As Weng Tao expected, the worker appeared in the restaurant out of place in an old camouflage uniform.

"Why are you sick, why are you running to this place?"

As soon as the workers saw Weng Tao, they shouted at Weng Tao in a dialect from afar, and the guests in the restaurant all looked up with strange looks, and even the waiter's eyes were strange.

Weng Tao was extremely embarrassed and annoyed, embarrassed that the arrival of the workers immediately lowered the nobility he had painstakingly created, and regretted that because of his own reasons, the injured workers were despised by the 'upper class' people.

"You be quiet, this is a high-class place, pay attention to the quality!"

The waiter brought a set meal, pasta, steak, and red wine, Weng Tao solemnly lifted the knife and fork and tasted it, feeling that this meal was not worth 700 yuan at all, after all, his salary was only 200 a day, and he did not necessarily have work every day.

The worker took a sip of very astringent red wine, felt particularly unpleasant, and wrinkled his face and said, "Are you crazy, such an unpalatable thing!"

"You know what, it's style!"

Weng Tao glanced at the worker with disdain, looked around, showed a look of intoxication, and said with emotion: "This is a door, a door that leads to the high society, I just want to be as elegant as the people here!"

The worker chewed the medium-rare beef, and couldn't understand what Weng Tao was thinking, in his opinion, Weng Tao was no different from him, and he couldn't even use knives and forks.

Coming out of the western restaurant, the worker went straight back to the construction site, and naturally wanted to talk about it with other workers who were chatting and playing cards.

After all, on the construction site, a person is often judged according to the level of craftsmanship, and the evaluation of Weng Tao by the workers is that the craftsmanship is average, but the work is the worst.

"This man has read a few books, and he has gone mad, dragging something every day! How can there be a saying? The heart is higher than the sky, and the life is thinner than paper. ”

As soon as Weng Tao, whose life was thinner than paper, returned to the dormitory, all the workers who played cards and chatted looked at him and laughed, and some shouted: "Weng Tao, have you helped the police solve the case again?"

Weng Tao snorted, his face showing disdain: "What are the police, there are few powerful people." ”

As he spoke, he picked up his second-hand player and watched the "Six Groups of Serious Cases" downloaded by the owner of the mobile phone store for him.

Some workers deliberately shouted: "It must be that you are too good, and the police are too lazy to listen to you!"

Weng Tao's eyes widened: "Why are you so innocent out of thin air......

"What innocence? I saw you being blasted out by the police station before, saying that you are too scumbag, don't be embarrassed anywhere. ”

Weng Tao's face flushed, green tendons bloomed on his forehead, and he argued: "We can't count it as a boom when we are discussing...... Discuss!...... Can the matter of the public procuratorate and the law be considered a bombardment?"

Then there were the difficult words, such as the 'theory of the composition of criminal law crimes' and the 'four elements of perfect crime', which caused everyone to laugh, and the dormitory was filled with a cheerful air.

Weng Tao watched an episode of the TV series, his flushed face gradually recovered, and others asked again: "Weng Tao, have you really listened to a certain professor's lecture?"

Weng Tao looked at the person who asked him, showing a look of disdain.

Then they said, "Then why don't you become a policeman? If you can't be a policeman, you can become an auxiliary policeman." ”

Weng Tao said with great confidence: "What do you do when you are a policeman? I do all the usual things with the old man's wife, and I am suitable to be a criminal investigation expert." ”

At this time, an old TV in the dormitory was playing a program on the rule of law.

The program is about a murder case, the murderer's modus operandi is extremely cruel, and the workers are all attracted by the TV program and discuss with each other.

Seeing the workers discussing the case on TV, Weng Tao couldn't help but feel a sense of superiority, picked up the enamel jar on the table, and made his own lofty statement:

"There are two major types of murder cases: acquaintances and strangers, of which acquaintances are most likely to commit crimes, and most of them are contradictions in daily life. From the perspective of criminal psychology......"

"What are you talking about, and you are not allowed to watch TV? You are floating so that you don't know who you are!" a worker interrupted Weng Tao's high remarks.

Weng Tao was very frustrated and said loudly: "You don't know my ability, I have been influenced by Western thought, Roman law, and I have also studied the famous Simpson case, a certain professor said that I have a talent for criminal investigation, I don't believe you read my notes!"

No one paid any attention to him.

After watching the show, the workers continued to play cards enthusiastically.

Weng Tao embarrassedly put down the porcelain jar in his hand, and his eyes fell on the title of the book again:

Perfume: A Murderer's Story.

……

It's August and it's the hottest weather of the year.

Especially before the rain, there is no wind, the air is wet, walking outside, it is like entering a steamer, and it is uncomfortable to die.

At about two o'clock in the afternoon of this day, Xiao Ran pulled the T-shirt that was about to be soaked in sweat and returned to the team from outside, and he had just replenished some water here, and before he sat down for five minutes, another police situation turned around: "City Gate Community, someone is slashing people with knives in the community!"

As soon as the police arrived, Xiao Ran and Li Fangfang immediately grabbed their equipment and rushed downstairs, and then stepped on the accelerator and rushed to the scene.

Through the window glass, looking at the sun isolated by the humid air of the high-rise, Li Fangfang stuck out his tongue and howled: "Hey, you say, these people eat hard every day, why don't you stay at home on such a day to blow the air conditioner, run out and cut people, what do you think?"

"What do you think? I know what he thinks, I'm about to die of heat!" Qin Zihe scraped off a layer of sweat on his forehead, and said weakly.

Soon, two police cars arrived at the city gate community.

At this time, the comrades from the nearby police station had already arrived, Xiao Ran greeted the comrades from the police station, and immediately asked, "What is the specific situation, are there any casualties?"

"It's almost fatal!"

The comrade from the police station sighed and said: "Fortunately, the person who was cut was nimble, and he got into the utility room of the property at once, and closed the door from the inside, and the perpetrator did not cut him." Otherwise, it would be a big deal!"

As soon as they heard that there were no casualties, Xiao Ran and the others were relieved, "What about the person who committed the murder?"

"Ah, the one holding the gas canister at the door. ”

The comrades from the police station pointed to the door of the utility room of the property, and saw a man in his early thirties, holding a small gas canister and a lighter in his hand, crying with the policeman who persuaded him next to him, "I can't survive, I want to die with this dog crumb!"

The comrades at the police station persuaded: "Why can't you survive? What has he done, and you can't think about it like this? What is there to say and solve well, if you do this, think about what your parents will do, what will happen to your wife and children? If you are gone, how painful they will be!"

Looking at the comrades from the police station who were in a stalemate with the man, Xiao Ran turned his head and asked, "Did you call the fire department?"

"It's already hit, and it's on its way. ”

Xiao Ran nodded, and at this time, the man who had been persuaded by the comrades in the police station howled louder, "I don't care, I just want to die with him, even if I don't die today, I will be disgusted to death in a few days, it's better to die early!"

"Then why do you say that he is disgusting with you, what can disgust the dead? ”

"him stealing my wife's underwear and beating him, I can't forget his obscene appearance...... Dog offal, you give me out, you son of a bitch!"