In the afternoon, Ding Fan screened all the migrant workers in several surrounding districts, and finally investigated more and more things, and he was dazzled by both eyes, and he didn't see the reason.

However, Zhu Zhenyu rushed back from outside, holding a bunch of materials in his hand and throwing them on the table, and the whole person was almost paralyzed from exhaustion.

In this afternoon, Zhu Zhenyu led people to check all the small workshops in the vicinity of Pengcheng, not only was he tired as if he had been fished out of water, but even the security team that had been mixed on the street all the year round was a little unbearable, and they were almost unable to stand up.

Originally, the purpose was mainly to find the black factories that made fireworks and firecrackers without permission, but Ding Fan didn't want to make too much trouble, so this time, the main thing was the security team, which was dedicated to investigating these black workshops that opened without permission.

Zhu Zhenyu mainly just followed the past, and he was already tired and about to lose his strength.

"Ding, I finally understood today, why those brothers of the security brigade, on the first day of employment, the captain would give them a pair of shoes!" Zhu Zhenyu lay on the table, his clothes were all soaked, as if he was completely tired and paralyzed, and even his eyes couldn't open a little, and he said with difficulty: " I have a classmate, after graduating from college, he was assigned to the security brigade, and I came directly to the criminal police team, at first he was quite envious of me, but after he joined the company, their captain gave him a pair of shoes, saying that it was special kindness to him, saying that the shoes were worn out, and he could become a full-fledged security officer. ”

"How envious I was at that time, when he arrived at the new unit, the leader immediately gave him a pair of shoes, and I didn't have anything, but a month later, he turned positive, because his shoes were worn out in only a month, and you can imagine how many places he ran outside in this month's time. ”

Zhu Zhenyu is a small workshop with his classmates today, but his classmates have become accustomed to it, although he is a little tired at the end of the day, counting arrests, he is not tired to this extent.

Zhu Zhenyu was so tired that he could barely walk, this kind of fatigue may not be understood by another person.

Ding Fan walked up to him, stretched out his hand and pulled off his two shoes, then put them outside the window to dry, and put a cup of hot water in front of him and said, "Maybe you don't believe it, I also mixed in the security brigade for a while before. ”

"Every member of the security brigade must grind out a pair of iron foot boards, the first pair of shoes, it is indeed very important, that is the old man to remind the newcomer, shoes do not choose the best looking, but must choose a pair of the most comfortable, when necessary, these feet can help you do things, will not turn against you!"

Zhu Zhenyu didn't expect that Ding Fan would reach out and take off his shoes, and he was really jumped by his action at that time.

But he really didn't expect that Ding Fan had worked in the security brigade before, and he had only been running for a day, and he felt that the whole person was about to fall apart.

At this time, he was so tired that he couldn't open his eyes, Ding Fan reached out and put these documents into his hand one by one, and said while flipping through them: "Actually, the security brigade is similar to us, they consume physical strength, and we consume not only physical strength, but even brain power, and pressure, etc.!"

"Knowing that you are tired today, you are here today, you can rest here, go home and sleep slowly, and have good news tomorrow!"

Although I don't know why Ding Fan said this, Zhu Zhenyu still trusts him very much, and I don't know why, it seems that what he says is often not empty words, since he said it, there will be good news tomorrow.

After almost resting, Zhu Zhenyu also left the office with confidence.

In fact, where is the good news so fast, and this, Ding Fan can't guarantee it at all, he summarized all the information on the table.

This includes the information brought back by Zhu Zhenyu today, and a few people were screened out from it.

These people are actually not very useful for the case, but one of these people really attracted Ding Fan's eyes.

This man was not the owner of some black workshop, but a blacksmith.

In this era of steel mechanization, he is still using the oldest technology to create some metal products.

In the past, most of them used to build some sickles and axes and other things, so no one noticed any problems, but in a homicide a few years ago, the murderer actually held a ten-figure crossbow in his hand, which is very rare now.

Moreover, the arrows are all idiosyncratic, and there is almost no way to stitch them up when they hit the body, and the victim died on the spot.

Through a large number of clues, the blacksmith was found, and a large number of controlled knives were found from his home, but most of them were unbladed ornaments.

But these ornaments, after a simple transformation, can become a killing weapon.

In this investigation, Zhu Zhenyu made a special trip to his house, but this time he didn't find anything, it seemed to be just some simple farm tools, and the only thing that was a little excessive was the head of a red tassel gun.

The things were confiscated, and now they are all on the table, and the things are not very special, but the craftsmanship used to create them is completely ancient, hammered and hammered.

Ding Fan has been playing with this thing since he was a child, and it can be said that he spent his childhood, and I am afraid that few people are more familiar with this kind of thing than him.

And the strange weapons used by the murderer to tear open the abdomen of the deceased before were not something that ordinary means could have made.

