"Xi Ming loves to eat and is a young man with a passion for life.

"If he hears that there is something delicious somewhere, he will rush over from thousands of miles away to try it.

"In addition to using his mother's money for medical treatment, all his money is spent on food."

Uncle Jiu sat on the hard bed, looking down at his toes, trying to dig out more long-lasting memories of that person from his rusty brain:

"He always walked in a sloppy manner. Even if he was walking through an alley that was more than two meters wide, he would often bump into the earthen walls and get his shoulders covered with dust.

"He liked to share food with everyone, and he also loved to brag. What he saw today, what he experienced yesterday, ordinary things, when they came to his mouth, became evidence of his awesomeness.

"Even if these words don't prove that he is strong, they always make him look talkative.

"He can make other people listen to him seriously, which is amazing in itself.

"Everyone finds it interesting to listen to him, and they can often get two delicious snacks from him, so no one doesn't like him.

"...His mother scolds him for not doing his job properly every day, but he doesn't care. He still goes over to hug his mother and asks for this and that. Later, his mother couldn't cook anymore, so he kept saying that he was greedy while buying things to bring home. His mother said that she was fierce, but she actually loved her son very much. When she was seriously ill, she couldn't be fierce, but often cried, thinking that she was a burden to her son.

"Xi Ming would lie to his mother, saying that he was on the right path and wanted to be a small boss. He even asked me to act with him to prove that he was now very ambitious..."

Jia Yi squatted at the door, taking notes while trying to overlap the vivid young man described by Uncle Jiu with the lifeless middle-aged man lying on the dissection bed.

But it was really difficult.

The once lively Xi Ming has become a gray mouse hiding from the sun.

He sleeps at home all day, sits in the guardhouse all night to watch TV programs replayed on a 15cm*15cm small color TV, or listens to stories and news told by a 10cm*5cm small box. Even when he walks out, he just walks alone around the Bai Shi Na community that has been around for decades. He is no longer talkative and even less likable.

I wonder if he would regret his choice when he looked up at the moon as he lived this life of a prisoner who hid during the day and went out at night...

Uncle Jiu said a lot more, chattering about random things, and I don't know if it was to help his fellow detectives solve the case or just to reminisce about the past.

Jiayi wrote a lot in her notebook: the characteristics of Ximing described by Uncle Jiu, and other information recorded yesterday: Ximing's shoe size, height, arm length, leg length and other physical characteristics, his current schedule, life structure, etc.

After the conversation, Jiayi stood up, looked around to see if there was anyone around, and then walked to the iron fence, holding two iron bars, and whispered to Uncle Jiu:

"Uncle Jiu, you can go home tonight, just bear with it. What do you want to eat for lunch? I'll help you order it."

Uncle Jiu finally came out of his memories. He was stunned for a moment, and then he suddenly smiled. Although there was some bitterness in his smile, his eyes were still bright when he looked over.

"Do you believe that I didn't push him?" He raised his hands and said, when he was lying on the iron bed last night, he even began to doubt himself, did he really not push Ximing?

In his imagination, he pushed Ximing down the stairs countless times and slapped Ximing's face...

Did he really hold back from these actions and not put them into reality?

He seemed unsure.

"I believe it, Uncle Jiu." Jiayi's eyes were burning.

"Maybe this is a hurdle in my life. Even if I pushed him, it doesn't matter. It's just a matter of worry." Uncle Jiu's eyes drifted away again.

At that time, because of his trust in Ximing, the mission that had been prepared for a long time completely failed... He once said to himself that he must find Ximing.

Even if he had to kill Ximing with his own hands and stain his hands with blood.

That mission, how many people invested so much effort, how much they paid, and how much they lost... Only the brothers who were on the mission knew all this. Everyone fought side by side, but in the end, they were defeated.

His best partner almost died, and he could only work as a chef in the Kwai Chung Police Force for the rest of his life, spending his whole life with pots and pans, and could no longer go to the front line...

Uncle Jiu looked at his hands and thought that he had pushed it, it was nothing.

No one believed it, it didn't matter.

When his chef friends came to visit him one day, he could still say with a smile: "I avenged you, I avenged everyone."

Jiayi suddenly raised her voice and interrupted Lin Wangjiu's crazy thoughts:

"Uncle Jiu, I worshipped Guan Gong. He came to my dream last night and said that you are innocent and you didn't push Xi Ming."

Uncle Jiu raised his head and raised his eyebrows when he looked at Jiayi.

What? Guan Gong came to my dream?

"Master Guan told me that you have been so kind to me in the past, and I will make sure you are safe this time." Jiayi held the iron rod and asked through the iron grille again, "Uncle Jiu, what do you want to eat for lunch? I will order it for you."

