At the end of the day, Liang Shule was easily snatched from Zhang Feng, the inspector of Group A, by Fang Zhenyue.

Zhang Feng was angry all the way back to the serious crime team. When

they were about to reach the Group B office, Zhang Feng was still furious and swore at Fang Zhenyue who was not paying attention:

"Thief! Fang Zhenyue, you are a robber! It was obviously Liang Shule who was selected in the list first!"

Fang Zhenyue ignored Zhang Feng and turned to the Group B office with Liang Shule, who looked terrified and as if he had made a mistake.

Seeing that he was about to part ways with Zhang Feng, Liang Shule finally gathered up his courage and suddenly stopped to say to Zhang Feng:

"Sir Zhang, I'm sorry! It's not Sir Fang's fault, it's... I want to go to Group B."

"?" Zhang Feng turned around and stared at Liang Shule with an unhappy look on his face, "What do you mean?"

"I... I have worked with Yi Shazhan from Group B before, and she has been very kind to me. It is also because she recognized my ability that I signed up for the secondment to the serious crime team this time." Liang Shule saluted to Zhang Feng and said, "Sorry, sir, it's not Sir Fang's fault. Sorry, sir!"

The young man apologized repeatedly with a guilty look on his face.

Zhang Feng frowned even more tightly, but after Liang Shule said this, he no longer had the right to continue to lose his temper with Fang Zhenyue.

He pursed his lips into a straight line, and stared at Fang Zhenyue with even more anger. Really... a complete failure!

Fang Zhenyue put away his indifferent expression and smiled.

Zhang Feng looked at Fang Zhenyue's smug expression and became even more unhappy. He rolled his eyes at Liang Shule and left.

Liang Shule stood at the door pitifully, watching Zhang Feng walk into his office, then he looked away, met Fang Zhenyue's eyes, and apologized again:

"Sorry, Fang Sir."

Fang Zhenyue frowned and patted Liang Shule on the shoulder, "Well said."

"What's the matter?" Jiayi was just discussing the "Weili Jinhui Case" with Xu Shaowei and Jiu Shu in the office, one clue after another. When she heard the noise outside the door, she walked out and saw Inspector Zhang roaring into her office. Fortunately, he slammed the door hard.

Did Brother Yue bully the people of Group A again?

Liang Shule turned around and saw Yi Shazhan, who had been kind to him, standing in front of him. Thinking of what he had just said, he didn't know if she heard it, and his face turned red in embarrassment.

"It's okay." Fang Zhenyue said to Liang Shule, "Here, the person you ordered."

Jiayi's eyes turned from Fang Zhenyue to Liang Shule, and then from Liang Shule back to Brother Yue. Seeing that the two of them tacitly didn't talk about how they were angry with Inspector Zhang Feng, she didn't mention it, and turned to Liang Shule and said with a smile:

"Welcome to Group B."

"Madam..." Liang Shule stood up straight, and hesitated for a while, not knowing whether to raise his arm to salute.

Seeing Yi Jiayi walk into the office and smile and invite him in, he stopped saluting and walked into the office a little restrained.

Sanfu was standing up to go out, nodded to Brother Yue and the others, and turned to Liang Shule when he reached the door:

"New here, do you want to smoke?"

He took out a cigarette and shook it at Liang Shule.

"No." Liang Shule said truthfully.

"Oh, why is it so hard to find someone to smoke with?" Sanfu shook his head and walked out helplessly.

Xu Shaowei, who was still reading documents in the office, raised his head and glanced at the door, only catching a glimpse of Sanfu's back.

"It's good not to smoke, just like Shaowei. You young people don't smoke or drink, and you're not even addicted to Mark Six Lottery. You don't have bad habits. You don't have to be like me. I have to quit smoking at such an old age. Oh." Uncle Jiu stood up and stretched his waist. He was frustrated that he couldn't smoke because he was blocked from solving the case.

He took the small wooden stick from his ear and continued to chew it.

"But Uncle Jiu looks much better after quitting smoking." Jiayi smiled and continued.

"Of course I gained 10 pounds!" Uncle Jiu patted his face and then his belly. When people start to quit smoking, their mouths are empty, so they start to eat and drink a lot, and they gain weight like blowing up a balloon in the blink of an eye.

I was already weak, and now it's even worse. After running around with other agents for a day, my heels, knees, and hips are all sore.

"Come and sit here, would you like some milk tea?" Liu Jiaming asked Liang Shule to use Brother Yue's old table and chair first, handed him a cup of milk tea, and said considerately:

"I'm not giving you the oldest and most broken table and chair. These are for Sir Fang."

