After all the autopsies were completed, Jiang Yuan returned home with a hint of exhaustion, excitement, and deep silence.
The legacy of the capital city is still very rich, almost all of which are good things that cannot be seen in Ningtai County, such as French and Kun Opera. In Ningtai County, even the top LV1 fans of Kun Opera are not available.
Experts like LV3 may not be found in Changyang City, and there is no need to think about top experts like French LV4.
Even LV4's pasta-cooking skills may not be matched by domestic rivals.
In contrast, LV2's guitar skill is a survival skill that can survive in Ningtai County. It can be used to open a music shop or tutoring class in Ningtai, or it can be used to make a living. It should be fine.
It is not certain that we can become the top player in Ningtai County in this field and dominate Qinghe City.
However, no matter how good a person is, he or she will eventually leave with the pride of his or her life, which makes people feel sad.
Even if they leave behind the most valuable knowledge, skills and experience in their lives, it is still difficult to let go.
"I'm going to bed first." Jiang Yuan returned to the house in Beijing, said hello to his father, then went into the room to undress and sleep.
He had already taken a shower at the anatomy center and changed his clothes. He smelled the smell of roasted mites on the sun-dried quilt and fell asleep instantly.
It was really tiring to pull the bodies from the reservoir.
Jiang Fuzhen was drinking tea in the living room, but now he was a little worried about his son.
In the past, when my son came home, he would always be in a relatively relaxed state, just like the technicians we often see coming home from get off work in the county. But today is different, he is as tired as an old farmer after plowing the fields.
In Jiang Fuzhen's impression, Jiang Yuan, who was already a junior leader, obviously did not need to work so hard.
Thinking of this, Jiang Fuzhen silently took out his mobile phone and called Wu Jun. After describing the situation, he said: "When I was drinking tea yesterday, I heard them say that the case was over, but it seemed that it was an evil cult.
I heard that they went to air-raid shelters and other places and found a lot of corpses. I don’t know the specific situation, but I wonder if Jiang Yuan slept so deeply today..."
"Tell me carefully." Wu Jun on the other end of the phone was originally lazy, but when he heard the keyword, he immediately became alert.
Jiang Fuzhen also became serious, looked back at his son's closed bedroom door and thought, calmly said: "I don't know much, but I know that many people died, because their forensic doctors are very busy, Jiang Yuan is still
I have an apprentice who is also a forensic doctor, otherwise, why don’t I ask around?"
"That's not good. It's easy for people to misunderstand. Let me ask." Wu Jun is already a deputy department, and is theoretically qualified to know everything that happens in the Ningtai County Bureau.
"Okay, what should I do now?"
Wu Jun thought about it and said, "You are like this..."
The next day.
Jiang Yuan woke up with the strong smell of wine and incense.
When I opened the curtains, I saw that the sun was shining brightly outside.
After brushing my teeth and wiping my face haphazardly, I saw that the smoke in the living room was thicker than the kitchen where the steak was being grilled.
"Dad...ah, master...eh? Wang Zhong?"
Jiang Yuan walked into the living room. After a short walk, his voice changed.
The living room has also changed a bit.
A seated image of a certain Bodhisattva is projected on one side of the TV wall with very high definition, and incense is offered below.
Two rows of food were placed on the dining table and incense was offered.
There was an offering table at the door and incense was offered.
Wu Jun wore a Chinese tunic suit, looked very serious, and held incense in his hand.
There was also Wang Zhong. He wore a white T-shirt and held a bell in his hand. He walked three steps and rang it twice. The silver was clear and his expression was calm and composed.
Looking at his steps again, left and right, he clearly stepped on Bagua.
"Drink a glass of water." Wu Jun turned around and took the water glass and handed it to Jiang Yuan.
Jiang Yuan hesitated for a moment and asked: "Xiangfu water?"
"Light salt water. What's the use of talisman water? The yellow paper is burned into ashes. The main ingredients are calcium carbonate and potassium salt. It's better to drink salt water directly." After Wu Jun finished speaking, he paused and said, "I heard that you were busy all day yesterday.
I guess you have some electrolyte imbalance."
"Oh." Jiang Yuan was persuaded and drank a glass of light salt water.
"You said you dragged six corpses to the reservoir in one go. You are stupid and bold." Wu Jun said again: "Why don't you let young people do it?"
"The reservoir environment is quite complex. If the primary survey is not done well, the second survey will be even harder to do." Jiang Yuan said it very realistically. He has done so many backlog cases, and he knows the difference between the first and second surveys. This time
If you are too lazy, when you go back to do a second or even a third survey, you will have to pay back the laziness this time.
