I make a living solving crimes.

When Chang Wei opened his mouth, the police officers at the An Ding Station stopped what they were doing and looked at him with anticipation.

People compete for a breath, Buddha competes for a stick of incense.

No matter what personal grudges Wang Wenlong had with the director, today he brought the criminal investigation team to seize the case, which was a slap in the face of the entire station.

Cai Dequan brought the two men over and pointed at one of them and said, "He was the one who went to the police station to report the case."

Chang Wei looked at the man who reported the case, then turned his gaze to another person.

Cai Dequan added: "He found the deceased and fished him out."

Chang Wei nodded, "Do you know each other?"

The two shook their heads at the same time, and the person who reported the case said, "I just happened to see him fishing for a body, so I ran over to report it!"

"Five in the morning. You guys are out so early?"

The man who reported the case said, "I'm from the Wang Mazi Scissors Factory. Our factory is in Changping. My mother is sick, so I asked for leave to come back to see her. I have to catch the 5:30 bus today."

Chang Wei's eyes were on another person, a man in his forties. Seeing Chang Wei's sharp eyes, he couldn't help but shudder and whispered, "I came here to fish, and I happened to see a dead body floating in the river."

"Fishing?"

"It's been raining these days, and many people are fishing in the moat. I, my net is still there."

The man who reported the case testified: "He did scoop it up with a net."

Chang Wei understood that on rainy days the oxygen concentration in the water is low and the fish will float to the surface to breathe, which is indeed suitable for casting nets to catch fish.

"Then you are quite courageous."

The man nodded timidly, not looking brave at all.

Chang Wei smiled and said, "No wonder you dare to take things from a dead person."

The man's face turned pale in an instant, and his legs trembled as he was about to collapse to the ground. Seeing this, Cai Dequan quickly grabbed him.

"Search it."

As soon as Chang Wei finished speaking, a young policeman hurriedly reached out to touch the man's trouser pocket, and indeed found a jade bracelet, a gold ring inlaid with gemstones, and three gold bells hanging on a red rope.

He didn't even need to open his omniscient eyes to look at the man's criminal record. Just by the flashing red name he knew the man was carrying stolen goods.

"Chang Wei, how do you know he stole it?"

"The scar is obviously new. If it was an old wound, it would have cracked and turned white after being soaked for so many days."

Cai Dequan scratched his head and thought, can you tell it at a glance?

"The case is solved?"

"Chang Wei is indeed a god!"

"Otherwise, he won the first-class merit."

Hearing the noise here, the Criminal Investigation Team also surrounded over. The moment Wang Wenlong saw Chang Wei, the expression on his face changed, and it took him a while to calm down.

Chang Wei was hiding behind the crowd before, so he really didn't see it.

When enemies meet, their eyes are filled with jealousy. At this moment, Wu Zetian is left a widow - she has lost Li Zhi!

"Take people away."

When the Criminal Investigation Team heard the captain's order, they rushed forward to snatch the man. The police officers from the stability station were unwilling to have their credit taken away, so they blocked the man and refused to let him go.

The two sides gradually began to change from scolding each other to pushing and pulling.

Director Chen was so angry that he said, "Wang Wenlong, do you follow the rules or not?"

Wang Wenlong was also like a Buddha ascending to heaven, "Chen Weitao, do you dare to go against the organization?"

"You can't even represent the organization."

"I am the head of the criminal investigation team of the branch. You are now obstructing our investigation and shielding a murderer. What on earth do you want to do?"

"You're putting a accusation on me? I'm going to the police station to sue you."

"You can sue me all you want, but I'm telling you, Chen Weitao, I must take this man away today."

Chang Wei was enjoying the fun, sighing and pulling Chief Chen's arm, "Chief Chen, give the man to him."

Director Chen was anxious and said quickly: "Chang Wei, you can't give the murderer to him. Even if you give him the person, you won't hear a single good word."

Chang Wei glanced at the excited Wang Wenlong and asked in confusion: "When did I say he was a murderer?"

Director Chen was stunned. He looked at the prisoner who had already collapsed in Cai Dequan's hands. He was stunned for a long time before he said, "He is not?"

"It takes at least three to seven days for a corpse to show signs of gigantism. Chief Chen, who would hide stolen goods on his body for three days and not sell them? Didn't you hear me? He took the things from a dead person."

At this moment, the man also came to his senses, struggled to stand up, and shouted in panic: "I didn't kill anyone, I really didn't kill anyone, I just saw the jewelry on her body and wanted to take it off and sell it for money."