"Thank you." Liang Shule stood by the table, thought for a moment, and said to the people in the office: "My name is Liang Shule."

"Liu Jiaming."

"Lin Wangjiu, just call me Uncle Jiu." Uncle Jiu turned and pointed at Xu Shaowei who was sitting there in a daze: "The one who doesn't talk much is called Xu Shaowei."

"Gary." Gary finished speaking and pointed at the door and said: "The one who just went out is called Tan Sanfu, you can just call him Brother Sanfu."

"Okay." Seeing that everyone was so friendly, Liang Shule finally smiled. The reservedness and timidity in front of a room full of serious seniors dissipated a lot.

Holding the milk tea in his palm, the sweet aroma rushed into his nose, and he couldn't help but hold the straw and take a sip.

It was so fragrant.

For the rest of the afternoon, everyone went through all the previous clues in the office, brainstormed and guessed the motive of the crime based on these contents.

"Indiscriminate murder?"

"We met before in the vegetable market and had a conflict, but no one else remembered it, and then followed them to the house and killed the whole family?"

"Could it be someone who had a crush on the male owner? When the male owner's wife and children died, she could meet the male owner by chance as a stranger, and then enter the house to become the new mistress of this family?" Liang Shule also participated in it, and after speaking, she was worried that she would be laughed at for speaking too wildly.

Fortunately, no one behaved abnormally, except for the agent named Xu Shaowei who stared at him from time to time, and never looked away when they looked at each other, but he didn't say a word, which seemed a bit strange and gloomy.

"Write it down, Gary and Jiaming will go to the male owner tonight to see if there are any strange people contacting him." Jiayi arranged.

With no direction to move forward, they could only continue to keep an eye on the survivors in this family.

The team was ready to set off.

When they arrived at Yi Ji, Gary and Liu Jiaming took the lunch boxes that Yi Jiadong had prepared for them from Ah Xiang, and then drove away in Uncle Jiu's car.

Others crowded into Yi Ji, sat around the table, and began to order food.

Liang Shule sat among the detectives, listening to them familiarly calling out the names of the dishes, accepting new things in a daze.

"Is there anything you want to eat?" Jiayi asked.

"Oh, I'm fine, madam." Liang Shule was called and became reserved again.

"Just call me Eleven." Jiayi said.

"Call me Eleventh Sister." Sanfu corrected.

"Eleventh Sister." Liang Shule nodded and read out word by word.

Everyone was amused by his silly look, which made him blush.

Xu Shaowei sat opposite, looking at the young Liang Shule with unspeakable envy in his eyes.

Why do young men of similar age encounter such different situations when they first join the police force?

Pursing his lips and lowering his eyes, Xu Shaowei rubbed the teacup in front of

him in circles with his fingers. The envy in his heart gradually became stronger and more exciting, and finally turned into jealousy, making his heart tingle and hurt like needles. Suddenly, tea poured into the teacup he was rubbing, and he looked up and met the eyes of the woman who poured tea for him.

The itching in his chest melted into a numbing warmth.

"Try the plum blossom tea." Jiayi put the teacup back on the table and motioned for him to drink.

Xu Shaowei drank the tea obediently, and there was no other thought in his mind, only the fragrance of tea and the sweetness of flowers.

Tonight we had soup, partridge stewed with Sichuan loquat paste, one bowl of thick soup per person, with a portion of barbecued pork rice, a simple meal, fresh and filling, without putting too much pressure on the stomach.

We finished eating quickly, and everyone stood up to help Yi Jiadong greet the guests. Sanfu said hello and left, saying that he was going to meet a blind date before the New Year.

Uncle Jiu helped to collect the things and saw a man who only ordered a plate of pickled radish with tofu and a bowl of rice. He couldn't help but go to the back kitchen and whisper to Yi Jiadong:

"A plate of pickled radish like this can only buy two bowls of rice. Even if it's such a cheap meal, it still takes up a seat, and people who want to eat big meals have to queue up. If all the customers eat pickled radish with rice like this, wouldn't it be a pity?

"It would be better not to allow customers to order like this."

Yi Jiadong smiled naively, his hands did not stop chopping the roast duck, and every cut was as clean as before, with every two pieces of meat the same width.

"You can't do this. Yi Ji has been open for many years, and it used to rely on the care of the neighbors to stay open.

"Nowadays, some ingredients are very expensive, and a lot of money can be made, but people should not forget their roots, and neither should restaurants.

"At Yi Ji, no matter what we eat, we are guests.

"This society already has enough classes and unfairness. For example, rich people can go to the best schools and have a bright future, while poor people can't even afford to go to school. Rich people can't die from cancer, while poor people can even be fatally affected by a cold. Also, rich people live in mansions, while poor people can only live in subdivided flats in tenement buildings.

