I make a living solving crimes.

Liulitun was packed with people. In order to get a good view, latecomers stood anywhere they could, whether on the walls or treetops.

Chang Wei squatted on the edge of the field, grinding the bullet head with a file.

Fan Tuaner walked over to take a look, frowned and asked, "Is this a dum-dum bullet?"

Chang Wei didn't even raise his head, and concentrated on the operation. "Well, she said that she wanted Zhang Yu to die a miserable death. I can't do that, but I can make his death ugly."

Fan Tuan'er smiled, glanced at Lan Xiaojie, squatted beside Chang Wei and whispered, "You care about her affairs?"

"That's right. Women's affairs, no matter how small, are big matters. Brothers' affairs, no matter how big, are small matters." Chang Wei nodded as a matter of course.

"You're just talking nonsense." Fan Tuan'er glared at him angrily and continued, "Are you attracted to her?"

"Her biological father is Zailun, and her grandfather is Yikuang. If the Qing Dynasty had not fallen, this girl would have been a legitimate princess."

Fan Tuaner instantly lost interest in asking further questions.

This alone makes it impossible for Chang Wei to be together.

But the little girl is really beautiful, with round and smooth cheeks, a slim figure, and an ethereal air about her.

Pity!

Chang Wei scratched a cross on the tip of the bullet, blew away the iron filings, observed it carefully, nodded with satisfaction, carefully stuffed the bullet into the chamber, and said without emotion: "They spent 800 kilograms of gold just to make Zhang Yu die a miserable death. I can't do that. I can only let Zhang Yu die ugly."

"Zhang Yu was able to exchange 800 kilograms of gold for the country, so his death was worthy." Fan Tuaner did not comment on Lan Xiaojie's actions, but she approved of the 800 kilograms of gold.

At this time, we can say: Don’t advise others to do good without experiencing their suffering.

"It's a pity that I didn't get any." Chang Wei muttered as he hung the gun behind his shoulder.

Fan Tuaner smiled, and that smile was like the proud plum blossoms in winter, bright and beautiful.

The parade convoy slowly drove into the Liulitun shooting site, and the noise in the crowd became louder.

When Zhang Yu was escorted to the ridge of the field and saw Chang Wei, he nodded his head in a very firm manner, "You're coming to see me off in person?"

"Yes." Chang Wei responded expressionlessly, pointing at Lan Xiaojie, whose eyes were as bright as fire, not far away, "Let me introduce you to Lan Xiaojie, the little girl who survived the arson case that year."

Zhang Yu's eyes narrowed slightly, and he revealed a cruel smile when he looked at Lan Xiaojie.

Unfortunately, he was tied up and had no deterrent effect at all.

"She only asks you to die miserably, so your head may be smashed open later. When you go to the King of Hell, you can tell him that the murderer is Chang Wei."

"Haha, I've killed countless people in my life. It's all karma, and it's retribution." Zhang Yu's smile was a little forced. There was a great terror between life and death, and he was just holding on, not wanting to die too miserably.

"It is indeed retribution. More than three months ago, you were in this position. We spared your life and that's how we found you."

Chang Wei recalled that when Peng Zuhui shouted "treasure" at the execution site, it actually led to the discovery of a huge treasure, which was quite a strange story.

A total of thirty death row prisoners were executed today. In addition to Zhang Yu, Lao Jiu and Shisan Mei from his team were also among them.

Unlike Zhang Yu, the remaining members of his gang were all weak in the knees, and Thirteenth Sister was even worse. She had to rely on two female police officers to support her before she could reach the ridge of the field.

Old Nine, who had been shot in the lungs, was still breathing hard. He looked at Thirteenth Sister frantically and said through gritted teeth, "I'll be waiting for you on the Yellow Springs Road, I'll be waiting for you..."

At the arrest scene, in order to escape, Thirteenth Sister shot him through the lungs without caring about the sexual pleasure they had just enjoyed.

At this moment, she didn't dare to look at Lao Jiu. She closed her eyes and trembled all over.

Chang Wei hung the rifle on his shoulder and paced back and forth, looking at them one by one.

Since he was at the scene, there couldn't be anyone who died unjustly.

He didn't stop until he walked behind a young man.

The man knelt on the ground, kowtowed three times towards the east, then stood up with his eyes closed, calmly waiting for the death penalty.

During the whole process, the public security soldiers behind him did not step forward to stop or suppress him. Instead, after he stood up, they carefully helped him brush the dust off his knees and tidy up his clothes.

"what's the situation?"

"Director Chang." The police officer in charge of supervising the execution shouted hurriedly, and then sighed, "Murderer, killed seven people in the village."

"Then what are you doing?"

"He was seeking revenge for his mother. His mother was a little bit stupid. When he was a child, these people bullied his mother. He saw it all. Later, his mother died. He went to the army. When he came back this year, he killed someone. When we went to catch him, he was sitting on his mother's grave waiting."

"Where's his dad?"

"He died of illness when he was a child. He was raised by a stupid mother and he was the only one in the family."

Chang Wei nodded. The fact of the murder was consistent with what he saw in the system.

He is a man of blood.

It’s just a pity that such a good time is wasted.

He took two steps forward, lit a cigarette, put it in the man's mouth, and asked softly, "Any last words?"

The man put the cigarette in his mouth and took a long puff. He glanced at Chang Wei through the thick smoke and asked, "Are you a cadre?"

"I guess so." Chang Wei stood beside him and lit a cigarette for himself. "Your sin is too great. You won't survive."

"I don't want to live." The man shook his head gently. "There are no relatives waiting for me at home. Now I want to go to where they are."

Chang Wei quietly accompanied him and finished smoking a cigarette, then refilled another one for the man. After thanking Chang Wei, the man suddenly looked into the distance and smiled gently, "Mom, you're here to pick me up!"

Following his gaze, Chang Wei did not see any figure in the open space.

But he believed that the man really saw his mother.

Chang Wei took two steps back and said to the soldier who was carrying out the execution: "Hit his heart, so that he can face his family with a good face."

The young soldier looked at the police officers from the Legal Affairs Department nodding and said loudly, "Yes."

Chang Wei stuffed the remaining half pack of cigarettes into the little soldier's pocket and continued walking forward.

Walking back from the queue of persons to be executed, Chang Wei still felt a little depressed.

There was nothing he could do about such things.

After seeing the complexity of human nature, he no longer speaks lightly of good and evil.

The execution whistle blew, and Li Laifu and Wu Jimao forced Zhang Yu to kneel on the ground.

Chang Wei's gun was pressed against the back of his head.

Normally, the prisoner should be asked to open his mouth. The standard shooting procedure is that the bullet enters from the back of the head and exits from the mouth, so as to ensure that the prisoner's face remains intact as much as possible.

But most death row inmates find it difficult to cooperate at this time.

Chang Wei didn't notify Zhang Yu at all.

The dum-dum bullet entered from the back of the head and exploded in the front of the face, leaving his face in a complete mess.

Lan Xiaojie knelt down slowly, kowtowed towards the direction of Dongfang Jinmen, and muttered something.

Chang Wei just watched quietly.

Give time time and let the past go.