In the days without terrible murders, being a detective in Hong Kong is actually quite good.

Although the trivial contradictions and conflicts reveal the mess in the lives of all kinds of people, sometimes I feel that I can always go deep into the most real life stories and see the flesh-and-blood people laughing and cursing vividly on the road of life. It is also a very lively thing.

At this time, I really hope that police work will always be like this, with some small things but no tragedies.

Another three-day holiday arrived. When she was leaving work, Jiayi walked around Liang Shule's desk, pulled over a chair and sat on it backwards. She didn't know who she had learned how to sit. She put her hands on the back of the chair and rested her chin on the back of her hands. She smiled and said,

"Ah Le, my family is going to serve the male crab set meal from Dazha. Can you help me write a new product introduction?"

Liang Shule's calligraphy was so beautiful. After she asked him to help write on the blackboard once, she discovered his ability. Not only did she ask him to help write Spring Festival couplets, but she also asked him to help write new product recommendations.

On a large piece of colorful paper, she wrote the name of the new dish in large calligraphy, and then wrote in smaller words the exaggerated story Jiayi had made up for the dish.

Then, the beautiful calligraphy works were posted on the door wall. Many people would stand at the door for a while just to appreciate Ah Lok's calligraphy.

Some people wanted to write letters to their families far away. Thinking of Ah Lok's calligraphy, they came to send fruits and homemade snacks. Ah Lok would help them use a brush to dip in stinky black ink and write letters on rice paper. They would mail them to their relatives in a very ceremonial way, sending sincere greetings.

"No problem, Eleventh Sister, I'll write it for you when I go to Yi Ji for dinner tonight." Liang Shule stood up, stretched his waist, and smiled.

"OK, I'll treat you to mulled wine." Yi Jiayi raised her thumb.

"What is mulled wine? Do you boil the wine and drink it?" Liang Shule's eyes widened with curiosity. He heard that the wine cellars of rich people are all kept at a constant temperature, and they have to have a special refrigeration system to prevent the quality of the wine from deteriorating.

He once had a chance to have a meal with a rich man, and the other party shared with him the etiquette of drinking very seriously: when drinking, you can't hold the belly of the wine glass with your hands, because the body temperature on your fingers will be transmitted to the wine through the wall of the glass, affecting the flavor of the wine.

The correct posture for holding a wine glass is to pinch the thin neck under the body of the wine glass with your fingers.

Even body temperature can affect the flavor of the wine, so wouldn't it be worse if it was boiled? And wouldn't all the alcohol evaporate?

"Mulled wine is amazing, I didn't do it randomly. In the 2nd century AD, the Romans would drink red wine cooked with spices to ward off the cold in winter. Later, when Rome conquered Europe, mulled wine was introduced to Europe through trade, and gradually became a traditional drink that Europeans must drink during Christmas." Jiayi crossed her arms and said seriously.

"So amazing? What spices are used?" Liang Shule adhered to his good habit of asking questions when he didn't understand.

"I can't tell you this. I'm going to keep conveying to the market the idea that [Drinking Yiji mulled wine in winter and Christmas is the most noble and fashionable!] I'm going to brainwash customers every day - 'Want to be a rich and beautiful woman? Drink mulled wine!' 'Want to be the most handsome gentleman in Hong Kong? You have to drink mulled wine!' 'As a fashionable young person, how can I not drink mulled wine?' 'I have to drink a glass of mulled wine every day to feel alive!' 'The first glass of mulled wine in winter...'

"For something like this, the ingredients are kept absolutely confidential. No one can cheat me of the recipe!"

Jiayi said proudly, raised her eyebrows at Liang Shule, and clapped her hands in high spirits, "It's time to call it a day, let's go eat. "

Liu Jiaming immediately slammed the document on the table, stood up and responded: "If you are not active in eating, there is something wrong with your thinking. "

"Gogogo! "Tan Sanfu came back from the bathroom, wiping his hands with a tissue while urging everyone to go out in response to his growling stomach.

Jiayi ran to knock on Brother Yue's office door and called her eldest brother to come with her. Group B went out to eat together.

Today's Yi Ji Ice House is red wine flavored. The new hot drink is on the market. It is only sold at night, and drivers and minors are not allowed to buy it.

A long line formed outside the drink window again. The red wine was fragrant. All passers-by and diners inside and outside the store smelled the aroma, so they felt intoxicated, their steps were light, their eyes were hazy, and their mood became lighter. After

the red wine was cooked, the aroma of the wine was baked out, and the aroma was particularly bright.

As soon as the wine glass was brought to the nose, it was soaked by the wine aroma and squinted and sighed.

A deep sniff, as if I was already drunk .

The three indicators of gourmet food are [color], [aroma] and [taste]. The [aroma] of mulled wine immediately catches the diners and becomes its most signature feature.

The hot red wine has unexpectedly layered flavors when you take a sip.