As a stubborn young man, Uncle Jiu suddenly laughed.

"The Deep Well Roasted Goose in the alley behind Yi Ji." He said.

I told you that Eleven was evil, and it's true... Did he really send a message in a dream? To scare him, right? Just like to scare those murderers.

...

...

After Jiayi and Uncle Jiu collected evidence, she called her eldest brother and asked him to ask Sun Xin to buy the old Deep Well Roasted Goose in the alley behind Yi Ji at noon, and bring some side dishes to Uncle Jiu to boost his morale.

Then they went to the archives to retrieve the criminal records of the three witnesses.

Sure enough, two of the three had criminal records, and Zhao Zhicheng, who accused Uncle Jiu of pushing people, had a long criminal record. Although they were all petty thefts, Zhao Zhicheng was described as a rebellious man who refused to admit his mistakes. In

an arson case that did not cause any casualties but caused property losses to citizens, Zhao Zhicheng even shouted and cursed at the police, showing his extreme dissatisfaction with the police.

Jiayi applied to the eldest sister in the archives, took away these files, copied them one by one, marked the file numbers, and returned the originals to the archives.

With these files, it can at least be proved that Zhao Zhicheng has a natural hostility towards Uncle Jiu's identity as a "detective". Zhao Zhicheng's resume will also reduce the credibility of his confession.

If Uncle Jiu really goes to court, at least the confession provided by Zhao Zhicheng, which is the most unfavorable to Uncle Jiu, can be deducted.

With the newly collected information and documents, Jiayi hurried back to the B team office. Fang Zhenyue was calling everyone to hold a case summary meeting.

Jiayi hurriedly pulled a chair and sat beside him, spreading out the notebook she brought with her, sitting upright and preparing for the meeting.

Fang Zhenyue glanced at everyone and called out Liu Jiaming's name first.

"From the test of Ximing's stomach contents, it can be seen that he has just come to Sham Shui Po to eat the time-honored Sham Tseng Roasted Goose." Liu Jiaming immediately began to report the new forensic extraction content test report this morning.

The detectives frowned. Could it be that Ximing came to Sham Shui Po just for this delicious bite?

A man who, in the eyes of his wife, has stayed in the Bai Shi Na community all his life, has actually been secretly looking for food?

After all, people cannot completely give up their desires. No matter how anonymous you are, your stomach is still your stomach. If you crave that bite when you are young, you may crave that bite for the rest of your life.

"The burning goose in the deep well is near the starting point mentioned in Uncle Jiu's confession, which confirms part of Uncle Jiu's confession." Fang Zhenyue nodded and motioned Liu Jiaming to continue. "

In the deceased's heart, gray-white to earthy yellow infarction lesions were found, proving that the deceased had myocardial infarction. It is very likely that the patient died suddenly of coronary heart disease due to emotional excitement, intense exercise, etc." Liu Jiaming looked up at Fang Zhenyue and continued: "But it cannot be ruled out that it was caused by a fall."

"Yes." Fang Zhenyue nodded.

"All external injuries on the deceased were inflicted before his death, which means that he fell to the ground after falling down the stairs.

"There are two possibilities: one is that symptoms of coronary heart disease occurred, causing him to fall and die suddenly during the fall. Because all this happened very quickly, the external injuries during the fall still showed symptoms of injuries before his death.

"The second is that he was pushed down the stairs, and the fall caused coronary heart disease, and he died suddenly when he fell to the ground. So all external injuries were inflicted before his death."

Liu Jiaming let out a sigh of relief. In short, there are many details in progress in the forensic examination and testing, but no result can clearly prove Uncle Jiu's innocence.

Everyone fell silent. Fang Zhenyue tried to keep himself rational and calm and not be controlled by his emotions. He nodded and signaled Gary to report the new test report provided by Brother Guangming from the Forensic Science Department.

After Jiayi finished her investigation of Zhang Zhicheng's files, Fang Zhenyue rubbed his brows, scanned all the detectives, and said in a deep voice:

"Who will summarize?"

Everyone looked at each other, and no one said anything.

Everyone saw that Brother Yue wanted to cultivate everyone's ability to take the lead in advancing the case, but Liu Jiaming and Gary were still digesting the information and had not yet sorted out a clearer logical chain in their minds.

Sanfu had more experience and had already marked the main lines while listening to everyone's reports. But when he was asked to summarize and also figure out the direction of subsequent work, he was a little unconfident.

So everyone looked at Eleven, who had outstanding performance in this aspect in the previous case.

