When Chu Heng was pulled to the dinner table, he still had an angry look on his face.
"I'm telling you, Uncle Jiang, change this damn cook as soon as possible, otherwise you will get into trouble sooner or later!"
"Okay, are you done yet? You're a big man now, don't you have a bit of a belly? How can you compete with a cook?" Jiang Zhuolin stared at him and stuffed a cigarette into his mouth, blocking the guy.
He opened his mouth and scolded: "Moreover, have you ever seen a customer order food right after he comes in? You are so special that you mix the three kinds of sauce together, even the boss can eat it!"
Chu Heng blew out the cigarette, rolled his eyes, and replied: "I don't act like a guest, but you act like a host? Have you ever seen a host investigate a guest? Why are you playing spy war with me?"
In fact, this guy is usually a very talkative person. Although part of the reason why he lost his temper today was because of the cook's attitude, more of it was to vent his dissatisfaction with Jiang Zhuolin, an old bastard.
I didn't find you or mess with you, why are you investigating me?
bedding!
"Tsk, you kid, you are so petty!" Jiang Zhuolin was still upset because of him, shook his head and smiled.
"Who would be happy if this was left to me?"
Chu Heng curled his lips with a slumped face. After thinking about it, he picked up the cigarette points that fell on the table. He stared at him and asked, "Uncle Jiang, I don't like beating around the bush. If you have anything to say, just tell me."
That’s it, if I keep scheming again, don’t blame me for being disrespectful and falling out with you!”
Unexpectedly, Jiang Zhuolin didn't accept the move at all. He took a few cloves of garlic from the table and put them in front of him. He lowered his head and peeled the garlic and said, "It's a little early to say now. You'll know after a while. Don't worry, you won't be fooled."
Yours, cooperation will be a matter of mutual benefit."
"I believe you ghost!"
Chu Heng turned his head and ignored him, and picked up the garlic cloves and started peeling them.
If you eat noodles without garlic, the flavor will be reduced by half!
The policeman sitting next to them saw that the atmosphere suddenly became quiet. He looked left and right uncomfortably, and then silently took a few cloves of garlic.
Although he doesn't eat it, everyone is peeling it, so if he is left alone, wouldn't he be a bit unsocial?
After a while.
The two chefs in the back kitchen walked out together.
One is carrying a large pot of boiled noodles, and the other is carrying bowls, chopsticks and egg sauce.
"Bang!"
After the things were put down, the cook who had just scolded Chu Heng did not leave like the other cook. Instead, he came to Chu Heng with a smile on his face and apologized: "Well, little brother, I am
I've never spoken very cleanly, I'm going to apologize to you, don't take it to heart."
He didn't know what the background of the cool-looking guy in front of him was, but the mere identity of the director's nephew was enough to make him bow his head and admit his mistake.
"Oh, it's okay, it's okay. Actually, I'm not blaming you." Chu Heng glanced sideways at Jiang Zhuolin, chatted a few words with the cook jokingly, sent the person away, and hurriedly ate.
Get a big bowl, take out a bowl full of slightly yellow noodles, and then pour two spoons of the modified egg sauce with onions, ginger, garlic, and three sauces in one. Stir evenly and pick up the bowl.
I just put it in my mouth, and after a few bites, I added a clove of garlic. Oops, that's authentic!
After spinning four large bowls in a row, Chu Heng was finally full.
He wiped his mouth with satisfaction, then took out a cigarette and stuffed it into his mouth. He glanced at Jiang Zhuolin, who had just eaten his second bowl, and stretched out his hand directly: "Uncle Jiang, give me your office key. I'm sleepy. Go lie down for a while."
.”
"Don't move things around." After Jiang Zhuolin warned, he took off a bunch of keys tied with a thick green cotton rope from his waist and threw them to him.
"Don't worry, a rich man like me won't look down on your rags." Chu Heng snorted angrily, picked up the key and wandered out of the cafeteria.
After arriving at Jiang Zhuolin's office.
He really didn't look blindly, he went straight to the bed, fell down and fell asleep. After a while, he remembered the sound of snoring.
Last night, he, Cen Hao and Wan Xiaotian drank together for half the night, and got up early again today.
I have been very sleepy for a long time.
…
evening.
The setting sun is like blood.
Because the bed was occupied, Jiang Zhuolin, who was forced to rest on a chair for a while, rubbed his sore waist and came to the bedside. With a drooping face, he reached out and patted Chu Heng's face several times: "Hey, hey, hey, hey.
!Wake up and hey!”
Chu Heng, who was dreaming of tasting his wife's cooking, opened his eyes blankly: "Is dinner ready?"
"What nonsense! Everyone is back. There's going to be a meeting soon. Get up quickly and listen together." Jiang Zhuolin said angrily.
"well!"
Only then did Chu Heng wake up, hurriedly sat up, wiped his face a few times with his hands, then got up and left the office with him, heading to the small conference room on the easternmost side of the second floor.
Although it was already past the off-duty time, the conference room at this time was already packed.
The two deputy directors, several captains, and the backbone of each brigade, team, and department are basically here.
In a small place like Dacheng County, petty thefts and the like are common all year round. The death of an individual this time is already considered a major case, and they cannot afford to ignore it.
"Squeak!"
The door of the conference room opened, and Jiang Zhuolin led Chu Heng in. The former walked directly to the main seat of the conference table in the middle, while the latter wandered towards an empty bench.
After the two sat down, Jiang Zhuolin gently put the book and tea cup on the table, turned to captain Xue Rongcheng and signaled: "Let's get started."
"yes!"
Xue Rongcheng immediately stood up, came to a small blackboard, picked up a piece of chalk, drew a circle on it, and wrote a personal name in it, then turned to everyone and said loudly: "Based on the existing information, it has been basically determined.
The cause of this case was a missing person incident. Basically, Comrade Chu Heng from the capital was trying to find the lost sister of a lonely old man with a good background in his neighbourhood. This aroused the covetousness of criminals and triggered a
A series of things happened.”
"And before that, someone had already used almost the same method to pretend to be an old lady and go to Beijing to find a relative."
"So I think...
…
After analyzing for a while, Xue Rongcheng put down the chalk with a dry mouth. After drinking some water, he continued: "After investigation, the five people who painted fake wrinkles on their faces to deceive Comrade Chu Heng all
It was created by the old tailor Feng Yongchun. Some people came to him on his own, while others came on his own after hearing the news."
"Feng Yongchun was also found dead at home this morning. The clues have been cut off and further interviews and investigations are needed."
After he finished speaking, Jiang Zhuolin looked at the forensic doctor Jia Ying in the corner and said, "Old Jia, how is the situation over there?"
"The autopsy has basically been completed."
Jia Ying yawned and stood up, and said with a tired look: "From all aspects of the body's data, it can be roughly determined that Feng Yongchun died in the early morning of the day before yesterday, and the cause of death was indeed caused by the heart, but there is one
The place is very strange. When I dissected his heart, I found a lot of blood clots that were not naturally formed. I suspected that the blood clots abnormally coagulated due to injection or consumption of some drugs, which blocked the blood vessels and caused a heart attack.