The first sip will make you wrinkle your nose slightly due to its spiciness, but just when you think that the wine is strong, you will taste its second layer of fruity aroma, which is sweet and smooth. The mouthfeel and taste become gentle and light, as if holding the hand of your first love and taking a walk in the open wetland grassland in the warm spring breeze.

When you are intoxicated by the delicate sweet taste, suddenly there is a strange spicy taste, like the discordant notes when plucking the strings of a guitar, which teases your taste buds and stimulates your nerves from time to time, making you unable to help but savor it, so you take another sip

. Sip after sip, you start to feel tipsy, and it's like walking on a thick velvet carpet. There seems to be music in your ears, and snowflakes seem to be floating in the sky. Unconsciously, you smile, forget your worries, and feel light and happy.

This is Yiji mulled wine, a lover's drink that everyone must encounter this winter.

It is like the sexiest woman, making you reluctant to leave. It

is also like a domineering young man wearing a gentle mask, seducing you into his arms, and you can no longer escape.

Liang Shule only drank one glass, and suddenly he had an inspiration. He spontaneously wrote a exaggerated little essay for Jiayi, which was immediately posted on the white wall next to the drink window by Yi Jiadong.

Everyone who saw the calligraphy sign with black characters on red paper felt powerless, and they always tried to buy a glass of this highly praised special product for European aristocrats. Drink, try it to see what it tastes like.

The result is that the taste is lifelong, and you will never forget it.

So, as soon as the mulled wine was launched in the winter of that year, it became a must-drink holy product that was well-known far and wide. Many people lined up every night, and customers begged Yi Ji to sell it at noon.

Yi Jiadong always said with a smile that drinking at noon would affect work and study in the afternoon, and he couldn't be a hindrance. The Hong Kong people are a stepping stone in their pursuit of progress and wealth.

So, amid the laughter of the guests, this proposal was rejected again.

After only two days of selling mulled wine, people from several streets away who had never eaten here before began to come here.

Word of mouth is more effective than any publicity, and it spreads farther and longer.

When Yi Jiadong counts his money at night, he is always happy.

Jiayi sat across the round table and looked at her eldest brother's smiling face. She thought that her brother's greed for money was also cute.

"Brother, at the end of this month, you take out some of your savings and I'll help you buy a food cart." Jiayi suggested with her chin in her hand.

"Why do you need to pay more? I can do it myself. You should save your money to buy a house." Yi Jiadong raised his eyebrows and asked again, "How much have you saved?"

"I eat at Yi Ji most of the time. It doesn't cost anything to eat and drink. I don't have any other big expenses. I don't have much money to buy some clothes and pants... With my salary plus some scattered bonuses, I have saved more than 600,000 now, hehe." Jiayi counted on her fingers:

"When I save 1 million, it will be enough for the down payment. But I want to buy a big house, so I'll have to wait and see next year."

In fact, she wanted to buy a villa. Brother Yue and his friends recommended her to buy a villa in the new wealthy community in Tai Po. However, it was just launched there, and there was only a large piece of wild land and some beautiful design drawings.

She had seen too many unfinished buildings in the future, so she was really afraid to buy one.

Let's wait a little longer, next year, I hope I can get rich next year.

Jiayi rubbed her hands and became more money-obsessed than her brother who just counted the money.

"I'll buy a big car then... maybe a van, which can hold lots of vegetables and food, and lots of people. Not only the four of us can fit in, but also Baoshu, Manniu, Clara and Axiang." Yi Jiadong thought.

"Great, then we can go out together as a group for a night tour." Jiayi immediately imagined the scene.

"Let's go to Lamma Island in the spring."

"Let's go to the country park!"

"Now Sun Xin has bought a car, Ah Xiang has more than 100,000 in savings, and Clara and the others have more and more money in their pockets. In the past two years, everyone has changed a lot."

"Work hard and accumulate wealth step by step, and things will be better~"

"We will get richer and richer, buy luxury cars! Buy luxury houses!"

"Luxury cars! Luxury houses!" They couldn't help but shout slogans.

After smelling enough of the money and imagining enough of the wonderful life that might come in the future, the two of them finally began to feel sleepy. After chatting for a while, they washed up and went to bed.

A good night's sleep.

When the sun rose again, it was the last day of Jiayi's three-day short vacation. She cherished her sleep and slept a long time before getting up to go to the bookstore.

Sister Diane from the Forensic Department learned new knowledge abroad and became more powerful after returning. Jiayi was very encouraged and determined not to lose herself in the happy life of warm water, but to keep learning and growing.

I thought she could read books happily all day, but she received a call from the police station after reading only a few pages of "Toxicology".

Liu Jiaming's voice came sadly:

"Eleventh sister, come back soon, we need you!"

After a few months, the evil lurking in the darkness revived again, and another murder occurred.

...

...

The homeless man died on November 3, the first day of Jiayi's vacation.

The police received a report the next morning and the case was assigned to West Kowloon CID B Team. Seeing that Yi Yi was on a rare leave, Fang Zhenyue did not let the team members tell her for the time being, and wanted to ask her to take a 3-day break before coming back to investigate together.

