I make a living solving crimes.

The cicadas chirped in the afternoon and the police station returned to peace.

As expected, the case was transferred to the ministry. When the criminal and the case file were taken away, everyone felt unwilling but relieved.

Ultimately, the case was not reviewed and closed at the police station, leaving regrets for all the police officers involved in the case, but they were also glad that this hot potato was finally thrown away.

When Director Wei took over the work from the Ministry, Yang Wenhai brought back the code book and roster.

The spy team hidden in Huairou was put under the charge of the ministry.

There are hundreds of hostile forces and evil ways involved in the case. Further investigation is beyond the capabilities of Gulou Police Station.

The mission was successfully completed.

The police station deserves every bit of credit.

Chang Wei lay on a recliner outside the message room door with his eyes closed, resting. The old man kept chattering beside him, not letting him have a moment's peace.

It felt like someone was calling my soul in my ears.

Chang Wei opened his eyes dazedly and said helplessly, "Old man, what on earth do you want to do?"

"Are you still going to learn the stick technique?"

"It's useless to learn it."

"Why is it useless? I, the Taoist priest, fought my way out of the Taihang Mountains relying on a long stick."

"Old man, I can't walk around with a long stick every day now." Chang Wei thought for a moment and said, "If it's a short stick, I might be a little interested, but a long stick is really useless."

He knew that Old Man Zhang was actually worried about him. After getting the flying knife, Old Man Zhang said he disliked it, but his words were full of worry.

When I was a kid, I wanted to learn stick fighting to look cool, but as I grew up, I no longer had that urgency.

Times have changed. A gun is fast from seven steps away, and is both accurate and fast within seven steps.

Chang Wei took some risks last night. In addition to dodging the flying knife, he also had to be thankful that the other party didn't have a gun.

But Chang Wei also understood that guns were not omnipotent.

This is an important area in the capital, so it is best not to shoot unless it is absolutely necessary. Moreover, due to the circumstances of the case, many people need to be captured alive to extract confessions or be sentenced after trial. What will you do if you shoot them to death?

The Eighteen Hands of Black Dragon are useful, but they can only be used against unarmed enemies. If the enemy has a knife in his hand and you rush up to try to snatch the knife with your bare hands, you will most likely be in trouble.

After all, Chang Wei is not Li Jing.

Old Man Zhang pondered over Chang Wei's words, and asked while gesturing: "How short is the short stick?"

"About one and a half feet."

"What good is that?"

Chang Wei didn't tell him that this was the standard equipment for police officers in later generations.

Well, we should find a way to make one, even if it's just asking someone to make it by hand.

Yi Zhonghai seems to be a fitter.

But this person is not easy to order around!

"Old man, I'll get a short stick in a few days, and see if you can teach me."

"Hey, you're talking as if I'm begging you to learn. If you don't want to learn, I won't serve you."

Chang Wei would never say that he would not learn. He regretted it deeply when he missed the opportunity that year.

"Learn, of course you should learn, or you can go back and look for any Five Thunder Talismans, Five Ghosts Fortune Talismans or something like that to pass on to me, so that your sect's inheritance won't be cut off."

Old man Zhang sneered and said, "You may be disappointed. I am a Quanzhen Taoist and I don't make talisman paper."

"Hey, Quan Zhen, I'm familiar with this."

He got excited, sat up straight and started to talk: "Wang Chongyang, one of the Five Great Masters of Huashan, East Evil, West Poison, South Emperor, North Beggar, and Central Divine Power. Wang Chongyang is the Central Divine Power. He has the Seven Quanzhen Masters under his tutelage, and a junior fellow disciple named Zhou Botong. Speaking of Zhou Botong, do you know his Left and Right Fighting Technique?"

The half-truthful old man Zhang was confused, and quickly pulled Chang Wei to ask: "What is this east, south, west, and north you mentioned earlier?"

"The Five Great Masters of Mount Hua, the Huashan Sword Contest, the first forum meeting of China..."

