On this morning, Fang Zhenyue's breakfast was so rich because the talented chef Mr. Yi Jiadong was cooking.

The round table was full of people, arranged from big to small, and everyone was enjoying the food.

When the person sitting opposite you eats a particularly delicious meal, you can't help but have a big appetite and eat a lot more food than usual.

This is the portrayal of Fang Zhenyue at the breakfast table today.

He ate a soft and glutinous milk waffle with toppings, a milk pineapple bun, a yellow and tender scrambled egg sprinkled with chopped green onions, half a plate of boiled choy sum, two fried shrimp wontons, half a plate of fried sausage slices with butter, a cheese sandwich, a cup of hot latte prepared by Jiayi using the coffee machine he brought back from Italy, and half an orange. He felt like a big eater, just like the super macho Qin Xiaolei who ate a whole bowl of food.

Touching his round belly, Fang Zhenyue turned his head and asked Yi Jiajun's soul: "Do you eat such a rich meal every morning?"

"Yes." Yi Jiajun answered as a matter of course, with a suspicious expression of "Don't you eat such an ordinary and ordinary breakfast?"

"..." Fang Zhenyue felt his soul tremble.

Doubtful about life: What kind of miserable life did I lead before? Is that called living? It was just surviving death.

It was sad. I wanted to be Yi Jiadong's younger brother.

Fang Shazhan hid his pity firmly, patted Yi Jiajun's shoulder like an elder brother, and said with deep emotion:

"You must cherish your blessings, child."

"Yes, sir." Yi Jiajun imitated the way his elder sister obeyed orders and nodded seriously. While nodding, he looked at Fang Sir with sympathy, sighing in his heart: Rich people are so pitiful, they don't even have a good breakfast, and they live in such a deserted big house all day long. What's the point.

Jiajun frowned and sighed, and continued to concentrate on eating breakfast. Awooo, the crispy and tender on the outside and the oozy milk cakes were so delicious. It was better to be poor. Ah woo, chew and chew.

"..." Poor rich man Fang.

Mixed feelings.

...

After breakfast, Fang Zhenyue sent Jiayi to the police station as he promised, then sent Yi Jiadong to work, and then sent the two children to school.

He sent Jiajun first, and when they were on the street in front of the school gate, Jiajun said:

"Brother Yue, please drop me off here."

"Isn't there another street?" Fang Zhenyue slowed down in confusion.

"..." Jia Jun looked at him with an expression of 'Brother Yue, you really don't understand' and sighed softly, "Brother Yue, if someone sees me going to school in such a luxury car, they will think I am so unstable, so vain, so fond of showing off my wealth, and so without substance, and then they will look down on me and isolate me. I can handle this."

"..." Fang Zhenyue.

Slowing down and parking on the left side of the road, Fang Zhenyue turned around and handed the schoolbag to Jiajun, reminding him:

"Be careful on the road."

"Brother Yue, drive slowly and don't rush." ​​Jiajun put on the schoolbag and was about to leave, but then stopped and asked: "Brother Yue, will you come to Yi Ji for dinner tonight?"

"Probably." Fang Zhenyue raised an eyebrow, "Why?"

"There is a store selling delicious taro shrimps in front of our school. Brother Yue must have never eaten it. I will bring it to you tonight." Jiajun patted his waist, "It's my treat."

"..." Fang Zhenyue didn't know whether to laugh or cry. It was over. He was regarded as a poor rich man who had never seen the world and had never eaten anything by the children. "Okay, thank you Jiajun."

"Brother Yue always treats my elder sister to delicious food, so we have to treat him back." After nodding earnestly, Jiajun turned around, carrying his big schoolbag, mixed in with the pedestrians, and walked to school with his head held high.

Fang Zhenyue tilted his head and turned the steering wheel, drove back to the road, stepped on the accelerator and drove straight to Jiaru's school, not noticing that he was smiling on his face in the rearview mirror.

When they were almost at Jiaru's school, Fang Zhenyue turned around and asked, "Are you going to get off a block earlier too?"

"I'm not as troublesome as a kid, Brother Yue, just drop me off at the school gate." Jiaru leaned over the passenger seat, looking at the road ahead, and occasionally turned her head to look at the pedestrians on the sidewalk, looking for familiar faces carrying schoolbags.

When she saw her classmates, she immediately leaned over and waved her hands. Seeing her classmates raise their eyebrows and show a surprised and envious expression, Jiaru couldn't help but sigh with relief.

One or two years ago, my vanity began to awaken. At that time, I was so envious when I saw my rich classmates being picked up by their families in big cars. I always felt that others were flowers living in the sun, while I was a small mushroom hiding in the shadows. Occasionally, I would feel self-pity.

Now that I finally get on a big car to go to school, this is what it feels like.

The jeep stopped at the school gate. Jiaru put on her schoolbag and jumped out of the car lightly. When she turned around, her long hair swung out in a beautiful arc, and her black hair shone in the sun.