But now the case has changed. Based on the team's latest speculation about the murderer, he finally called Yi Yi and asked her to cancel her leave and return to the team in advance.

"…The homeless man's name is Liang Xiaofu. His family died in a fire five years ago, and he has been in a bad mental state since then. The police officer in charge of the fire said that Liang Xiaofu was most likely the one who caused the fire. But he had a happy family before that, and he had no motive to kill. In addition, the evidence was incomplete, so it was finally ruled an accident."

Everyone began to introduce the information they had found out after working overtime:

"In the past five years, Liang Xiaofu occasionally did odd jobs when he was in a good mental state, and begged for food when he was in a bad mental state. Occasionally, he could be stable for a period of time with the help of welfare institutions, but he would disappear again after a while and continue to wander."

"He must have been beaten a lot during his years of wandering. The forensic officer found many old injuries on his body during the inspection, but the autopsy has not been completed yet. It

is estimated that it will take one or two days for the full report." "No murder weapon was found at the park scene, and no complete footprints of the suspect were photographed. Eleventh sister, this is the flow chart drawn by Brother Da Guangming that night. It is roughly that Liang Xiaofu slept here, and then was dragged to a hidden woods and killed, and then dragged to the side of the road under a tree... Many contents were found in the victim's fingernails, mouth, etc., and the Forensic Department is expediting the test. But based on the victim's identity as a homeless man, those things are likely just mud and other dirt accumulated during his wandering... No useful special clues have been found yet."

"Based on the test results submitted by the Forensic Department this morning, it can be confirmed that the victim had taken rat poison before his death. From the analysis of the victim's stomach contents by the forensic officer, the rat poison should have been mixed in with the meat and fed to the victim. The victim was stupid and did not know how to protect himself. He might have thought that the murderer was a kind person who gave him meat to eat."

"But why did the murderer cut open his stomach and stabbed his abdomen with a knife after he had clearly fed the victim rat poison?" Uncle Jiu held the report and raised his head to ask.

"Is it because of the anticoagulant rat poison he took that the homeless man did not die so quickly?" Liu Jiaming raised his eyebrows.

"Or is it to hide something on the victim's abdomen? So... is it on the belly, or something inside the stomach? Are they trying to destroy the victim's stomach? But the forensic officer said that the contents of the victim's stomach have not been taken away..." Liang Shule also felt puzzled.

"Or is it just to vent?" Fang Zhenyue also flicked the document in his hand and lowered his eyes to think: "But I haven't found any enemies for the time being. He is a madman wandering around. Even if others have grudges against him, at most they are hit by him with stones and get angry. Who would really hate a madman? It's not enough to hate him to death, and you have to poke the rotten corpse to vent your anger..." "

Is it possible that the murderer is not one person? For example, the person who killed the homeless man happened to be one person, and at this time there happened to be a person with a depression in his heart, who saw a corpse and thought that the man was dead anyway, and it would be okay for me to poke him to vent my anger." Liang Shule continued to guess and looked at the Eleventh Sister.

"This direction..." Uncle Jiu shook his head. He had never thought of it.

"Lifting the clothes to cover the face and covering the face with fallen leaves, was it intentional by the murderer, or was it the wind that blew up the clothes and blew the fallen leaves over by chance?" Gary continued to talk, and instinctively looked at Yi Jiayi for the answer.

"Brother Da Guangming said that it must be intentional by the murderer, and it doesn't seem to be caused by the wind or other elements by chance." Sanfu shook his head.

"Rat poison was found in the body of the deceased in this case, which is consistent with the previous case of killing cats and dogs in the park." Uncle Jiu took a deep breath, "The ingredients of the rat poison used are all from the same brand of rat poison."

"Could it be that the cats and dogs were killed first, and the murder case escalated to killing homeless people?" Liu Jiaming looked at Sister Eleven with doubts in his eyes.

"If this is the case, the murderer is very likely to develop into a serial killer. Then we must speed up the investigation." Fang Zhenyue clenched his fists, and the sword had not been sharpened for a long time and was about to rust. Although he felt pressure at this moment, he also had some excitement of sharpening the knife.

With doubts in his heart, he took a deep breath and fixed his eyes on Jiayi like everyone else.

Yi Jiayi stood in front of the whiteboard, trying to absorb the information from everyone's chatter, and quickly recorded it in the notebook. When she finally wrote down the last word and looked up, she suddenly saw six pairs of eyes shooting at her.

"!" She was slightly stunned, lowered her head to look at the notebook, then looked up at everyone, and said, "I want to--"

"Go see the body?" Liu Jiaming answered.

"Eleventh sister, the forensic officer is also dissecting the body of the homeless man today, in the autopsy room, I just asked." Sanfu immediately stood up and prepared to go.

"Sour plum candy." Fang Zhenyue took out a handful of candy from his pocket and stuffed it all into Jiayi's palm.

Others also prepared paper and pens and could leave at any time.

"..." Jiayi.

Her habit of detective work has been figured out by everyone.