Chapter 722: Stealing Home

The autopsy was all over. Jiang Yuan returned home with a trace of fatigue and excitement, as well as deep silence.

The legacy of the capital is still very generous, almost all of which are good things that cannot be seen in Ningtai County, such as French and Kunqu Opera. In Ningtai County, I am afraid that even the top LV1 enthusiasts will not have them. Expert-level ones like Kunqu Opera LV3 might not even be in Changyang City, and top experts like French LV4 are even more out of the question.

Even the LV4 Italian pasta cooking technique might not find a rival in the country.

In contrast, the LV2 guitar technique is a survival skill that can survive in Ningtai County. You can open a piano shop or a tutoring class in Ningtai, or use it to eat soft rice, which is also good. It should be possible to become the top stream in Ningtai County in this field, and it is unknown whether it can dominate Qinghe City.

However, no matter how excellent a person is, he (she) will eventually leave with the pride of his (her) life, which is inevitably sad.

Even if they left behind the most precious knowledge, technology, and experience in their lives, it is still difficult to let go.

"I'm going to sleep first." Jiang Yuan returned to the house in the capital, greeted his father, and entered the room to undress and sleep.

He had already taken a shower at the autopsy center, and his clothes had been changed. Smelling the smell of roasted mites on the sun-dried quilt, he instantly fell asleep.

Dragging bodies from the reservoir is really too tiring.

Jiangfuzhen was originally drinking tea in the living room, but now he was a little worried about his son.

In the past, when his son came home, he was in a relatively relaxed state, just like the technician returning home from work often seen in the county. Today is different, as tired as an old farmer after plowing the land.

In Jiangfuzhen's impression, Jiang Yuan, who is already a small leader, obviously doesn't need to be so hard.

Thinking of this, Jiangfuzhen silently took out his mobile phone, called Wu Jun, described the situation, and added: "I heard them talking about the case when I was drinking tea yesterday, but it seems to be a cult thing. I also heard they went to air-raid shelters and the like, found a lot of bodies, I don't know the specific situation, but I think, Jiang Yuan slept so soundly today, will it be..."

"Tell me carefully." Wu Jun on the other end of the phone was originally lazy, but when he heard the keywords, he immediately became alert.

Jiangfuzhen also became serious, looked back at his son's closed bedroom door, and said calmly: "I don't know much, but I know many people died, because their forensic doctors are very busy, and Jiang Yuan also took an apprentice, who is also a forensic doctor. Otherwise, should I inquire?"

"That's not good, it's easy to cause misunderstandings, I'll inquire." Wu Jun is already a deputy section chief, and theoretically has the qualifications to know everything that happened in the Ningtai County Bureau.

"Okay, what should I do now?"

Wu Jun thought and said: "You like this..."

The next day.

Jiang Yuan was awakened by the thick smell of alcohol and incense.

Opening the curtains, the sun was shining brightly outside.

After brushing his teeth and wiping his face, he came out and saw that the smoke in the living room was thicker than the kitchen when roasting steak.

"Dad... ah, Master... eh? Wang Zhong?"

Jiang Yuan walked into the living room, and in a short distance, his voice changed.

The changes in the living room are also a bit big.

One side of the TV wall projected the sitting statue of a certain Bodhisattva, with high clarity, and incense was offered below.

Two rows of food were placed on the dining table, and incense was offered.

There was an offering table at the door, and incense was offered.

Wu Jun wore a Zhongshan suit, looking very serious, holding incense in his hand.

And Wang Zhong, he wore a white T-shirt, holding a bell in his hand, shaking it twice every three steps, the silver was clear, and his expression was calm and composed.

Looking at his footsteps, left, right, left, right, he was clearly stepping on the Bagua.

"Drink a glass of water." Wu Jun turned to take the water cup and handed it to Jiang Yuan.

Jiang Yuan hesitated and asked: "Incense talisman water?"

"Light salt water. What's the use of talisman water? Burning yellow paper into ash, the main components are calcium carbonate and potassium salt, which is not as good as drinking salt water directly." Wu Jun paused after saying this and added: "I heard you were busy all day yesterday, I guess you have some electrolyte disorder."

"Oh." Jiang Yuan was convinced and drank a glass of light salt water.

"You dragged six bodies to the reservoir in one breath, you are a stupid brave." Wu Jun added: "Why don't you let the young people drag them."

"The environment of the reservoir is quite complicated. If the first investigation is not done well, the second investigation is even more difficult." Jiang Yuan said very realistically. He has done so many accumulated cases, and he knows too well the difference between the first and second investigations. If he is lazy this time, when he has to do the second or even third investigation, the laziness he stole this time will have to be returned.

