I make a living solving crimes.

The singing in the west wing stopped for a while, and the young policewomen came out of the room, moving their sore fingers and chatting and laughing.

Although they are all A, since it is called a scenic spot by Chang Wei, the scenery must be excellent.

It instantly added a lot of color to the courtyard.

Zhang Long pulled Zhao Hu to join their group chat queue.

He was also very concerned about his friend's marriage.

They are all police officers, in the same Dragon Group, and are doing pre-trial work. The young policewomen have cheerful and generous personalities, and they became familiar with each other after just a few words.

"My name is Zhang Long, and he is Zhao Hu. Comrade, what are your names?" Zhang Long pushed the shy and silent Zhao Hu forward and took the initiative to introduce them.

No matter how young the policewoman is, she is still a woman. She naturally understood what Zhang Long meant. She covered her mouth and chuckled, "Hello, comrade. My name is Wang Miao."

Zhao Hu laughed awkwardly and racked his brains to find a topic. "Seconds? Seconds that count?"

Wang Miao shook his head gently, found a dead branch, squatted on the ground and wrote it down.

Zhao Hu suddenly realized: "Comrade, this word is so watery!"

Wang Miao was stunned, not knowing how to respond.

What do you mean I have a lot of water?

Zhao Hu continued to talk to himself, "I've heard people say that when naming a person, you should make up for what is missing from the five elements in the name. You must be missing water, right?"

Wang Miao turned his gaze to his colleague beside him.

Zhang Jingjing got furious on the spot.

so awkward!

Zhang Long and Chang Wei looked at each other, shook their heads and sighed, then walked away.

Otherwise you will be implicated and suffer unexpected disasters.

Finally I know why Zhao Hu can't find a wife.

If you get a chance, put this guy in a gun room and learn more from those little hooligans.

Under the pomegranate tree, Zhang Long watched Zhao Hu still chatting awkwardly, lit a cigarette for Chang Wei, and sighed, "I also understand Aunt Zhao's difficulties."

"He never had a relationship when he was in school?"

"His family was very strict at that time and didn't allow him to talk about it."

"I couldn't find anything to eat in the zoo, and you expect to hunt when you get out?"

"Ah, the team leader sees through everything. By the way, team leader, you are single now too. Did your mother force you to go on a blind date?"

Chang Wei took a look at this guy, wondering whether he should beat him up first.

He slowly reached into his pocket, took out the small notebook, and turned to the page about Zhang Long.

Zhang Long really didn't mean what he said today. When he saw Chang Wei flipping through the notebook, he came to his senses and quickly pleaded, "Team Leader, I was wrong, I was wrong."

As they were chatting and laughing, a sound was heard outside the door. Du Ye came back with a middle-aged couple.

You can tell they are either wealthy or noble just by looking at their clothes. In an era that emphasized hardship and simplicity, the woman actually had her hair permed and wore a pair of big gold earrings.

Her cheeks were slightly red and swollen, and she stared at Du Ye with bloodshot eyes.

After entering the yard, the woman suddenly became excited and yelled hysterically: "What kind of bullshit Dragon Team is this? Tell your team leader to come out. A little brat dared to ride on our heads and poop and pee, and he even dared to let his men beat people up."

Du Ye was stunned, thinking that this woman had learned her lesson and knew what was right, but he didn't expect her to be so stubborn and uneasy.

At this moment, Fan Tuan'er walked over quickly, raised his hand and slapped him twice, "Shut your stinky mouth."

The two slaps were so powerful that the woman was stunned. It took her a while to come back to her senses. She yelled madly: "How dare you hit me? My little cousin, do you know who I am? How dare you hit me?"

"Who are you? Ask your mother if you have a chance." Fan Tuan'er said in a cold tone, with no emotion at all, "If you dare to scold me again, I will break your legs right now."

"My husband Yuan is a deputy-department-level official. What level do you have to dare to hit someone?" The woman continued to shout regardless, but in the end she was frightened by Fan Tuaner's words and did not dare to swear anymore.

Fan Tuaner said nothing. He lifted the collar of his Lenin suit, opened the holster from inside his waist, took out the pistol, and put it against the woman's thigh, squinting his eyes.

Not to mention this woman, no one in the yard dared to say a word.

Maybe because we have seen Fan Tuaner's little face so many times in daily life, everyone has forgotten that she was once called Fan. Be careful with what you say.

The man hung his head in dejection, muttering, "A loving mother often spoils her son. A loving mother often spoils her son."

Chang Wei watched the farce end. He slowly walked over and said in a cold voice: "Deputy District Chief Yuan, I have only heard that if a son is not well-educated, it is the fault of the father. Today, you pushed everything onto your wife and children, but you cleared yourself of all charges."

Deputy District Chief Yuan slowly raised his head and looked at Chang Wei expressionlessly, "Are you Chang Wei from the Dragon Group?"

"What advice do you have for me, Deputy District Chief Yuan?"

"I heard that you are vindictive. My wife was arrested just for calling you. Isn't this inappropriate?"

"Not suitable."

"My wife just cursed a few times, and your people slapped her in the face. Isn't this inappropriate?"

"Well, it's not appropriate."

"Is this how your public security agency handles cases now? Are you planning to torture us into confessing?"

Chang Wei smiled playfully, "Is Deputy District Chief Yuan finished speaking?"

"You...what do you mean?"

Chang Wei put away the smile on his face, his expression gradually turned cold, "Deputy District Chief Yuan is only at the deputy department level, and his rank may not be known. We have two leaders above our Dragon Group, one is the Ministry of Public Security, and the other is the Ministry of Investigation."

Deputy District Chief Yuan’s face suddenly turned pale.

Chang Wei turned around and ordered, "Jiang Hongxia, let your Suzaku team interrogate this noble lady."

The young policewoman took a step forward, stood at attention and said loudly, "Yes, Captain."

Fan Tuan'er said coldly, "Remember what your team leader said before. Treat the enemy as cruelly and ruthlessly as the harsh winter. Let him have a good taste of the iron fist of the dictatorship of the little bastard."

The policewoman knew that Fan Tuan'er was angry because the woman had offended Chang Wei with her rude words. She did not dare to be negligent and quickly responded, "Yes, Political Commissar."

Any time, any place, super detective, handle cases seriously.

In the Dragon Group, they used to be afraid of Chang Wei's little notebook.

Now I realize that Fan Tuaner is the most terrifying one. She doesn’t even have a notebook.

Any grudges were avenged on the spot.

If you curse again, I’ll pull out my gun.

No one could doubt her determination to shoot.

Because that woman's words "little bastard" directly touched Voldemort's sore spot.

Chang Wei did not interfere with Fan Tuaner's opinion. He knew the couple's problems after just a glance. In the end, he would go to the northwest to stay for twenty years even if he didn't eat peanuts.

After Du Ye took Deputy District Chief Yuan to the interrogation room, the man flatly denied providing any information to the spies.

Perhaps frightened by the reputation of the Investigation Department, his head was a mess and he started talking nonsense.

"Young comrade, you are persecuting me."

"We are all family members. We cannot frame people like this."

"Comrades, imperialism is still watching us covetously. We must unite and not engage in infighting!"