"Money can bless people and harm people, and those who have money must know it; Medicine can make people and kill people, and those who use medicine should not be careless. ”

This sentence comes from Qing Wang Yongbin's "Fireside Night Talk".

It means that money can both benefit and harm people, and rich people cannot fail to know this truth; Medicine can save people and kill people, and those who use medicine must not act with caution.

It means that there are two sides to everything, and when taking advantage of its beneficial side, it is necessary to guard against the harmful side.

Human society continues to this day, and from the moment money appeared, "money" has become a thing that everyone rushes to.

No matter what means are used, as long as you can get the money, it is the truest ending.

There is no one who doesn't love money (except for Mr. Ma, the founder of a certain company and the English teacher who made Xiaosa laugh).

Money is not everything, but no money is everything.

It is said that money is a bastard, but he is so good-looking.

It is said that money smells of copper, but it is really fragrant.

I don't know since when everyone started to struggle for money, maybe from the moment money was born, that's it.

Money can change a person's life and it can also change a person's heart.

Because "people die for money, birds die for food" is an unchanging truth from ancient times to the present.

My name is Qin Mu, and I am a criminal policeman in the serious crime team of the Ningzhou Public Security Bureau, and the reason why I became a criminal policeman is also to earn some money to support my family.

That's right, I'm such a vulgar person.

Who is not a common man?

"Team Qin, it's all ready."

In the office of the serious crime team, a firm voice from Lin Zifan came.

I took a deep breath, looked at the sunlight outside the window, and said lightly, "Let's go." ”

This time we are going to a place called Shinkawa Village.

Xinchuan Village is a small village in the northwest of Ningzhou City, and if it weren't for this time, I wouldn't have known that there was such a village.

Three police vans printed with the investigation of the crime scene sounded their sirens and sped along the way.

Obviously, we are not traveling to Shinkawa Village this time, but to deal with the case.

Within fifteen minutes, a report was received that a female corpse was found in Shinkawa Village.

Human life is at stake, and the police situation is an order, so the serious crime team, forensic department, and technical team immediately carried all the equipment and drove to Xinchuan Village.

Alas, all for that meager salary.

Oh no, we are for the duty and mission of the police, in order to rectify the evil, eliminate violence and peace, bring criminals to justice, and protect the lives and property of citizens.

Well, yes, that's it.

Shinkawa Village is not far from the city, and a two-hour drive away, the police car drove into Shinkawa Village.

We were greeted by a man named Niu Weixing, a 41-year-old man who was the head of the village committee of Xinchuan Village.

He wore a dark blue undershirt tucked into gray-black slacks, an old-fashioned pin-buckle leather belt around his waist, and a pair of brown mesh leather shoes underneath.

He crossed his waist and watched from a distance as our police car drove into the village, waving at us, with the demeanor of an old cadre.

The head of the village committee is the head of the village, the main person in charge of the affairs of the village, and the supreme leader. Elected by the villagers, for a five-year term, can be re-elected, and can be recalled by the villagers by voting.

The police car, led by Niu Weixing, stopped outside the door of a small farm yard.

"Comrade policeman, you're finally here."

The car door opened, and as soon as we got out of the car, Niu Weixing walked quickly in front of me, held my hand with both hands, and shook it vigorously.

"You called the police, right?" I nodded and asked seriously.

"It's me who called the police, it's me who called the police." Niu Weixing replied continuously.

Niu Weixing's expression was very serious, although he didn't show it, it could still be seen from his reaction, he was very nervous now.

After all, there was a murder in his village, and everyone would do the same.

"What's going on at the scene?" I made up my mind and asked him seriously.

"What's going on on the scene...... What's the situation......" After hearing my question, Niu Weixing was instantly stunned, and he kept repeating my question in a bit of a panic, his eyes looking for the crowd around him.

In the past, when we were handling cases in urban areas, there would always be a crowd of onlookers at the scene of the crime. This is especially true in the village, and from the moment our police car entered the village, it was like there was some huge attraction, and the whole village surrounded us.

But they were quite cooperative, and they kept around us, as if we were actors on stage at this moment, and they were the audience watching the performance.

We take a step forward, they take a step forward, we don't understand, and they don't understand.

All of them did not say a word and looked at us seriously.

In this society governed by the rule of law, the criminal police do belong to a "rare species".

"You don't know what's going on?" I suddenly frowned, and looked at Niu Weixing in surprise.

Because he was the one who called us to call the police.

"What's the situation...... What's the situation......" Niu Weixing kept muttering to me as if he had lost his mind.

He still kept looking out at the crowd, as if looking for someone.

After a while, he suddenly pointed to a corner of the crowd and shouted: "Little mine, what are you hiding for, come here quickly!" ”

As soon as Niu Weixing's voice fell, a little boy squeezed out of the crowd, I really don't know how Niu Weixing saw him.

This little boy looks like he is seven or eight years old, and there is a saying in the countryside that "seven or eight years old, hate dogs." ”

It means that children of seven or eight years old are very lively, mischievous, and sometimes go crazy, and even dogs dislike them. Because children at this age have a clear sense of self, have a strong curiosity about the unknown, no longer obey their parents' words, and have an obvious rebellious mentality.

That's what happened to the little boy in front of us.

He was a little thin, with the same hairstyle as Taro Watermelon, wearing an ordinary T-shirt and cropped pants, his face was covered in ash and dirt, and a pair of small sandals were deformed and glued because he was climbing trees.

He had a toy telescope around his neck, a pistol made of twigs in his pocket, and a glass ball full of glass in his other pocket, as if he was going to drop his pants at any moment.

This look, the absolute "mom sees the fight".

"Little mine, come here!" Niu Weixing said angrily and beckoned him to come over.

Little Mine looked reluctant and walked forward slowly, and after a few steps, he suddenly crouched down and rolled forward on the ground.

He took out the pistol from his pocket, imitated the appearance of a special soldier, pointed the muzzle at Niu Weixing, and kept saying: "Biu!" biu！ ”