It just happened to be this kind of Qimen weapon that could only be created by hammering and forging, and it was precisely because he saw this thing that Ding Fan felt that this case had finally made relatively big progress.

And he set out that night, and soon found the little hidden house according to the address.

Although the high-walled compound can't be said, but this high-walled compound is really high, but the courtyard is not very big, and the gate is not even locked, Ding Fan stretched out his hand and knocked twice outside, and the gate was knocked open.

In this courtyard, there were no living creatures, let alone chickens and ducks, not even dogs, only a bald man was sitting on the edge of a stone table, gulping wine, and the wine syrup dripped down the thick beard on his face, although there were not a few dishes on the table, but the bearded man still drank with relish.

Although the recent weather is not cold, it is definitely not hot, but this big man is naked, and his skin is still red.

Seeing Ding Fan coming in from outside, he glanced sideways, put down the wine bowl and urn and said angrily: "I don't have what you want here, the police came this afternoon, you can go back too!"

Ding Fan didn't say anything, he opened his mouth and directly blocked the words back.

In other words, Ding Fan didn't think about coming to buy something, but he just wanted to ask a few words about something curious.

"How do you know what I want, you must not have that here!" Ding Fan simply turned around in the yard, stretched out his hand and shook the sickle farm tool hanging on the side, and whispered: "Don't you sell these things?"

The big man snorted coldly, reached out and picked up the wine bottle on the table, poured it directly into his mouth, stood up and said, "You are not a peasant man, and these things are not for you, so you don't need to put garlic in my place!"

Unexpectedly, this big man really has some eyesight, and he can see at a glance that Ding Fan doesn't need farm tools, and he must have come to the door for something else.

"This may not be, even if I am not a peasant man, can't I use something like a shovel?" Ding Fan turned around, walked to him slowly, chewed gum in his mouth and said with a smile: "Without you doing business, how can you drive customers outside?"

The big man sneered, squinted his eyes and said: "You are not an ordinary person, you have killed people, we who strike iron, we are very sensitive to the taste, I can feel the murderous aura on your body, people like you will not let your hands stick to rough work, I have seen a person similar to you, his fingers are delicate like a girl, he can't look down on these farm tools outside." ”

Ding Fan knew what kind of person the big man was talking about, he had also seen this kind of person, a killer who specializes in taking orders to kill people, will maintain his fingers very delicately, and even the kind of killer who uses a gun all the year round will still groom his fingers very neatly and tidy, and no old skin will be left, which will affect their delicate perception of weapons.

"What can kill people is not necessarily a sword, a gun, a sword and a halberd, and the same is true for a sickle and shovel!" Ding Fan reached out and picked up a sickle by the wall, felt it in his hand, waved it a few times and said: "I heard that in the early years, in the Bagua Palm, the inheritance was a sickle, so it can be seen that killing people does not necessarily have to be spears and halberds, use them well, in fact, everything is the same, and bamboo chips are also killing weapons!"

Dahan didn't care about Ding Fan's words, reached out and picked up a steamed bun, and bit it hard in his mouth.

But standing in front of him, Ding Fan's eyes flashed with a cold light, and he waved the sickle in his hand, and swept it towards the face of the big man, and the blade brought a whirring wind, which swept in front of the big man's mouth as fast as lightning.

The big man swallowed his saliva and reached out to touch it under his mouth, but found that he hadn't lost even a beard, but the steamed bun he had just bitten in his mouth was gone.

The sickle in Ding Fan's hand slowly lifted, and the steamed bun was poking at the tip of the sickle at this moment.

"Who are you?" It wasn't until this moment that the big man breathed a sigh of relief and wiped the sweat from his forehead.

But Ding Fan still smiled and said to him: "It doesn't matter to you at all who I am, but I believe that you know one thing that is important to me!"

Ding Fan reached out and took out a wad of cash from his pocket and put it on the table, and said with a smile: "There is only your skillful hand around here, you can create a thing, wear it on your hand, and it can make people lose your stomach with one blow, I want to know who he is?"

When the big man heard this, his face changed suddenly, he held the wine bottle tightly in his hand, and said with a gloomy face: "I just came here with the police, aren't you afraid that I will call the police?"

Ding Fan threw the sickle in his hand aside, pressed it on his wrist, shook his head and said: "The weapon itself does not kill, and the person who makes the weapon cannot imagine that the thing in his hand will become a killing weapon, but ...... This weapon has fallen into the hands of some people, and sooner or later it will be bloody, do you think the police will deal with you if they know that you have created something and become a murder weapon?"

"I'll tell you the truth, that thing has now been stained with a human life, and if you don't explain it, the next time I look for you, I won't talk to you like this, understand?"

Ding Fan's words were simple and straightforward, as a weapon maker, he knew very well what that thing was used for, and he also knew that something would happen sooner or later, but he didn't expect this day to come so soon.