Sister Yin had been working for decades, and this was the first time that she finished work a few minutes late.

The next day, Yi Jiayi stopped helping her and wanted to leave her to join a group of stinky old men and go to a war for justice.

"Here's a bottle of mosquito repellent. It has a floral scent. Spray it when you have nothing to do. The men in the serious crime team stink." Sister Yin waved her hand to disperse the stench, then smiled again, "If you buy afternoon tea for Sir Fang in the future, you will have to pay. Now you are an agent, and you are not obligated to do logistics work."

"Okay, Sister Yin." Yi Jiayi nodded obediently, with a serious look, as if Sister Yin said something important and professional.

"Come back often in the future. Sister Yin has prepared black tea for you."

"I'll come back to help Sister Yin sort out the documents when I have nothing to do."

"What? Come back to your parents' house to sit down. Why do you have to work?"

"Hehe."

Sister Yin helped Yi Jiayi sort out her things before she left work with her bag.

Yi Jiayi went downstairs carrying two stacked paper boxes and impatiently placed the things on the desk by the window.

Liu Jiaming had just called the family to inform them to come and collect the body tomorrow, and then went to take the transcript to compare the evidence with the forensic officer and the forensic department. When he turned back, he saw Yi Jiayi putting things in the office.

I just heard Brother Yue say that Jiayi will come to the Serious Case B Team tomorrow. I didn't expect that she has already arrived. He appeared in front of Yi Jiayi in one step, then sat down at her desk and asked with a smile:

"Starting tomorrow, can I ask you for anything I want to eat? Can we change to two bright red flowers tomorrow, which will be more auspicious, with fewer dead people and murders, so that we can have some peace and quiet."

"Don't call Yi Jiayi too much in the future. We are all colleagues. Remember to pay when you ask someone to do something for you." Fang Zhenyue walked in from the back with a stack of documents in his hand.

He walked to Yi Jiayi's desk, pushed Liu Jiaming down, and patted the place where Liu Jiaming sat with the documents in his backhand, as if it was rubbed dirty. After brushing off the non-existent filth, he put down the documents and said, "You will use them for the report tomorrow. They are all reports on various evidence and transcripts of confessions."

"Got it, Sir Fang." Yi Jiayi was very enthusiastic about her work and had no idea how much it would torture one's brain cells to write case reports.

After experiencing the three trials of Qiu Susan and Sir Fang in the morning, what else did she have to be afraid of?

"From now on, let's call him Brother Yue together." Liu Jiaming smiled and sat back at his desk, lying on the table, and said with a smile, "This is the best place to enjoy the beauty."

Yi Jiayi chuckled and didn't get angry even when she was teased. She was so naive.

"But..." Liu Jiaming looked at the innocent smile of the little policewoman and couldn't help but sighed, "I really can't tell. She's very capable, tut tut, very capable."

"What?" Yi Jiayi chatted with Liu Jiaming while placing two crime-related books rented from the library on the table.

Liu Jiaming waited for Fang Zhenyue to leave before approaching and whispering, "Tell the truth to Brother Jiaming, those people are actually the murderers. Brother Yue told you, right?"

He stared at Yi Jiayi and saw that she looked like she didn't know whether to laugh or cry, and she didn't seem to be pretending at all. He frowned and pointed at her and said, "Are you Brother Yue's cousin?"

"No." She shook her head seriously.

"Cousin." Liu Jiaming didn't give up.

"No."

"Then--" Liu Jiaming was about to guess again, but saw Fang Zhenyue walk into the office again and look at him and Yi Jiayi. He pretended to be chatting casually, and suddenly had an idea to interrupt:

"Hey, your name sounds like one plus one."

"Did you just realize it? Brother Jiaming, how did you become a detective?" Yi Jiayi couldn't help but tease him.

"Uh." Liu Jiaming never expected to be defeated by the innocent little policewoman, and was choked for a moment.

"Hahaha." Fang Zhenyue walked to Yi Jiayi's desk with his hands in his trouser pockets, pulled out his hands, and raised two index fingers, indicating that this was one plus one.