Jiayi looked down at the notes in her notebook, then raised her right hand decisively, "Let me do it, Brother Yue."

"Okay." Fang Zhenyue folded his arms and stepped back, handed the marker to Jiayi, and then stood against the door frame of the office, waiting for Jiayi's performance.

Sanfu lowered his eyes and took a breath, then raised his head and sat up straight, looking forward to Jiayi's next summary.

Everyone thought she would learn from Fang Zhenyue's method, stripping away the useless information from the huge amount of information reported by everyone, grasping the key points and writing them on the whiteboard for everyone to discuss.

Then they would discuss together to come up with a prototype, and then the meeting host would give a brief summary and issue instructions.

Although Fang Zhenyue was the founder of Jiayi's work model, as a future learner, she has mastered more systematic and professional skills in summarizing, classifying, and organizing goals and methods, which is distinctive from the moment she opens her mouth.

Everyone can see that it is different from Brother Yue's habits. This unexpected way of approach makes everyone raise their eyebrows slightly and become more curious.

People often reject things that are different from themselves. But when they gradually feel the positive power of "this different thing", they will develop polarized feelings: awe and authority.

Although the agents of Group B did not react strongly, the feelings that Jiayi brought to them gradually changed from suspicion and curiosity to mystery and respect.

Under everyone's gaze, Jiayi picked up the eraser, erased what Brother Yue had written before, and re-recorded it on the side, leaving a larger whiteboard. The top left was marked [First Layer], and the top right was marked [Second Layer].

Fang Zhenyue narrowed his eyes slightly. He would probably be promoted at the end of this year, and he would leave at the beginning of next year at the latest, so he thought about cultivating everyone's independence as much as possible when handling cases in the future

. He hoped that if Jiayi could fully shoulder all the responsibilities when he left, and could normally control the detectives in the team, get to know all the colleagues in other departments, and master the simple case advancement model... that would be great.

But it was obvious that the little policewoman didn't think it was enough to just handle it. She wanted to do better, be more comfortable, and even give him a lot of surprises to be satisfied.

Fang Zhenyue has begun to wonder what Jiayi meant by these two layers and how they should be divided. He is even more curious about where she will give him double surprises in the future.

Jiayi turned around slowly and pointed to [First Layer] with the back of a marker and said:

"The key to this case lies in the two layers. The first layer is how to prove that the deceased died of a coronary heart disease.

"In this layer, whether it is to prove that Uncle Jiu did not push the deceased, or to prove that the deceased had a sudden death before falling, it can prove Uncle Jiu's innocence."

After that, she added a few words after [First Layer]: [Cause of Death].

Then, she pointed the back of the marker to the three words [Second Layer].

"Well. "

Before Jiayi opened her mouth, Liu Jiaming began to grumble anxiously, and then what, and then what? He was anxious to listen.

What does the second level mean?

Jiayi nodded and smiled at Liu Jiaming, and continued her explanation:

"The second level is to prove that Liu Fuqiang is Xi Ming. No matter what method is used to prove the true identity of the deceased, it can make Uncle Jiu's behavior of capturing the deceased become legitimate and reasonable. After this level is proven, the deceased will bear the responsibility for not obeying warnings, resisting and fleeing, and ultimately causing death. Even if Uncle Jiu really caused the deceased to fall during the pursuit, it can only be said to be an accident and cannot be convicted."

Jiayi stopped talking and hurriedly added: "Of course, Uncle Jiu must not have pushed the deceased. This is the prerequisite for tracking the first level of clues."

"Yes. "Gary sat up straight, stared at the two lines on the whiteboard, and began to think about how to prove the two lines.

Jiayi quickly gave Gary the answer:

"I thought about how to prove the first layer, and there are probably several ways to try:

"First, visit the neighbors of Liu Fuqiang's home, especially those who get off work late and go to work early, and have a lot of contact with security guard Liu Fuqiang. Ask if they have seen Liu Fuqiang feel unwell, or if anyone knows Liu Fuqiang's medical history."

Sanfu followed Jiayi's words unconsciously and counted his fingers.

Jiayi said first, and he counted the first index finger.

"Second, visit all the clinics and hospitals near Liu Fuqiang's home to find Liu Fuqiang's medical records." Jiayi continued.

Sanfu was thinking about how to implement what Jiayi said, and he counted the second middle finger, as if he was making a "V" sign.

"Third, look up information and ask forensic doctor Xu Junhao, Sir Xu, to learn more about coronary heart disease. It would be great if we can find some symptoms or details that can prove that 'Uncle Jiu did not need to push the deceased, and the deceased did not need to fall to die suddenly' or 'died suddenly before falling'. If necessary, we may even go to the hospital to find a cardiologist." Jiayi lowered her eyebrows, showing her determination to dig deep and thoroughly into the details of the deceased's death.