"That doesn't mean you have to drag the bodies yourself." Wu Jun shook his head and added: "Look at Wang Zhong, he has no problem moving dozens of jin of incense candles in one breath. These young forensic doctors, if you don't use them, they won't have the opportunity to grow."

"You are right." Jiang Yuan didn't participate in the debate.

Wu Jun smiled again and said: "You sit for a while, we will finish the rest."

Saying that, Wu Jun was busy again, Wang Zhong also grinned at Jiang Yuan, and continued to turn the bell.

"Are you hungry? It might take a while." Jiangfuzhen stepped forward to ask.

Jiang Yuan's heart moved: "I'll cook, buy some Italian pasta."

Jiangfuzhen didn't know what he wanted to do, so he followed Jiang Yuan to the kitchen to ask.

The chef said: "There is some Italian pasta left, it was prepared before, it's quite ordinary. If you want to eat noodles, I'll ask the master to make some handmade hanging noodles..."

"I'll cook the Italian pasta myself. You guys make a topping for me." Jiang Yuan said.

"The sauce for the Italian pasta, right. What flavor do you want?" The chef didn't look favorably on Jiang Yuan's cooking skills. Cooking Italian pasta is not like cooking hanging noodles, it is slightly difficult. If it were a professional chef like them, they would have to cook it just right, and Jiang Yuan is still talking about "topping"...

Of course, the earthiness of the Jiang father and son will not cover up their generosity. The chef also likes them very much, so he just smiled and cooperated.

As a chef, although he is a local chef from Shannan, after getting used to private cooking, simple Chinese-style Western food is no problem.

Jiang Yuan took the Italian pasta, sorted it slightly, sprinkled some salt in the water, and started cooking.

In a while, the red pasta sauce was also made.

Jiang Yuan plated the pasta and put it on a plate.

The bell sound stopped.

Jiang Yuan took the opportunity to greet everyone to come and eat.

Wu Jun was let to the upper seat by Jiangfuzhen, everyone sat in a circle, each poured their favorite sauce into the noodles, and ate with chopsticks.

Even in the Jiang family, occasionally there will be a simple meal.

But it was unexpectedly delicious!

Jiangfuzhen has seen it all, slurped, stared at Jiang Yuan several times, and asked: "How did you cook this Italian pasta so well?"

"I studied it when I had time." Jiang Yuan explained casually and added: "When I saw the bodies in the reservoir yesterday, I thought of Italian pasta."

The chef who had just taken a bite of noodles and wanted to praise wildly put down his fork.

The Jiang father and son are sometimes not so likable!

"There are new crabs today, I'll make an eighteen-cut for everyone." The chef stood up and smiled, saying: "New green crabs, just frozen in the refrigerator downstairs."

Eighteen-cut is a kind of pickled crab. This name refers to the crab being chopped into 18 pieces, each piece has paste, which belongs to the food that can only be made after the chef's dissection level of the crab rises to a certain realm.

But unlike ordinary raw pickling, the production of eighteen-cut must freeze the crab. In this way, there will be a layer of ice crystals on the eighteen crab pieces.

Its advantages are obvious. On the one hand, the requirement for the freshness of the crab is reduced, and most restaurants can make this dish. A two or three-day error tolerance will greatly reduce the waste of materials. On the other hand, freezing the crab to death first also meets the requirements of some people and countries, making the promotion of the dish easier.

The chef specifically learned this dish, also to facilitate the Jiang father and son. Otherwise, there are only two of them eating, so they can't buy crabs every day.

It's just that today's green crabs are new, just frozen, and I think they are more fat.

The chef said, and sent someone to get the crab, and started preparing on the spot.

In a while, the little chef sent to get the crab ran up and reported: "Master, the crab is lost!"

"What?" The chef frowned.

"The green crabs that arrived today, as well as the sea cucumber, squid, and bird's nest that were soaked two days ago, as well as the red mushrooms, Jinhua ham, Xuanwei ham in the cabinet, and, and that jar of dried abalone, all lost!" The little chef said loudly, his emotions excited.

Have to be excited, not to mention the ham and the like are worth thousands of dollars, that jar of dried abalone and sea cucumber are six-figure assets—no one will eat a jar of dried abalone in one breath, and it is money when it is placed there!

The chef was also angry and anxious, his hand holding the knife shaking: "This is still the capital, this... not as good as Ningtai County, that, call 110..."

"I'll call." While speaking, Jiang Yuan had already stood up silently, took out his mobile phone, and dialed Tao Lu.

Under the eyes of everyone, the call was connected.

Tao Lu's nervous voice was extremely penetrating: "Jiang Yuan, what happened?"

Jiang Yuan was silent for three seconds and said slowly: "Speaking of which, it's a small matter... My house was stolen." ===== CHAPTER 723 =====