"Eleven." Yi Jiayi pushed his two fingers together to form an eleven.

Fang Zhenyue took his hand back, patted her on the head, and quickly took it back, "Let's go. Go to the Forensic Department and call Uncle Jiu and the others down. It's time to call home and have dinner."

Gary, who had just walked in, immediately responded, turned around and ran to call people.

Liu Jiaming turned his head and frowned at Yi Jiayi, "I'll call you Eleven from now on."

"Why?" Yi Jiayi quickly piled up the things, put the cardboard boxes under the table, picked up her bag, incubator and bicycle keys, and followed everyone out, asking Liu Jiaming as she walked.

Liu Jiaming immediately followed Fang Zhenyue's example, stretched out his two index fingers, and then put the two index fingers together, and pinched his voice to imitate Yi Jiayi's words: "Eleven~"

"How did I say that?" Yi Jiayi's face turned red because of his embarrassment, and she reached out and hit him on the arm.

Liu Jiaming quickly dodged and turned back to laugh triumphantly.

Yi Jiayi was so angry that she rolled her eyes in the most standard way in this century, but she couldn't stop Liu Jiaming's good mood.

As a result, this nickname spread. Everyone said that calling her "Yi Jiayi" was too long. If you call her by her full name every day, you have to say a lot of extra words.

Calling her "Jiayi" was too feminine. When they go out to catch the murderer together in the future, they all look ferocious. Calling "Yue Ge" or "Jiaming", or "Jiu Shu" or "Sanfu" and the like are all catchy, with ups and downs, and they look very powerful when they are shouted out. But when "Jiayi~" comes out, it sounds so kind, which is not good.

Momentum is very important! Shouting "Eleven" sounds like a tough guy coming to support, and the suspect's legs will go limp when he hears it.

This is what it means to take the lead.

"Eleven is good, let's call him that." Even Uncle Jiu joined in the fun.

"Not bad."

"Easy to remember, it's easy to pronounce."

"It sounds like a brother, calling him 'Eleven' makes me feel more comfortable in front of Jiayi."

Listening to everyone's comments, Yi Jiayi gradually accepted it and began to be convinced, thinking that it was indeed good.

Until everyone got on Fang Zhenyue's jeep, Liu Jiaming suddenly laughed evilly and added:

"Eleven, Eleven, what a good name. Why does it sound...hahaha, why does it sound like a police dog!"

"..." Yi Jiayi.

The King's Park murder case was solved, and everyone was relaxed, laughing and chatting about anything.

……

……

The black jeep roared through the city streets, and the crowded people on the roadside and the shop floors next to each other all became fleeting shadows, drawing colorful blurred lines.

Turning left and right, I found a parking space, the door of the jeep opened, and a group of people came out. Each of them had their own aura, and it was obvious that they were not people to be messed with. Only the last one to come out was a cute little girl, which was a bit unexpected.

When I walked around the alley and headed towards Yiji, I saw several people queuing at the door of the shop from a distance.

Liu Jiaming trotted over, his strong curiosity made him ask as soon as he entered the door: "Brother Jiadong, what's so popular?"

"Hey, don't cut in line. If you want to drink Ice Cream, go to the back and line up." A little girl in the line saw Liu Jiaming walking into the store, and she was obviously familiar with the boss, so she immediately reminded him nervously.

"Oh, Ice Cream, I drink it every day." Liu Jiaming turned around and boasted.

The little girl, who was afraid that he would cut in line, immediately pouted and turned her head away, as if she disliked his childishness.

It was dinner time, and several tables in Yi Ji were occupied.

Yi Jiadong didn't know when these detectives would get off work, and he didn't reserve seats for them. He came out to help arrange it, and smiled and asked other guests to share the table.

Sharing tables is common in such old shops with good reputations. Most of the customers chatted with Yi Jiadong with a smile, while moving tables with their own cups and chopsticks.

Only a little hooligans with long hair sat at a table.

"There are not many seats in this small shop, so sharing tables is common. You see--" Yi Jiadong smiled.