"It's really not him?"

"It's really not him."

Director Chen nodded. Chang Wei's words made sense. He said to Cai Dequan, "Hand him over."

A public security police station chief with retired military personnel, Chang Wei said that the criminal investigation capability of the security station is excellent.

Cai Dequan's criminal investigation skills are not complete, but that doesn't mean he is stupid. What is there that he doesn't understand at this moment? The policemen laughed and made way for him.

Only the detectives from the Criminal Investigation Brigade were caught in a dilemma and all turned their eyes to the brigade leader Wang Wenlong.

No one knows what Wang Wenlong is thinking at this moment.

But he couldn't hide the look in Dao Changwei's eyes.

Chang Wei didn't even want to say a word to him. He slowly put on a mask from his bag and walked slowly towards the location of the corpse.

Li Lai Fu was very familiar with this scene.

Man is like iron and style is like steel. If you don't pretend for a day, you will feel anxious.

Chen Weitao, Zhang Youde, and Cai Dequan hurriedly followed, followed by a large number of police officers from the security station, and even a few detectives from the Criminal Investigation Brigade.

Chang Wei walked to the body, picked up the stick on the ground and pointed to a scratch on the ankle, "Captain Cai, go ask if the red rope was pulled from the right foot of the deceased."

This subtle mark was mixed in between the marks of the ropes used to bind the legs, and was indeed not easy to find. In addition, the smell of the corpse was too strong, so the police did not conduct a thorough inspection.

In fact, this is the job of a forensic doctor!

Cai Dequan turned around and asked without hesitation, and came back after a while and said, "Yes, he couldn't remember which foot it was, so it was torn off from his foot."

An old policeman from the An Ding Police Station suddenly realized, "Is this a secret door?"

The policeman who searched me earlier asked curiously, "Master, how did you know that?"

The old policeman glanced at Chang Wei, who was indifferent, and knocked his apprentice on the head with a look of disappointment, "Before liberation, women in brothels would wear a red rope like this on their feet or waists."

The apprentice shrank his neck and asked, "Why?"

The old policeman rolled his eyes and didn't bother to explain.

Actually, he doesn't know either.

Chang Wei tapped the ground with the stick in his hand, and said softly, "This is the last dignity of a brothel girl, to show that she is not naked."

Everyone was stunned.

I'm also curious, how did you, a little kid, know that?

Chang Wei also lamented that the moral integrity of the red romantic priests in later generations was not as good as these brothel girls.

Restraining his curious and strange thoughts, he used a wooden stick to pry open the palm of the female corpse and pointed at the fingertips of her thumb and index finger.

"There are calluses on it. They must have been reformed through labor after liberation. Generally, these calluses are found on the hands of textile workers." Seeing that the policeman wanted to ask another question, he quickly explained, "They have to twist the yarn every day."

Chang Wei is very familiar with this kind of cocoon, Yang Min has one in her hands.

There is a lack of labor protection supplies and the machines are not sufficiently automated. Weavers have to constantly adjust the harness between the shuttle spindles every day, which will eventually leave a layer of calluses on the fingertips.

Director Chen pinched his nose and leaned over to take a look. Sure enough, there was a layer of light callus on the fingertips that had been swollen from soaking. His eyes changed and he turned to look at Chang Wei, "She is a textile worker now?"

Chang Wei said slowly: "I can only say that it was once."

With the dual blessing of the all-seeing eye and enhanced vision, he can see more details.

The woman's callouses are degenerating and are slowly being replaced by new tender skin, just like cracked heels in winter slowly healing in spring.

This means that she has not been engaged in textile work for some time.

However, this information is very useful. A brothel girl from the old times had undergone labor reform in a textile factory and returned to her old job after leaving the factory three months or half a year ago.

Come and cheat some comments!

Because of the rating issue, I have been reading your comments and this chapter, and it seems that you are extremely dissatisfied with the way Chang Wei gets along with the neighbors.

I'm telling you a true story, it can also be considered as asking for help!

My father-in-law has an idle house - he would have suffered a huge loss if he hadn't sold it in advance. It was a collective housing building for family members of his former unit, and now they are going to install an elevator. The house is on the second floor, and the families on floors 2, 567, and 2 above have all called my father-in-law. They spoke sincerely and with a humble attitude. The elevator does not affect the lighting, but installing an elevator on the second floor will cause the house to depreciate. They have been colleagues for decades, and my father-in-law really can't bring himself to say anything. What should he do?