"Thank you, Brother Yue. I will also buy you some snacks from the school gate tonight. They will definitely be no worse than what Jiajun brings you." Jiaru turned around and walked to the driver's seat, stretched out her hand to hold the car window, bent down and smiled to greet him.

"See you tonight." Fang Zhenyue nodded, waved his hand, stepped on the accelerator and returned to the road, driving towards the intersection where he could turn around.

Jiaru watched Fang Zhenyue's jeep leave, and the classmate who had just greeted Jiaru also caught up.

The other party patted Jiaru's shoulder with his right hand, but his eyes were looking at the jeep that Fang Zhenyue drove away, and exclaimed: "Mercedes-Benz Jeep, this car is so expensive, my dad has always wanted to buy it, but he couldn't bear to buy it."

"Is this car very expensive?" Jiaru asked curiously.

"Of course. And the license plate number is so old, is he one of the first people to buy a car, old money, a rich man, is he your eldest brother? Or your boyfriend? Haha."

"Neither." Jiaru shook her head.

The classmates watched the big jeep turn around at the intersection ahead, and when it turned back, it passed the school gate. The man in the driver's seat waved to Jiaru before driving away.

"What a handsome guy." The classmates couldn't help but smile, with a light in their eyes that showed they had discovered gossip, "So handsome~"

"Of course." Jiaru turned around and stepped into the school gate under the envious eyes of the classmates.

...

When Fang Zhenyue returned to the police station, the detectives were sorting out clues.

Jiayi stood in front of the whiteboard with her arms folded, while Liu Jiaming was writing on the whiteboard: [Where did the body go? ]

When everyone saw Fang Zhenyue walk in, they immediately put down their work, stood up and greeted him:

"Brother Yue~"

"Sir Fang!"

"How is it? Any new clues?" Fang Zhenyue unbuttoned a button. The temperature in Hong Kong had warmed up a bit today. He drove all the way back, feeling the humid and hot wind. He actually felt a bit hot.

He casually grabbed a cup of coffee, tilted his head back and drank half of it. He walked to the table in front of the whiteboard, leaned back, and sat down.

In the B team's office, the table is not only used for working, but also for sitting.

"The Central Police Station's Forensic Science Division sent us some of their expedited test results and the latest extracted information this morning by fax." Liu Jiaming put down his marker, walked to Fang Zhenyue's side, and reported:

"There are signs of sudden braking at the big bend of Shi Xun Road. According to information such as tire distance, it can be judged that the vehicle is a five-seater VW.

"From clues such as footprints, it can be inferred that the victim jumped out of the car first, fell down, climbed up and ran away, and jumped off the cliff in a panic. The amount of blood lost during this process is already very large.

"The two men were fighting and tearing the suit until they found it. The victim's suit was torn off, and then the two men tore it in another direction and returned to the vehicle from another direction.

"Afterwards, someone stepped on some of the footprints and bloodstains at the crime scene. It has been determined that some of the traces were destroyed by another eyewitness who found the scene, that is, the sanitation worker.

"It is possible that the murderer also destroyed some of the scene, but it is not possible to verify for the time being.

"The murderer did not go back to retrieve the suit. It may be because he needed to control the victim and had no time to deal with the dispute scene. It may also be because he heard the sound of the sanitation worker's motorcycle on the uphill side and had to flee the scene immediately."

Liu Jiaming took a deep breath, thought for a while, and then continued:

"All the blood collected from various places at the scene was tested and belonged to the same person.

"No blood of a second person was found at the scene.

"In front of the area where the suit was found, where the victim and the assailant clashed, there was a lot of blood loss.

"Based on the amount of blood, the forensic officer of the Central Police Station issued a report that the owner of the suit should be dead. The time of death was most likely when he was dragged back to the car after the dispute,

which was probably between 7pm and 9pm on the evening of the 22nd. "And the time when the victim and the assailant had an argument at the turning point of Sze Hoon Road was probably between 5pm and 7pm."

Fang Zhenyue walked to the whiteboard and wrote down the two time points.

"The existing fingerprints have not been matched to anyone yet, and my colleagues in the Forensic Division of the Central Police Station will continue to do fingerprint imaging comparisons. "Liu Jiaming nodded his head, picked up the notebook he had written down when he answered the phone just now, took a look at it and continued:

"The Forensic Division of the Central Police Station will go to the scene for a second investigation during the day today. After all, it was dark last night and there may be clues missed. They asked us, as the CID heads of the case, to send at least one detective to accompany the investigation."

"Uncle Jiu and Jiaming go, there is no need to go down the cliff, just follow to do some investigation and collect some clues." Fang Zhenyue ordered.

"Yes, sir." After Uncle Jiu and Liu Jiaming responded, they each took a cup of coffee that Jiayi ordered downstairs in the morning on the office table, and set off.

Fang Zhenyue stretched his arms, turned to look at the three remaining people in the office, and suddenly turned to ask Jiayi:

"What do you think we should do next? "

Jia Yi was making notes in a notebook while lowering her eyes in deep thought when she was suddenly called. She raised her head and was stunned for a few seconds before she realized what Brother Yue was talking about.