"Boss, I came here first. Why should I give up my place as soon as they came? It doesn't make sense, right?" The little hooligans leaned back, facing Yi Jiadong with his chin, and his attitude became more arrogant. "Everyone

comes out to eat. It's fate that we meet. Just give us a favor." Yi Jiadong's smile was a little awkward. Every small shop in Sham Shui Po has sharing tables, and it's rare to encounter such a thing.

Yi Jiayi couldn't bear to see her elder brother being embarrassed, so she thought about going up and saying forget it, at worst they could just set up a table in the small courtyard behind the kitchen to eat.

Fang Zhenyue was one step faster than her. He walked behind Xiao Afei, propped his arms on the table, and leaned forward, the lines of his arms were obvious:

"Please be easy, don't be so unreasonable! Well, you don't have to move, or we can sit together, I'll treat you today, how about it?"

Xiao Afei's eyes unconsciously glanced at Fang Zhenyue's slender and powerful palms, and the bones and tendons that were stretched when he exerted force. When he raised his head again, he had already felt the pressure from the other party, the superior Sar Zhan.

"I'll treat you a cup of milk tea and iced ice, how about that?" Fang Zhenyue's voice was low, and when he deliberately slowed down his speed, although he was still smiling, he still faintly revealed the sense of oppression like the whisper of a beast.

"Okay, I'll give you a favor!" Xiao Afei glanced at the people behind Fang Zhenyue again. The police seemed to have a special temperament. When he smelled it, he felt a little nervous.

When Xiao Afei moved to the next table, Fang Zhenyue smiled and said, "Sorry to trouble you. Thank you."

Although he was very polite, he was not weak.

"You're welcome." Xiao Afei smiled awkwardly, accepted Fang Zhenyue's kindness, and nodded, "Thank you for the milk tea."

Fang Zhenyue nodded, stretched out his arms and waved to Uncle Jiu and the others.

The few people who had been standing on the sidelines with cold faces, as if ready to fight at any time, finally smiled and took their seats one by one.

So impressive.

"Brother Jiadong, you promised me that you could make Eight Treasure Duck." As soon as Liu Jiaming's butt touched the chair, he smiled and asked for the delicious food.

"We've been waiting for you to come, and we'll serve it right away." Yi Jiadong replied with a hearty laugh, but his eyes occasionally glanced at Fang Zhenyue. I didn't think Fang Shazhan was so powerful before, but today I was suddenly impressed. Even a man like him was attracted and wanted to be his brother.

Fang Zhenyue ordered a few more dishes, and Yi Jiadong went back to the kitchen.

Jiayi stood up to help, adding water and cups to the guests, serving dishes and tea. Jiajun

was standing on a small stool, leaning over the counter to collect the money and record the accounts. Jiaru had already learned how to make milk tea and iced pops from her eldest brother, and now she took on the burden of the master of "tea making" and made milk tea and iced pops one cup after another.

"It's very popular recently, and we sell dozens of cups every day." Jiaru poured ice cream into a cup of smoothie milk tea, and turned to show off to her elder sister.

Without waiting for the elder sister to answer, she wrapped the cup in her hand, handed it to the customer, and continued to greet the next person: "A cup of milk tea iced pop? Okay~ Do you want thick snow mountain, thin snow mountain, or whipped milk?"

After the customer answered, she quickly focused on making it.

Yi Jiayi quietly put something in Jiaru's pocket and turned to find Jiajun again.

Jiaru made two more cups of milk tea before she found time to touch her pocket. She pulled out a hundred-dollar bill. She opened her mouth in excitement, ignoring the other customers in front of her, and turned to Yi Jiayi and shouted,

"Big sister, I love you!"

Yi Jiayi didn't dare to give her younger siblings too much money, fearing that they would spend it carelessly or lose it, so she only gave each of them a hundred dollars for pocket money. She would

share the rest of her salary and bonus with her eldest brother when she got home.

