I make a living solving crimes.

Chapter 224 Sister, You Are So Beautiful

The arrest operation at Hongyun Hotel is over.

As soon as he returned to the courtyard, Fan Tuaner took over the case forcefully on behalf of the investigation department.

The young policeman from Gulou Police Station stood up for the Dragon Group, but he didn't know that everyone in the courtyard was applauding and cheering.

They are not here to steal the credit, they are here to help take over.

Besides, all the people who should be arrested have been arrested, and the credit belongs to the Dragon Group and everyone, and not a single cent will be lost.

All that's missing is trouble.

After all, no one wants to be involved with the forces behind this matter.

In the early morning of autumn, the sunlight is soft, shining through the sparse clouds and onto the earth.

The golden fallen leaves and dewdrops complement each other, like a gorgeous painting.

Chang Wei dragged the old man's recliner into the yard and lay down lazily.

The people and the files have been taken away by the Investigation Department. After the case is tried, Fan Tuaner will get Jiao Wenxing's confession back, and the Dragon Team will also be able to conclude the arson case.

Every time this happens, he enters sage mode.

Light a cigarette, lie in a chair, and feel relaxed.

I want to bask in the sun and enjoy the breeze.

If you want to succeed,

If you want beauty, you will never be short of it.

dream!

When he was still dazed, an old voice interrupted the young man.

"Chang Gongan, no, I should call you Chief Chang."

"Mr. Jin." Chang Wei quickly stood up and said with a smile, "I'm sorry to bother you again this time."

"What you said is that Section Chief Chang is giving us a treat."

"Don't ever say that. It's all work."

Old man Jin came to renovate the Longzu courtyard.

This place was not considered shabby originally, after all, there was a residence here before, but it still needed some adjustments to be used as an office.

More importantly is the room of the two old men in the back room.

There are also detention rooms and interrogation rooms...

This is a big job for Old Man Jin.

Because of the arson case, he had not been to Xizhimen Railway Station, but Chang Wei borrowed 500 yuan from Aunt Song from the police station account.

The weather is getting colder, so we can’t delay house repairs any longer.

He lay there until noon, when Fan Tuaner came briskly and handed the confession of the arson case to Chang Wei.

"We were negligent in our previous work."

Chang Wei looked at her in surprise, took the confession and looked through it.

"Jiao Wenxing had two younger brothers, both were officers in the National Army. One was a regiment commander who died in Northeast China in 48, and the other was a deputy division commander who died in Jiangnan in 49. We did not have this information before."

Chang Wei said casually: "This is not an oversight. In such a chaotic time, where can we find out?"

Fan Tuan'er did not explain the omissions in the investigation department's work and continued, "Jiao Wenxing has always been resentful, and someone happened to contact him, so he agreed."

Chang Wei sneered, "They deserved to die. This time, the three brothers died in unison."

Fan Tuan'er nodded, her pretty face softening a bit, "I know you want to renovate the office, I'll ask them to clear out the stolen money from the spy case and transfer it to you next week."

Chang Wei's expression relaxed slightly when he heard this, and he was still falsely polite: "Isn't this against the rules?"

"It's a reward from the Investigation Department, but you have to prepare an office for me."

Chang Wei tilted his head, and the laziness on his body disappeared without a trace, "Ah? Fan Tuaner, what do you want the office for?"

"I will represent the Investigation Department in the Dragon Team from now on."

Chang Wei looked at her speechlessly.

Fan Tuaner's cheeks flushed pink, and she turned her head to look at the fallen leaves blowing in the wind in the yard, hiding the beauty in her eyes.

The scene was a little awkward.

"Uncle, I'm coming."

A young voice sounded.

Chang Xiaoman broke free from Chang Long's little hand and ran over stumblingly.

Chang Wei half-knelt down and picked her up, put his cheek against hers, looked at Chang Long and asked, "Why did you come here?"