"Then you don't have to drag the body yourself." Wu Jun shook his head and said: "Look at Wang Zhong, he can move dozens of kilograms of incense and candles at one go without any problem. These young forensic doctors have no chance if you don't use them.
Grow up."
"That's what you said." Jiang Yuan stopped participating in the debate.
Wu Jun smiled again and said, "Sit down for a while and we'll finish the rest."
With that said, Wu Jun got busy again, and Wang Zhong also grinned at Jiang Yuan and continued to spin the bell.
"Are you hungry? It may take a while." Jiang Fuzhen stepped forward and asked.
Jiang Yuan's heart moved: "I'll cook. Let's buy some pasta."
Jiang Fuzhen didn't know what he wanted to do, so he followed Jiang Yuan to the kitchen to ask.
The chef said: "There is some spaghetti left. It was prepared before and is relatively average. If you want to eat noodles, I will ask the master to make handmade vertical noodles..."
"I'll cook the pasta myself. You guys can make some toppings for me," Jiang Yuandao said.
"The sauce for the pasta, right? What flavor do you want?" The chef is not optimistic about Jiang Yuan's cooking skills. Cooking pasta is not like cooking noodles, it is a little difficult. If they are professional chefs like them, they have to cook it.
It has to be just right, but Jiang Yuan is still talking about "toppings"...
Of course, the Jiang family's father and son's modesty will not cover up their generosity at all. The chef also likes them very much, so he just smiled and cooperated.
As a chef, even though he is a local chef from Shannan, after getting used to being a private chef, simple Chinese-style Western food is still no problem.
Jiang Yuan took the pasta, sorted it a little, sprinkled some salt into the water, and started cooking it.
After a while, the red pasta sauce was also made.
Jiang Yuan plated a plate of pasta and put it on the plate.
The ringing of the bell stopped.
Jiang Yuan took the opportunity to invite a few people to come and have dinner together.
Wu Jun was allowed to sit at the table by Jiang Fuzhen, and everyone sat in a circle. They each poured their favorite sauce on the noodles and ate with chopsticks.
Even in the Jiang family, they would occasionally have a simple meal.
But it’s surprisingly delicious!
Jiang Fuzhen had seen it before. He muttered, stared at Jiang Yuan a few times, and asked, "How come you can cook this pasta so well?"
"I researched it when I had free time." Jiang Yuan explained casually, and added: "I saw the body in the reservoir yesterday and I thought of spaghetti."
Having just eaten some noodles, the chef, who wanted to praise it, put down his fork.
The Jiang family father and son are not so lovable sometimes!
"There are new crabs that have arrived today, let me cook them for you." The chef stood up and smiled and said, "The new blue crabs have just been frozen in the refrigerator downstairs."
Eighteen Chops is a type of crab choking. The name refers to the crab being chopped into 18 pieces and each piece is filled with paste. It is a food that can only be made after the chef's anatomy of crabs reaches a certain level.
But unlike ordinary raw pickling, the crabs must be frozen to make Shibazhan, so that there will be a layer of ice crystals on the crab pieces.
The benefits are obvious. On the one hand, the requirement for the freshness of the crabs is reduced. Most restaurants can make this dish. A two or three-day error tolerance will greatly reduce the waste of materials. On the other hand, the crabs must be frozen first.
If so, it is also more in line with the requirements of some people and countries, making it easier to promote the dishes.
The chef learned this dish specifically for the convenience of the Jiang family and his son. Otherwise, they would be the only ones eating, and they would not be able to buy crabs every day.
On the contrary, today's blue crabs are new, freshly frozen, and I think they are more plump.
The chef said that he sent someone to get the crabs and started preparing them on the spot.
After a while, the little chef sent to fetch the crabs ran up and reported: "Master, the crabs are lost!"
"What?" The chef frowned.
"The new blue crabs arrived today, as well as the sea cucumbers, squid, and bird's nests that were soaked two days ago, as well as the red mushrooms in the cabinet, Jinhua ham, Xuanwei ham, etc., and...
A jar of dried abalone, all lost!" the little chef said loudly, emotionally.
I have to be excited. Not to mention hams and other items worth thousands of dollars, that jar of dried abalone and sea cucumber are both six-figure assets - no one will eat a jar of dried abalone in one sitting, and it is
That's where the money is!
The chef was also angry and anxious, and the hand holding the knife trembled: "This is still the capital, this... is not as good as Ningtai County, call 110..."
"I'll make the call." As he spoke, Jiang Yuan stood up silently, took out his cell phone, and dialed Tao Lu.
Under the eyes of everyone with different expressions, the call was connected.
Tao Lu's nervous voice was very penetrating: "Jiang Yuan, what happened?"
Jiang Yuan was silent for three seconds and said slowly: "It's a small thing to say...my house was stolen."
