As a local policeman, is it appropriate for you to take over the job of a criminal policeman?

"That's because most of the guys use it. You losers have no use for it." Manager Zhang stood up proudly and pulled up his trousers.

"Okay, you're awesome, so you don't need us to accompany you, right?" Several people were familiar with him and followed his words to tease him.

"What's the use of accompanying you? I'll walk in a straight line for you to see." Manager Zhang staggered a few steps, then turned around and waved to a few people to show that he was still sober, and slowly walked into the alley next to him.

"Is this possible, Mr. Zhang?" One of them was a little worried.

"Oh, you don't know him. He can drink more than a pound of white wine and at least ten bottles of beer. That's just how much he can drink. Don't worry." Others explained.

"Come on, let's continue."

"Boss, give us another ten kidneys. Let Lao Zhang say we can't do it. Damn, give us more."

The moonlight is nice tonight. Manager Zhang found a corner following the moonlight, unzipped his pants and started to pee.

The burden on his body flowed away and he felt a sense of relief.

Suddenly, there was a sound of footsteps behind him, but Manager Zhang didn't pay attention. There were many people coming to the bathroom after having supper, so they were probably people in the same situation.

He put away his stuff, pulled up his pants, turned around and habitually glanced at the person behind him.

What surprised him was that this man was not here for a midnight snack, because he was wearing clothes that looked very much like a migrant worker.

Yes, this is the word he can think of now. It is the clothes that the migrant workers wear after work every day.

He was a little surprised whether there was a construction site here. Was this person just passing by?

He was too drunk to argue with the man, so he just turned sideways and walked past him.

"Mr. Zhang, don't you recognize me?" The man suddenly spoke just after he walked over.

Manager Zhang was stunned for a moment, then turned to him and said, "You called me?"

"I'm here to ask you for money." The man turned around and the two stood face to face.

"Want money? Haha." Manager Zhang smiled contemptuously. Those migrant workers only knew how to ask for money all day long. They thought the work they did was valuable and had no idea how much he had done behind the scenes.

"Which construction site are you from? Which foreman are you with? Tell me." Manager Zhang said unhappily. He was a little drunk and was very upset when someone stopped him and asked for money.

The man took out a piece of paper from his pocket without any hurry and said, "My name is Zhao Dashan, I work with Zhao Facheng. Before the New Year, you still didn't pay me 3 yuan for the Qiang Teng project."

Zhao Dashan handed over the note.

He wanted money. He still had 4 yuan on him. If he could get back the 3 yuan, he would have yuan, which was enough to pay for Xiao Ai's surgery.

But Manager Zhang didn't take it at all. He waved his fat hand and slapped Zhao Dashan's hand away, saying impatiently: "You want me to pay you for just holding a piece of white paper. Are you crazy about money?"

After that, he pointed at Zhao Dashan's nose and said bit by bit, "It's Zhao Facheng, right? Go back and ask him if he still wants to work for me in the future. If not, get out."

"You still want to ask me for money, what a bunch of rubbish." Manager Zhang cursed, shook his head and turned away.

Suddenly, something hard hit the back of his head, causing him severe pain.

"You f*cking bitch, you want to die, don't you?" Manager Zhang turned around angrily.

When he saw that thing, he immediately turned into a stone statue, standing still, not daring to move.

It was a gun, a pitch-black gun.

The muzzle of the gun was pressed against his forehead again. The cold black iron made his head suddenly clear up. All the beer and liquor disappeared, and cold sweat flowed down his temples.

He swallowed, trying to keep himself calm, and then forced a smile, "Brother, there's no need to make such a big deal. I will definitely give you the money, don't worry."

There was no expression on Zhao Dashan's face. He was used to seeing these people acting like chameleons in front of pistols.

He said indifferently, "Sorry, you don't have a chance."

The voice was very soft, but to Manager Zhang it was like a heavy hammer hitting the heart. He wanted to explain it further.

Bang!

A strange explosion sounded.

Several of Manager Zhang's drinking buddies stopped and asked, "What's that noise?"

“It feels like the sound of firecrackers during Chinese New Year.”

"Why do I feel like it's the kind of gunshots you see on TV?"

"Are you crazy? What era is this? There are still gunshots. Do you think there is a war?"

A few people made some wild guesses, and then they remembered that Mr. Zhang had not returned yet.

When they found the alley, they saw only a cold corpse lying on its back on the ground, staring at the moon in the sky with empty eyes, full of confusion and unwillingness!

......

Ye Lin was a little depressed. He had finally had some free time during this period, but he didn't expect that another case would come up late at night, and it was a gun-related case.

By the way, why do crimes have to be committed at night? Why can’t they be done during the day?

But he was not the only one who couldn't sleep tonight. At least Director Gao Dawen was with him.

Gao Dawen was a little nervous about the gun-related cases. With his many years of experience in handling cases, he knew that once such cases came out, they would occur in series, and once the criminals had guns, the threat to the police would be too great. He didn't want anyone to be killed by the criminals' guns.

The course of the case was relatively simple. Someone shot Manager Zhang while he was in the bathroom.

Several friends who were eating and drinking together were also confused. They didn't know why the time for going to the toilet was killed. According to them, they also booked this place on the spur of the moment without any planning.

As for who Manager Zhang has a grudge against, it is hard to say. When working on a project, one has to deal with suppliers, the client, foremen, and workers, and any of these can offend people.

However, they said that Manager Zhang recently took over the Yuezhou chip factory project. Logically, it was the time when all parties were asking him for help, and no one should kill him because of this project.

As for his personal issues, these people didn't quite understand, as they were just drinking together.

After a preliminary investigation at the scene, it was found that Zhang Yuan's valuables had been taken away, but the amount was not much, so it was difficult to say whether it was a robbery.

Another most useful clue found was a footprint, a footprint covered in mud. It could be the murderer's or it could be someone who was having dinner at the scene. We have to go back and compare it.

There is also the bullet. Colleagues at the scene found a flattened bullet on the ground. Preliminary observation showed that it was a bullet from a police gun. This news made Gao Dawen's heart skip a beat. It was troublesome enough to be involved with a gun, and it was a police gun at that. There was a high possibility that other cases were involved.