Turning around and meeting the gazes of San Fu and Gary, Jia Yi suppressed the instinctive urge to be humble, took a deep breath and stood up, bravely enduring possible scrutiny from others, and calmly faced her desire to be a sergeant. She stood up and said:

"The most important thing we can do now is to identify the victim and find this person, or the body.

“Among the photos faxed over by the Forensic Investigation Division of the Central Police Station this morning, there was a photo of a suit. We can make a few copies and have one team take the photos up Sze Hoon Avenue and visit the wealthy residents of The Peak. Perhaps we can find the person who owns this suit.

“Another team will take the photos to luxury stores and look for the person who bought this suit based on the brand and style of the jacket. "

When the Forensic Division of the Central Police Station called just now, Jiayi took the phone and specifically asked Ah Wei, who sent the fax and called, about the brand, material and other information of the suit.

Expensive clothes from big brands are also luxury goods. Unlike the clothes that ordinary people buy casually, they have information such as models and styles. Probably just like people, they have information such as date of birth, place of birth, etc., and have their "identity cards". Based on these clues, it is possible to trace the source.

Fang Zhenyue had a plan in his mind. After hearing Jiayi's words, he nodded seriously and then raised his eyebrows to indicate.

Jiayi received his message, pursed her lips, turned to look at Brother Sanfu and Gary, and mustered up the courage to give orders to the detectives:

"Brother Sanfu and Gary will find a store selling this suit in Hong Kong based on the existing information, and then visit brand stores to look for people who bought this suit.

"Brother Yue and I will go to the top of the mountain to visit residents to find the owner of the suit.

"Let's set off now."

Although she had led the team of Gary and Liu Jiaming arranged by Brother Yue before, she was still a little nervous with Brother Sanfu this time. She

has never been a leader and is not used to managing and commanding others. She still has a lot of psychological burdens.

She is worried that others are still unwilling to accept it in their bones, and will feel that her issuing orders when she is holding the whole situation is an attack, and thus become hostile.

She is also afraid that even if Brother Sanfu does Even though her colleagues like her, they still cannot accept being commanded by her. After all, sometimes people think they have accepted it rationally, but when they actually encounter something, their emotions still prevail, and they instinctively resist and become unhappy.

Since Brother Yue began to consciously train her awareness and ability to lead a team independently, Jiayi realized that power does not mean "I can do whatever I want". If

you want to have power, you must have it. It takes courage and confidence. You need to manage the courage of others and control the confidence of others.

This is also a responsibility. You have to make sure that your decision is right.

At the same time, you have to consider other people, whether the work you assign is suitable for them, whether your arrangement protects their rights and interests, and does not offend them...

After all, you are arranging them to do some very hard, tiring, and even dangerous work. What if they are not happy to do it? What if they encounter danger?

It turns out that power also means pressure, more responsibility and workload. It means that if Jiayi wants to be a sar exhibition, wants to get more benefits, and wants to compete, she must have more ability, do more thinking, and take on more work.

She must get used to it, must learn faster like a sponge, and must be brave enough to be the first, in order to do the best and better.

Brother Yue and Madam Qiu have already written her name on the shortlist. She will have to undergo more tests and interviews in the future.

Now she is only facing the most basic work that she must learn to be a sergeant.

The ones who accept her orders are the detectives who are familiar with her, such as Brother Sanfu and Brother Gary, and Brother Yue is there to support her. If she can't handle this situation, Uncle Jiu will retire, Team B will have new people, and Brother Yue will be transferred. What will she do? Thinking

of this, Jiayi took a deep breath, quickly recalled the current case situation, and immediately confirmed that her arrangement was fine.

So she straightened her chest, raised her head, and looked at Brother Sanfu and Brother Gary without any fear.

Her confidence and momentum were conveyed to the two agents, and Jiayi had always left them with a reliable impression. The appropriate orders and the good reputation of "Jiayi is always reliable and capable" made the two agents not have any negative emotions. They smoothly accepted the current situation arranged by Yi Jiayi and responded one by one to express their acceptance.

Fang Zhenyue nodded at this time and made the decision: "Let's get started!"

"Yes, sir!" The agents responded in unison and took the order to work.

Jiayi took a deep breath, lowered her eyes and realized her nervousness and worry just now, and then carefully savored the feedback from Sanfu and Gary who accepted it smoothly, and vaguely realized how to gain recognition and respect from others as a sergeant.

She also had an explanation for her worries. It turns out that before doing some things, you will be afraid of difficulties, but when you really do it, you may find that it is not that difficult and there is nothing to be afraid of.

You just need to do it seriously and then take that step.

Looking up, she met Fang Zhenyue's eyes, her feet snapped together, stood at attention, raised her chest and head, she saluted Fang Zhenyue in a standard way, and then said seriously:

"I understand, Sir Fang."

Fang Zhenyue's lips curled up, his eyes were full of recognition and praise.

Very good, he didn't need to say too much, she already understood his intentions, and learned what he wanted to teach her.

You are worthy of you, Yi Jiayi.