Chang Long spread her hands and said as a matter of course: "You didn't come back last night, Xiao Man started crying early in the morning, and she wanted to look for you as soon as I got home from school, so I had no choice but to bring her here."

Chang Xiaoman leaned in Chang Wei's arms and nodded vigorously, her eyes clear.

Chang Wei scoffed at Chang Long's words, "Have you gotten into trouble again? You're afraid to stay at home."

"No--"

"If you don't tell me, I won't help you at night."

The little girl pouted and stammered, "It's not my fault, it's all Mr. Yan's fault... Mr. Yan is meddling."

"What on earth did you do?"

Chang Long pulled the schoolbag from behind his butt to the front of him, took out a homework book that looked like a pickled vegetable leaf and handed it to Chang Wei.

Chang Wei's obsessive-compulsive disorder broke out on the spot. He was not in a hurry to open the book and read it. Instead, he slowly smoothed out the curled-up corners of the pages and squeezed them flat with force.

"Brother, don't you want to watch?"

"Wait a minute, I can't bear to watch this anymore, tell me what's going on first."

“I just wrote a short essay!”

"What composition?"

"Yesterday, Mr. Yan assigned me to go home and help my parents wash the dishes, and then write a short composition."

Chang Wei finally managed to put his homework book in good shape and turned to the latest page.

The composition is very short, with only a few sentences of dialogue.

【housework】

[Me: "Mom, let me help you wash the dishes!"]

【Mother: “Get lost!”】

【Me: "But the teacher asked me to help you wash the dishes!"】

[Mother: "Mr. Yan is such a troublemaker"]

There are many typos among them.

I can't say how well it's written, I can only say it's completely true.

With just a few words, Chang Wei could imagine the expressions of the mother and daughter during the conversation.

There were a few heavy red pen taps below, but no comments or scores.

Chang Wei could also sense Yan Bugui's despair when he saw the composition from the force with which the red dots were written.

Fan Tuaner, who had come over and stretched his neck to watch the fun, couldn't help laughing out loud.

Chang Long had already seen this beautiful woman and exclaimed, "Sister, you have beautiful eyes."

Fan Tuan'er already knew that this was Chang Wei's younger sister. She squatted down and stroked the little girl's pigtails, saying softly, "You are also very beautiful."

Chang Long never knew what shyness was. He nodded to accept the compliment and said, "Sister, your eyebrows are also very beautiful, thin and long."

Although countless people have praised her beauty, Fan Tuaner was happier than ever when she heard Chang Long's words.

Chang Wei interrupted the two people's flattery and said, "She doesn't have any candy, and she won't buy you any candy."

Chang Long let out a disappointed "Oh" and without wasting any more words, she ran to the lounge chair in the middle of the yard. Her schoolbag was shaking and hitting her butt piapiapia.

Fan Tuaner squatted on the ground in a daze, looking completely dumbfounded.

Fortunately, the little girl was very considerate and stepped on the ground with her short legs. She stared at her with her big eyes and said, "Auntie, you are so beautiful."

After saying that, he took out a piece of fruit candy from his pocket and put it in her hand.

Fan Tuaner took it awkwardly, felt his pocket, but couldn't find a suitable gift.

"She's speaking the truth. Our Xiao Man never lies, right?"

The little girl nodded vigorously and said "hmm" heavily.

Fan Tuaner's heart was about to melt.

It turns out that children are so cute!

She looked at the Chang brothers and sisters and their niece chatting and laughing, playing and fighting on the recliners, and couldn't help feeling envious.

After a while, she quietly left the hospital.

When he came back, he was holding two net bags full of candies, cakes, canned food and biscuits.

PS: Writing a novel is not like writing an outline. Occasionally, you will insert some narration or related stories.

It's really not water.

If it were water, three chapters a day would be too easy for me.

Do you believe that I can write five chapters of nonsense while eating a meal?

I could write ten chapters about fishing, but I didn’t do that!

Many of the descriptions outside the plot are intended to gradually flesh out the characters.