"At least, when it comes to filling their stomachs, people can't be rich.

"Rich people can eat their fill, and poor people can eat their fill. Rich people feel satisfied eating delicacies from land and sea, and in Yi Ji, poor people can also feel that sour radishes are delicious. It would be great to walk out with a warm and heavy stomach."

"..." Uncle Jiu stood by with his arms folded, unable to say a word.

Old people sometimes feel that they are not as clear-headed as young people... probably this time.

No wonder Yi Jiayi often gives people a relaxed and carefree feeling. With such a brother, it is hard not to live freely. People who cannot be bound by money and greed, their souls have wings, right?

After Yi Jiadong finished speaking, he stuck the knife on the wooden cutting board beside him, picked up the roast duck that had been cut and placed, and was about to pass it out the window. He saw Ah Xiang leaning on the window and looking at him eagerly. Jiayi, Xu Shaowei, and the new agent Liang Shule from Team B, who helped to clear the table and carried the dirty dishes to the back kitchen, all stood there and stared at him.

His face tightened, and he smiled awkwardly, "What's wrong?"

"Brother, if you have any more famous sayings to wake up the world, say a few more, I love to hear them." Jiayi put the dirty dishes in the sink, turned around and looked at Yi Jiadong with admiration.

"Master, I admire you." Clara also raised her head from the stove beside her and said in a loud voice.

Ah Xiang outside the glass window finally came back to her senses, reached into the food delivery port of the glass window, took the food handed over by Yi Jiadong, and happily served the food to the guests.

With such a boss, employees will feel happy and work hard.

"Okay, okay, stop looking at me. I'm nervous. If the food is too salty, it will ruin the reputation." Yi Jiadong waved his hands and shouted at him.

"You are the reputation of Yi Ji, and it won't be ruined." Jiayi stood by happily, watching her eldest brother teaching Clara to cook, busy and lively.

"How is the case you've been handling recently?" Yi Jiadong was busy while chatting with Jiayi distractedly.

"It's not going well. We can't find the suspect." Jiayi said.

"I saw it in the newspaper. There are four people in the family, old and young. Sigh, the Chinese New Year is coming in a month. The rest of the family is going to be sad." Yi Jiadong said. "

Not only that family is sad, but the real estate developers will also be crying during the Chinese New Year. The house prices have fallen so much that my mother can't recognize them. The news today said that Weili Jinhui is finished. The house prices in the building where the person died will be halved. The houses above and below and opposite the building next to them can only be sold at 30% to 40% off. It is estimated that it will be difficult to sell. The family was so tragically wiped out, and the resentment must be heavy." Clara also followed up.

"More than that, the price of the entire community can't be raised. Let's see if the real estate developer of Wei Li Jin Hui wants to hold a ritual, invite a few masters, spend some money to change the feng shui, and calm the evil spirits and resentment." Uncle Jiu is very interested in this topic. He also knows a few very spiritual masters. If he were asked to handle the matter of Wei Li Jin Hui, he would definitely spend money to invite those masters.

"What a pity. Even at a 70% discount, I can't afford it. Otherwise, it's a two-bedroom, one-bathroom, magnificent and golden mansion. I heard that you can see Victoria Bay from the upper floors. I'd buy it if I could live in it, even if I'm haunted by ghosts every day or lose two years of my life!" Clara couldn't help sighing, "Poor people are so miserable. They can't even live in haunted houses."

"What nonsense are you talking about? Of course, health and longevity are more important." Uncle Jiu said.

"Even if it's a haunted house, it can definitely be sold. There are many people who think like Clara. Poverty is more terrible than seeing ghosts." Xu Shaowei walked to the sink, rolled up his sleeves and started washing the dishes.

"Hey, stop it, it's so dirty, Shaowei..." Yi Jiadong hurried forward to stop him, but seeing Xu Shaowei already scrubbing skillfully, he could only sigh embarrassedly, "When you come here, you always help with this and that..."

"It's a small matter." Xu Shaowei didn't look up. The water washed over his fingers and the greasy dishes. He took the rag, pinched it with one hand, pushed and pulled it twice, and the dishes turned a circle and were cleaned. His movements were more efficient than the housewife who was good at housework.

Liang Shule saw Xu Shaowei helping with the work, so he also went to help wash and serve the vegetables. Lian Fang

Zhenyue also went to the counter to help Jiajun with the cashier work.

Everyone was busy and chatting at the same time. After a long while, they realized that Yi Jiayi had not spoken. When they looked over, they found that she lowered her eyes and frowned, and they didn't know what she was thinking. It was not