The Legend of the Condor Heroes had already started serialization in Hong Kong last year, but nobody in the mainland knew about it. Chang Wei talked for half an hour and even Old Man Zhang was confused. The middle god of magic? Is this really our ancestor?

Who is Zhou Botong?

If you want to say he is talking nonsense, all the Seven Quanzhen Masters fit the bill.

You want to say he is telling a story? This East Evil, West Poison, South Emperor and North Beggar sounded unserious.

How can a beggar and an emperor be ranked together?

The two were chatting happily when Wu Jimao ran in in a panic. When he saw Chang Wei, he tried to pull him up, "Chang Wei, the prisoners are here."

Chang Wei was chatting happily, and waved his hand irritably, "If she comes, she comes. Do I have to go pick her up in person?"

"But what are the plans for today?"

"There are so many alleys. We can sweep the streets, clear drains, and carry away garbage. What can't we do?"

Wu Jimao thought for a moment and said, "Then how about starting from the alley in front of our door?"

Chang Wei said perfunctorily: "Well, you can do whatever you want. Thank you for your hard work."

Wu Jimao listened and walked out in a daze. The more he walked, the more he felt something was wrong. Why did the tone sound so much like the director's?

He turned back and said unhappily: "Chang Wei, thank you for your hard work is usually said by a superior to his subordinate."

Chang Wei waved his hand nonchalantly and said, "Okay, got it, go ahead and get busy."

Only then did Wu Jimao leave with satisfaction.

Old man Zhang looked at Wu Jimao's back and shook his head. This kid is not very smart.

The prisoners outside the door started to work, and Chang Wei was noisy and restless. He lost interest in continuing the conversation, so he patted his butt and walked towards the office, ready to find a place to take a nap. He waved his hand without looking back and said, "I'll continue to tell you the story of your ancestor tomorrow."

Old man Zhang cursed and found a wet rag to wipe the heat off the bamboo chair. He lay down happily and muttered, "You don't know how to respect the elderly and love the young. The old man also got up in the middle of the night."

Chang Wei heard it but didn't care. He looked around with a strange expression, leaned against the pillar of the corridor with one leg and looked at his system.

[Congratulations to the host for completing the novice onboarding task].

[Hidden task for newbies, points +10, rewards: All-seeing Eye +1, Power Pill, Parkour Mastery. ]

[Assisted in solving a major enemy spy case, points +15, rewards: anticipating the enemy's moves, physical fitness fruit +2, hearing improvement].

It turns out there are hidden tasks after joining the company?

I'm afraid I've traveled into a game?

Until now he still didn't understand what principle the points were based on. 10 points for one enemy spy and 15 points for a major enemy spy case?

Isn't this calculated based on the number of people, but based on the nature of the case?

Chang Wei stood there in a daze, blinking and looking around, but he couldn't see any difference after the upgrade of the All-Seeing Eye. What was this thing called anticipating the enemy's moves?

Never mind, he flipped his palm and threw the white pill the size of a glass ball into his mouth.

Powerful pills.

A warm current flowed down his throat, and the fatigue from a night of hard work instantly disappeared. Chang Wei felt that his whole body was full of strength. He excitedly threw a straight punch at the column, shouting, "Can you block this punch that took you twenty years of hard work?"

Jiang Hongxia just came out of the office, holding her belly and laughing: "You have been learning boxing for less than 20 years since you were in your mother's womb."

Chang Wei glanced at her, slowly retracted his fist, put his hands behind his back, snorted proudly, and walked towards the toilet.

Jiang Hongxia got angry when she saw his arrogant look, and chased after him. When passing by the corridor column, she inadvertently looked back.

There was an extremely clear fist mark on the one-foot-diameter pine pillar, which was three feet deep into the wood.

She stopped and placed her fist on the mark, then punched back with equal force, unconvinced.

"boom!"

Jiang Hongxia's face twisted. She glanced in the direction where Chang Wei disappeared, then squatted on the ground, covering her fists and sobbing softly.