Wen Jun and Zhou Xiaolei hurried to the "Deep Breath" fitness club with a large group of people, and the police cars of the brigade roared past the street. As soon as she got out of the car, Zhou Xiaolei immediately began to arrange, surrounding the vicinity of "Deep Breathing".

Seeing that the police were cowering, Wen Jun took the lead in rushing into the dark basement, turned on the light, and found that the building was already empty. The usual noisy, filthy underground casino was left with only one table left, and the room became empty.

Wen Jun said to the police who followed up: "Search every corner carefully to see if there is anything left." ”

The police began to search the casino. Wen Jun's charming peach blossom eyes were shining, and he didn't let go of any small corner of the house, and slowly walked from downstairs to upstairs. When I saw that comfortable secret chair, I was secretly uneasy, your sister! These underworld characters will really enjoy it.

Just as I was thinking about it, I suddenly heard a "clang". When I looked at it, it was an iron trash can that had been kicked over in a hurry, and countless snowflake-shaped confetti rolled out of it.

Wen Jun walked over, squatted down, and looked at the scraps of paper that seemed to have been torn up. He raised his head and beckoned to Zhang Huimei nearby.

Zhang Huimei walked over with a proud posture and asked in a low voice, "Mayor Wen, what are you looking for?" ”

Wen Jun pointed to the scraps of paper scattered on the ground and said, "Sister Huimei, you use tweezers to pick up these scraps of paper one by one, remember not to miss anything, wrap them in a plastic bag, and bring them back to the bureau." ”

Zhang Huimei was stunned, thinking that this kid was really boring, and just wanted to tease him a few words, but Wen Jun seemed to understand her mind very well, so she didn't give her a chance at all, stood up awkwardly, and walked straight down the stairs.

Hatefully threw a roll of the eyes towards the tall back, reluctantly took out a pair of snow-white gloves from the toolbox and put them on, took tweezers and a plastic bag, squatted down, and curvy cheeks, Zhang Huimei began to carefully put pieces of paper scraps into the thin plastic bag.

Everyone searched in the casino for a long time, but did not find anything else useful, and then Zhou Xiaolei waved his hand to order his subordinates to close. Everyone got into the car and began to evacuate the scene.

Suddenly, there was a "boom", and a violent explosion occurred in the underground casino, and the entire building seemed to be crumbling, and mud and rubble shot out in all directions.

Wen Jun, Zhou Xiaolei and the others couldn't help but be shocked, and a cold sweat almost came out. If everyone had come out a few minutes later, they would have died in the explosion.

Back at the police station, Wen Jun, Xiao Wenhan, and Zhou Xiaolei gathered in the conference room to discuss the case.

Zhou Xiaolei wiped the cold sweat on her forehead and said with palpitations: "How could an underground casino suddenly explode?" ”

Wen Jun snorted coldly and said, "This is Brother Ying's plan to kill two birds with one stone. ”

Zhou Xiaolei was even more confused and said, "Two birds with one stone? ”

Wen Jun groaned: "First, I want to destroy this den cleanly and completely; The second is that we are sure that we will find this place, so we have planted a time bomb underground in advance to blow us all here. ”

Recalling the scene of the explosion in the underground casino, Zhou Xiaolei's body shuddered, and scolded hatefully: "Brother Ying, how vicious! If you plant it in my hands, you must pull his tendons and skin him! ”

At this time, the door of the conference room was pushed open, and Zhang Huimei walked in.

She raised the plastic bag in her hand and said aggrievedly: "Mayor Wen, the people from the technical department said that these confetti are too broken to recover. ”

In order to pick up the scraps of paper, she squatted in front of the trash can for more than half an hour, and was the last to leave the underground casino, and the deafening explosion scared her into a flutter.

Xiao Wenhan stared at the plastic bag and said curiously, "What is it?" ”

Wen Jun said: "I found these scraps of paper in the trash can of Brother Ying's underground casino, so I brought them back to see if I could restore it and find some clues from it." ”

Xiao Wenhan nodded approvingly and said: "The profession of criminal police is to 'make bold assumptions and cautiously verify'. Xiaojun, you are careful and bold, and you are really a piece of material for being a criminal policeman. ”

Wen Jun took the plastic bag in Zhang Huimei's hand, took one last look at it, and then threw it into the trash can next to him, and said with a wry smile: "The wish is beautiful, but the reality is cruel." Dust to dust, dust to dust, where did it come from, or where to go back. It's just in vain for Sister Huimei's hard work. ”

Xiao Wenhan glanced at Wen Jun, bent down to pick up the plastic bag he had just discarded, and said leisurely: "You can't do anything big with just a whim." Criminal police work requires not only a flexible mind, but also perseverance, the spirit of not hitting the south wall and not looking back. ”

Wen Jun's face turned red, and he said sneeringly: "The technical department is no longer able to repair it, what's the use of keeping it?" ”

Xiao Wenhan stuffed the plastic bag into Wen Jun's hand and nodded: "There is a precedence in hearing the Tao, and there is a specialization in the art industry." If you want to fix these scraps of paper, you have to find those old guys who are proficient in restoring antiques, they are the masters of this. ”

Wen Jun's eyes lit up, as if he was a baby, he pulled the plastic bag in his hand tightly, and said with a smile: "I understand, Uncle Xiao, thank you for the reminder." ”

Zhou Xiaolei was confused when she heard this, and wondered: "Xiaojun, what do you understand?" ”

Wen Jun pulled her sleeve and said, "Sister Xiaolei, let's go to the City Museum." ”

"The City Museum?" Zhou Xiaolei muttered, and followed him as if she didn't understand.

Municipal Museum, Director's Office.

Chu Yun looked at the hundreds of pieces of fine paper scraps contained in the plastic bag, and couldn't help but shake his head and smile bitterly: "Mayor Wen, you really give me a problem." ”

Wen Jun smiled awkwardly: "What? Curator Chu, is it difficult? ”

Chu Yun said: "What we face every day is some tinkering and messing, and it is not difficult for us to restore these scraps of paper." ”

Wen Jun wondered, "Why does Director Chu look embarrassed?" ”

Chu Yun sighed and said, "The provincial archaeological team recently excavated an ancient tomb of the Zhou Dynasty at the junction of Hangzhou and Suzhou, and our people were all sent there to support, and there was basically no manpower at home. ”

Wen Jun pleaded: "Director Chu, these confetti were found in the dens of the suspects in the two bombings that occurred yesterday, and they played a pivotal role in the detection of the case, and I hope you will support me." ”

When Chu Yun heard this, he knew that the matter was very important, so he said: "In this case, the old man has to do it himself." ”

Wen Jun's handsome face, which was like a heartthrob, suddenly showed a face comparable to a peach blossom, and said: "Mr. Chu is really a person who understands righteousness, Wen Jun has thanked him in advance." ”