Sanfu silently extended his third ring finger, and his expression became more solemn along with Jiayi's.

Liu Jiaming also unconsciously moved his buttocks and frowned, wishing he could follow Jiayi's words and wave his fist to show that he was also willing to do these tasks and that he was determined to get to the bottom of the case.

Fang Zhenyue's eyes were always fixed on Jiayi. Since the fruit corpse case on Portland Street, the young policewoman has been showing her comprehensive strength in all aspects. No, or even earlier, she has been showing her prominence to everyone. Now, she is probably just growing and getting stronger.

When accepting a challenge, everyone will be hesitant, afraid of difficulties, wavering and frustrated. People are born with so many emotions, and they are controlled and troubled by these emotions throughout their lives.

But why does the young policewoman always seem to be so excited and energetic?

Is it because she has light in her heart? Can she be inspired to show her skills and not be afraid even in the coldest weather?

Even he, after experiencing yesterday, thinking of what Uncle Nine has experienced, will feel sympathy for his kind.

I am also upset and angry, and I have to fight my emotions. It is inevitable that I will be distracted. I have to use my energy to suppress my emotions and stay rational.

It's great that Detective Yi Jiayi is like a little steel egg that is always full of electricity. She gives instructions with a loud voice and full of morale.

But... it makes him look like a worried old thing, hey.

Turning his eyes slowly to the window and looking at the scenery farther away, Fang Zhenyue took a deep breath quietly.

Listening to Jiayi's words and feeling the efforts of the little policewoman to try to control the overall situation, my mood suddenly became cheerful.

The huge stone that had been pressing on my chest because of Uncle Jiu's situation was also removed by Jiayi's light-hearted speech.

If Uncle Jiu heard these words from Jiayi and felt her dedication and determination, he would also feel relieved and happy.

Which victim would not feel relieved when someone is fighting so hard for your innocence?

Reassurance.

When your life and innocence are entrusted to such a detective, and the burden of this career and job is fully entrusted to him, both the victim and the superior will feel relieved!

"The fourth point is to check the background of the eyewitnesses. I have found out some information about Zhao Zhicheng. This man has been lying and hostile to justice for a long time. I hope that the low rating of his credibility can also help Uncle Jiu to clarify. But I still want to consult some professional lawyers to find out if it will be really useful in the trial. Also, Zhao Zhicheng provided false evidence. Can we send him to prison to serve a warning to others?"

Jiayi gritted her teeth as she spoke, and her jealous look brought out a bit of momentum.

Gary nodded unconsciously. Yes, "obstruction of public service should be punished by prison" has been shouted for many years. Can it really be a severe sentence to teach those villains who frame others a lesson?

"This is the first layer." Jiayi pointed to the [second layer]. "When a person changes into another person out of thin air, there must be traces left. The transfer procedures of the deceased's house will always leave archive records. This can be checked.

"The second point is, when was the fingerprint of the deceased erased? His wife has made it clear that she will not cooperate with the police in the investigation, so we have to check it. He has lived in his house for so many years. Can we still find old fingerprints from many years ago? Now the search warrant cannot be approved for a while, and we still have to continue to think of ways.

"Third, we need to ask Brother Guangming from the Forensic Science Department for advice on what other evidence we can use to identify a person. We can check them one by one.

"Fourth, there is undigested roast goose in Ximing's stomach. We can also make another visit to the Sham Tseng Roast Goose restaurant near the starting point where Uncle Jiu tracked Ximing down to collect evidence.

"Fifth, Uncle Jiu was involved in this case before. Are there other people who can provide testimony? Apart from a blurry old photo in the old files, are there other archived records about Ximing? Are there other people who have seen Ximing in previous cases? After the second mission was successful, were there any people who were imprisoned who had contact with Ximing? Although the criminal may not cooperate with the police in the investigation, if there are points for sentence reduction, perhaps such a person can be found..."

Jiayi finished speaking all in one breath, then she let out a long breath and briefly recorded the points she had thought of on the whiteboard.

Then he turned to look at Fang Zhenyue, "Sir Fang, I've finished summarizing."

"I will emphasize to Madam again about the search warrant. Try every possible means to apply for it." Fang Zhenyue looked at the points on the whiteboard and said,

"Well said. The logic is basically clear."

He savored Jiayi's division, then turned to look at the agents and began to call on them:

"Sanfu, come with me to check a few points on the second floor. Eleven, how about you take Liu Jiaming and Gary to check the first floor?"

