responsible for catching spies."

Zheng Li did not dare to take the red book from Chang Wei's hand. He stood there at a loss, not daring to move.

Fan Tuan'er felt sorry for his brother, so he walked up to him and said gently, "Don't be afraid. I asked you to come here to give you a chance to make a contribution."

"No, no, I'm not afraid of spies." The young man explained anxiously, trying to straighten his chest. "I know this is a meritorious service, but I don't know why you gave me this opportunity?"

Chang Wei smiled.

It seems that this peer is not stupid.

Zheng Li was an educated person. Although he didn't understand what level of spy Song Yucheng was, he knew that it was an extremely honorable thing to catch a spy.

Besides the honor, there may be some practical benefits.

But he really didn't understand. It was obvious that he didn't need to be used. With the abilities of these people, the militia would definitely obey orders.

His parents taught him since he was a child that nothing good falls from the sky, only bird poop falls from the sky.

"No reason, I just like you and we can chat. After all, we are about the same age, and you are one of the few people in the village who has finished junior high school." Chang Wei waved his hand nonchalantly, "You speak in an orderly manner and you don't blush when you brag."

At the beginning, Fan Tuaner was listening carefully, but when she heard the last sentence, she couldn't help but coughed twice, glanced at Zhang Long and Zhao Hu who were laughing silently, and rolled her eyes at Chang Wei in annoyance.

Didn’t we just say that the yield per mu is 3,000 kilograms?

What can I do if he doesn't say so?

"Do you have any questions?" Chang Wei ignored Fan Tuan'er and saw Zheng Li shaking his head, and ordered: "Go."

"Okay, leader, I'll call him over now."

He didn't walk far, but walked a few steps forward along the ridge of the field, put his hands around his mouth to make a trumpet shape, and shouted towards the rice field: "Uncle Song, Uncle Hu, the investigators from the city want to ask you about the situation, come over here."

Chang Wei looked at him admiringly, walked over to Fan Tuan'er, and muttered, "Your family has really good genes."

In her puzzled look, he continued, "This kid is born to be an official. He doesn't even blink or blush when he lies."

In the face of Fan Tuan'er's angry eyes, he smiled calmly, "He is very smart. He even knew to call two people. I will ask him privately later if he is willing to work at the Public Security Bureau or the Investigation Bureau."