After a long busy day, she sat back next to Fang Zhenyue. Liu Jiaming pointed at the people queuing to buy milk tea and praised:

"Last time I came, there were not so many people queuing. Now Yi Ji is getting more and more popular."

Jiayi looked back, then leaned forward and whispered: "That... there are several people I hired..."

"?" Liu Jiaming raised his eyebrows, "You have a good business sense, you are worthy of being called the circle-drawing ghost hand, you are smart everywhere!"

Yi Jiayi rubbed her forehead embarrassedly. Liu Jiaming stared at the team and couldn't help asking again: "Huh? That seems to be the younger brother of the male victim of the King's Park murder case? His name is Ding Bao or something?"

"Ding Baoshu." Yi Jiayi rubbed the back of her hands, "He is also my hired person."

"Just a few dollars, not much. When these agents come to buy milk tea, my sister only gives them milk tea, not smoothies or snow tops. This way they can buy milk tea here and go around to the back door. The milk tea can be poured back into the milk tea box and still be sold." Yi Jiayi spoke in a low voice, a little embarrassed.

Although asking for favors seems to be quite common in later generations, it is still a bit embarrassing to do such a thing yourself.

"You are really good." Liu Jiaming praised sincerely, turned around to look at the team again, and couldn't help but start to deduce which one is the real buyer and which one is the fake buyer.

Fang Zhenyue didn't say anything, but his eyes would occasionally glance at Ding Baoshu who was queuing, and when he looked back at Yi Jiayi, the warmth in his eyes softened a little.

After their table of dishes was ready, Yi Jiayi stood up and ran to the kitchen to help serve the dishes. She happened to meet Ding Baoshu who was going through the back door to return the milk tea.

Ding Baoshu didn't say much. After finishing his work, he put on his hat, disguised himself, and went to the front door to queue.

When Jiaru ran to the back kitchen to get new paper cups, she saw her elder sister staring at Ding Baoshu's back and couldn't help complaining:

"I listened to you and went to his house to ask him to work. I told him that there was money to be made and it was a great opportunity for him, but he didn't want to come. He just carried a torn bag and went out to pick up waste. This guy is so hard to talk to. He doesn't talk much and is very stubborn. It was only after I told him that I was your sister that he put down the bag and came to me."

"He is very pitiful. His brother was killed. You should take care of him if you can." Yi Jiayi said, and added, "But at his age, he must be very proud. Don't show pity for him."

"I know, who wants to pity him? I don't want to pay attention to him." Jiaru smiled and took the paper cups and went to make milk tea again.

Yi Jiayi brought the dishes back to the front hall, and sure enough, she saw Ding Baoshu had returned to the door, and then he continued to help the team buying milk tea.

...

The detectives of the Serious Crime Unit B treated this meal as a celebration banquet.

They ordered a few bottles of wine, ate and drank, and laughed to their heart's content.

In the process, they inevitably talked about the King's Park murder case, scolded the murderer, praised Brother Yue, and sighed at Yi Jiayi's incredibleness.

But everyone was very careful when chatting, not to mention sensitive content or confidential information.

Considering that Ding Baoshu was still standing in line, wearing and taking off his hat, they didn't even mention Ding Baolin's name.

The agents all looked rough and noisy, and they were not well-mannered when eating or drinking, but inside their rough and tough bodies, they were also attentive and gentle.

Silence was just as powerful.

After sending off the agents from Group B, the flow of people gradually decreased. Yi Ji became idle and slowly began to clean up the kitchen to prepare for the end of the work.

The people hired by Yi Jiayi were also going to finish their work. They collected their odd jobs and left one by one. The short Ding Baoshu walked in last.

When Yi Jiayi paid him in person, she also handed him a bag of unfinished wheat that would become stale if left for a long time, and two pineapple buns.

Ding Baoshu pursed his lips and didn't reach out to take it. Yi Jiayi didn't force him and simply followed him with the things in her hand. She followed him out of Yi Ji and turned to Fuquan Street.

Ding Baoshu looked back at her two or three times before confirming that she was going home with him. Then he stopped and confronted her for more than ten seconds before saying, "Do you want to ask something?"