Jiayi widened her eyes, looked at Fang Zhenyue, then at Gary and Liu Jiaming, "Can I do it, Brother Yue?"

Fang Zhenyue nodded, "That's it, Gary and Jiaming, follow Eleven's instructions, understand?"

"Yes, sir." Gary immediately stood up and took the order.

"Got it, sir." After receiving the order, Liu Jiaming turned around and smiled at Jiayi, expressing his support for her as the team leader: "Let's start, madam?"

Jiayi raised her eyes and looked at Fang Zhenyue. She pursed her lips, nodded vigorously, and said to Gary and Liu Jiaming:

"Brother Gary, go to the Baisna community to visit the residents.

"Brother Jiaming, ask Sir Xu about coronary heart disease, and ask Sir Xu if he has any expert doctors in heart-related specialties to recommend."

"Yes, madam."

Gary and Liu Jiaming immediately received the task, turned around and went out to get busy.

Fang Zhenyue nodded and arranged for Sanfu to check the transfer procedures of the unit where Liu Fuqiang lived. He went to check the follow-up of Jiushu's old case and prepared to go directly to the prison to meet with old people who might have contacted Ximing in the case.

Jiayi held her notebook, took a deep breath, put on her coat, went out and went straight to the Baishina community, and began to visit all the nearby hospitals and clinics.

...

The police were busy outside, and there was no way to catch up with the meal, so they had to hastily solve the meal outside and fill their stomachs.

Jiayi was no exception. She went to the big hospital, but did not find the medical records and medical records of the patient Liu Fuqiang. She had to cross out this hospital and go to other ones.

I was hungry when I ran to the third stall, so I had to find food in the alley across the street from the hospital.

The first thing I saw when I walked into the alley was the stall of ** Egg Waffles. Meeting was fate, so Jiayi bought one without hesitation.

While waiting, she also took care of the business of the takoyaki next door.

The thick milky yellow sauce was poured into the mold, and after pressing it, it was time to wait.

Standing on the side of the stall, the wind blew the aroma of egg waffles, the aroma of hot eggs and batter spread over, and a faint sweetness could be smelled, which made people salivate.

On the other side of the stall, the takoyaki was turned over and rolled into perfect balls, one by one, and placed in a pulp paper box. After the wooden fish flakes were sprinkled on them, they began to twist and dance, making the heat of the takoyaki visible and tangible.

Jiayi took the takoyaki and immediately put one in her mouth, rolling it with mustard sweet sauce and bonito flakes.

It was so hot that it made her hiss. It was crispy on the outside and tender and soft on the inside. It was so delicious that she couldn't stop eating it. It was just a little hot, which is not worth mentioning for people who enjoy food.

After chewing 4 takoyaki, the egg waffles were also out of the oven. The boss put it in a cardboard shell and handed it to Jiayi. As soon as she took it, she felt like she had received a hand warmer, warm and fragrant.

It was crispy and fragrant when she took a bite, and soft and glutinous when she chewed it again. Not to mention the sweet and fragrant layered taste of the steaming eggs and flour.

Walking in the late autumn alley with a light breeze, I felt full both mentally and physically after tasting two snacks. In fact, humans can easily feel happy. After

eating egg waffles and takoyaki, the chill of late autumn faded away and my hunger was cured.

I came across another dessert shop that only made stewed eggs and stewed milk. Jiayi walked in without hesitation. She didn't care about sitting back to back with other customers. She held the stewed eggs that the boss brought to her with both hands. When she saw the super tender stewed eggs shaking sexy when the bowl landed on the table, she felt her appetite was opened.

The soft luster, the warm egg aroma, and the faint almond flavor...

Jiayi smacked her lips and picked a porcelain spoon from the small spoon bowl on the table to match the milky white and gentle texture of this bowl of apricot stewed eggs.

She scooped a spoonful of soup, blew on it and put it in her mouth. She sipped it delicately. The freshness of the stewed egg in the forepart and the fresh and slightly bitter apricot juice in the afterpart made this bowl of stewed egg satisfying and not greasy.

After finishing this bowl, Jiayi got up and tried the next one.

She said it was just a meal to fill her stomach after work, but she had exceeded her limit without realizing it.

After walking past three or four stores, she saw people queuing up to eat barbecued pork buns and steamed shrimp dumplings... Although Jiayi was drooling, she didn't dare to eat anymore. If

your stomach is too full, you will feel sleepy.

All learners know that you can't eat too much before preparing to study, because it will make you drowsy and not conducive to brain work.

In order to maintain her spirit, Jiayi had to turn around and leave the alley.

She took out her notebook and rushed to the next hospital.