Chapter 150: Danger

6:00 PM.

At closing time, the police officers, having changed into casual clothes, walked out of the office one after another, preparing to go home.

Breathing in the fresh air still soaked in sunlight, many felt as if they had lived through a lifetime.

Restarting a cold case homicide.

According to past years' conventions, once such a case appeared, the entire bureau would have to run to the restroom.

A special task force wouldn't sleep in the office for two weeks; various functional units wouldn't work overtime until the early hours, and they wouldn't even know how to write the report afterward.

Under normal circumstances, the appearance of a homicide would keep the entire bureau busy for a week and the special task force for a month; that was the standard.

It wasn't to say that a homicide could definitely be solved in a month, but by the time a month passed, the special task force would be exhausted, and cases that couldn't be solved would basically slide into the cold case folder.

And in the past, once it slid into the cold case folder, it was very difficult to solve again.

This was also one of the reasons why cold case homicides were particularly valued.

Its difficulty was absolutely super high.

It was a case that the special task force for a fresh homicide, with all sorts of advantages, had failed to solve, yet it was now solved.

As long as it wasn't a case solved by another case, there was plenty of room for study within it.

This time, the case was solved in just one day.

Let alone the special task force, ordinary police officers found it even more unbelievable.

Many had already set up their floor beds for the night, only to be notified by their superiors that they could go home, and some even felt a bit disappointed.

Sleeping in the office for a week was certainly a painful experience.

But if one could be away from home for a day, without having to see the wife or manage the kids, and could sleep with colleagues, that was a rare happy experience in life.

As it turned out, both the good and the bad were gone.

A group of people, just like usual, walked out of the office building, out of the courtyard wall, and returned home.

Their expressions were strange and inexplicable.

Jiang Yuan, however, felt a bit ambitious.

Footprint identification didn't have very strong specificity, but its scope was indeed large, and relative to the various skills Jiang Yuan currently mastered, it was a quite good supplement.

Jiang Yuan walked on the road, even observing the gait of pedestrians.

Men, women, young people, and the elderly; everyone's walking posture was different.

There was once a classic story about a footprint expert preparing to write a book specifically discussing the relationship between footprints and age. But he always found it difficult to judge the footprints of young people around 20 years old.

So, this expert specifically found a stretch of road to observe the gait of passersby, and then he saw a male around 20 years old suddenly jump up while walking.

The expert had an epiphany.

Jiang Yuan was also constantly verifying what he had learned through footprints.

On the stretch of road leading into the Jiang Village residential area, a section was just being dug up. Jiang Yuan looked at the messy footprints on the ground and could even guess the owners of some special footprints.

For example, the one using a cane and heading toward Building 1 was likely Third Grandpa.

And this young female footprint, heavy and broad, immediately brought the figure of the Sixth Cousin to his mind.

Then there was this one carrying a heavy object; the weight borne by a single person was probably a hundred jin, which was exactly... the weight of a corpse.

Jiang Yuan was shocked and hurriedly looked closely.

The footprints on the ground were not just from one person carrying a load.

Jiang Yuan's brow furrowed tightly; if this were young people playing around, one set of footprints might be excusable.

Two sets of footprints in a row; what was going on?

Could it be a two-person gang committing a mass murder?

The more Jiang Yuan thought about it, the more dangerous he felt it was.

Jiang Village residential area was notoriously wealthy, so it was naturally quite eye-catching.

In this day and age, there were certainly few great bandits. Gang robberies were also heard of only once in a long while.

But for the Jiang Village residential area, one should be able to eat rare seafood and also be able to eat rare bullets.

Jiang Yuan's face darkened, and he was no longer in a hurry to go home; he just followed the two sets of heavy footsteps.

Passing through the dug-up area, the two people's footprints continued for a while. When Jiang Yuan looked up again, he found that he had actually arrived at the building where his home was.

At this moment, there was no need to doubt; his own home was definitely the most dangerous.

Jiangfuzhen was the wealthiest in the whole town, and Jiang Yuan now had people he had offended.

At this moment, Jiang Yuan felt the most correct thing to do was to call the police.

But he couldn't hold back his temper anymore; he went directly into the elevator, and when pressing the floor, he kept a heart and pressed two floors lower.

The elevator door opened, and Jiang Yuan cautiously walked out, looked left and right, and then climbed up the fire escape.

At his front door.

It was bustling with noise and excitement.

Jiang Yuan frowned again, carefully poking his head out.

What he feared most now was seeing a scene similar to the one at Uncle Seventeen's house.

His own door was open.

A group of people... seemed to be eating a feast.

And it was quite joyous.

Jiang Yuan quietly breathed a sigh of relief and walked out of the fire elevator, full of suspicion.

"Brother Yuan, why did you climb up the stairs?" Jiang Yongxin was greeting people at the door and greeted Jiang Yuan when he saw him.

"Jiang Yuan is back!"

Near the corridor, there were uncles holding red wine glasses filled with cola mixed with white wine, nodding happily at Jiang Yuan. If he weren't wearing a T-shirt, Jiang Yuan would have thought it was some Western wine party.

It looked like just an ordinary feast.

And the reason for the feast shouldn't be his own family.

Jiang Yuan was suspicious again; could it be that someone was getting married and had moved the bride and bridesmaids up together? The customs of Jiang Village didn't seem to be like that.

"Jiang Yuan, Jiang Yuan!"

Uncle Yushan and Jiangfuzhen appeared together. It was Uncle Yushan visiting Jiang Yuan's house.

Jiangfuzhen laughed happily and said: "Your Uncle Yushan is very polite; he brought you a whole cow, and I've boiled it up."

Jiang Yuan suddenly realized and slapped his forehead hard.

He had truly gone crazy, scaring himself.

Who would be carrying a corpse around for no reason, and heading toward his own house at that?

Thinking about it this way, giving a whole cow as a gift was too normal.

Jiang Yuan just had a slight question: "Can our pot boil a whole cow?"

"The legs and head weren't boiled; I had someone move them to the storage room."

"I was wondering... were the legs removed beforehand?"

"Yes, I had someone move them up."

Jiang Yuan sighed; calculating it this way, it was appropriate. A large cow leg weighed about the same as a peripheral young lady. The price was also about the same.

"No need to give such a heavy gift, Uncle Yushan." Jiang Yuan thanked Uncle Yushan.

"It's necessary," Uncle Yushan said solemnly: "Everyone in our tea shop was deceived, not just me alone. I told everyone the news that the guy was caught, and everyone was very happy."

Uncle Yushan looked refreshed, not at all like someone who had just been cheated out of hundreds of thousands.

Jiangfuzhen smiled without a word, and only asked his son when he turned back: "Drink soup or eat meat?"

"Both soup and meat."

"Wait." Jiangfuzhen returned to the kitchen, took a large bowl, chopped a few pieces of good meat from the cutting board next to Jiang Yuan, then ladled soup into it, poured the soup back into the pot, ladled soup again, added green onions and garlic, and then large grains of rock salt and pepper...

A bowl of fragrant beef soup was ready.

Jiang Yuan picked up the large bowl, took a deep breath, and every cell in his body was calling out eagerly. ===== CHAPTER 151 =====