Yi Jiayi shook her head and said, "The case has been solved. There is no need to ask questions anymore."

"Then why are you still following me?" Ding Baoshu looked at her in confusion.

"If you don't take the food, I have to deliver it to your house." Yi Jiayi seemed helpless.

To deal with a stubborn child, just smile and act like a rogue.

"..." Ding Baoshu lowered his eyes to look at the bag in her hand, frowning, as if he didn't know what to do with her.

"Tomorrow we will go to the police station to collect the body. Will your grandma accompany you?" Yi Jiayi saw that he was not leaving, so she took the lead and continued to walk forward, turning back to ask him as she walked.

Ding Baoshu had no choice but to follow, "Grandma is not in good health, I will go by myself."

"You are not yet an adult."

"I am the only one in our family." Ding Baoshu's expression was very calm, his eyebrows were flat, revealing a bit of childish determination.

"I will ask the community over there-"

"I can do it myself." Ding Baoshu raised his head, his tone was neither fierce nor aggrieved, showing a bit of resilience that only children who have experienced hardships since childhood can have.

"What are you going to do?"

"There is a paper cremation shop on our back street. I have talked to the boss and he will arrange for my brother's cremation. I will slowly earn money and pay him back slowly. I can't afford a cemetery now, so I will keep the ashes at home and burn incense for my brother every day. When I have money in the future, I will send my brother to live in a Feng Shui treasured place." Ding Baoshu's arrangements were very clear, and Yi Jiayi felt relieved after listening to them.

The boy in front of her was short and thin. He looked like he couldn't even beat her, but he was more reliable than his age.

Then the two walked forward in silence. After crossing two more streets, Ding Baoshu said helplessly: "Officer, give it to me."

He stretched out his hand to Yi Jiayi, finally willing to accept her gift.

"It's okay, I ate too much at dinner, so I'll take a walk with you." Yi Jiayi's day was also full of ups and downs. Following him along the streets of Hong Kong, through the pedestrian alleys of Sham Shui Po with lighthouses, passing by Ap Liu Street which was lined with all kinds of strange little stalls, she just reviewed the whole day and thought quietly.

The two of them walked along in tacit agreement, each with their own thoughts.

Ding Baoshu finally spoke only when they saw the Sham Shui Po Police Station.

Perhaps it was Yi Jiayi's quiet temperament that gave him a sense of intimacy, he whispered:

"After my brother went missing, I went to report the case every week.

"But everyone said that my brother must have run away, either to avoid debts or to avoid trouble, or he thought that grandma and I were a burden and didn't want us anymore.

"My brother is not that kind of person. He said he would take good care of grandma and me, and he would definitely do it.

"But no one believed me. "

Ding Baolin used to be a gangster, he tried every possible bad thing, stealing, robbing, fighting - all these were recorded.

The police got to know Ding Baolin through these things, so the three words Ding Baolin were equivalent to these things.

Yi Jiayi retracted her distant gaze and looked at Ding Baoshu.

The boy was silent for a while before continuing:

"I went to find the boss of the shop where my brother worked, he had already found someone else to help, and said that he knew that people like my brother would not last long.

"I went to the police station again and said that my brother had a girlfriend and promised to live a down-to-earth life. He has changed and does not do bad things anymore.

"The police said they knew and registered it. But I heard what they said while smoking, saying that Ding Baolin must have eloped with his girlfriend.

"I still report missing every week, they all think I'm stupid."

The sky in Hong Kong had already darkened, and the night had fallen, but it was still very noisy.

Looking up, I couldn't see the stars, and the moonlight was dim. All around me were neon lights, bleak green, blood red, blinding my eyes.

Yi Jiayi didn't say anything, not because she was afraid of interrupting him, but because she didn't know what to say.

When she arrived at his door, she handed him the bag, and when she heard Ding Baoshu whisper his thanks, she smiled at him.

The boy took two steps, turned back, and stood alone under the dim street light that was flickering and almost broken, and asked her:

"Officer, in this society, will people not forgive?"