Yu Zui was woken up by a rush of sirens, and when he opened his eyes, it was already daylight. This sleep was so deep that he felt dazed when he opened his eyes, thinking that he was sleeping in a police car.
It's the phone, it's the phone ringing, I got up, and I found myself on the bed when I got up, I didn't wake up all of a sudden, why I was alone, and I didn't see my wife. The phone was in the living room, he ran out of the bedroom naked, picked it up, saw that it was Xiong Jianfei, and yelled what Nima was doing so early in the morning when he answered it.
What are you doing? Xiong Jianfei was in a hurry and gave Yu Zui a shocking news: Bian Shuanglin was gone.
"Ah? This is a prisoner on parole obtained through the city bureau. If he escapes, you will be waiting for your police uniform." Yu Zui suddenly became angry.
"I'll talk about it later, come quickly, what's wrong with this." Xiong Jianfei begged, saying that he couldn't be cured, and hurriedly organized people to look for it.
Putting down the phone, Yu Zui was in a hurry to go out, but as soon as he put the phone on, he fell to the ground, ouch, he was so angry, he was naked, and almost ran out, picked up the phone, fortunately, knocked it down, The screen was not broken, so I hurried back to the bedroom. Huh? I was so angry again, where did I take off my clothes and pants last night. He anxiously rummaged through the bed, digging through a pile, and when he couldn't find anything to start scolding, he found a note on the pillow, in his wife's handwriting:
Clothes are hanging on the hanger, breakfast is by the fire, I'm going back to my mother's house, let's spend the holidays by myself.
Um? what's the situation
Yu Zui was stunned for a moment, ran out, put down his clothes from his clothes, put on his clothes, washed while wearing them, and ran to the kitchen, where breakfast was simmering in the rice cooker, delicious eight-treasure porridge, with steamed buns and pickles on the side, this made Yu Zui a little Stomach acid, I remembered, when I came back last night, my wife asked him if he looked good in fancy clothes, and then... Then I went to see Zhou Gong without paying the public rations.
If something is abnormal, it must be a demon? What's going on here
Looking at the food, Yu Zui lost his appetite. Apart from being noisy, the two of them rarely had good looks, and they were both used to eating in the canteen of the unit. Unable to adapt, he started his criminal investigation head and flashed countless possibilities
broken! He quickly figured it out, yesterday was the wedding anniversary, no wonder his wife dressed up so beautifully, hey, this broke his heart, and he ran back to his mother's house again.
He thought for a while, took the meal out to dry, and then simply went into the bathroom to take a shower, shaved his beard, came out refreshed, and ate breakfast in a leisurely manner. It's rare for his wife to do it herself. It's a big deal It can't stop us from enjoying the right to happiness. Although the porridge is not very delicious.
After calling three or four times, and finally getting impatient and unable to wait for Yu Zui, Xiong Jianfei and the others came directly in a police car, stopped downstairs and waited for a while before seeing Yu Zui walking out of the building slowly.
"Everyone ran away, why are you in no hurry?" Xiong Jianfei asked with a bitter face.
"It's over, I'm going to be killed by you, and Nima will be held accountable. I, the instructor, can't stand it." Mouse felt a little guilty, seeing Yu Zui coming out neatly, he didn't forget to say: "Yo ? You are so energetic, you performed well last night and were rewarded by your wife?"
"It's useless to talk about shit." Xiong Jianfei rebuked. Yu Zui, on the other hand, sat down on the back seat with a smile on his face, and shook hands: "Driving, tell me what's going on?"
As he walked, he said that Bian Shuanglin has been doing very well since he was released on parole. They rushed to other places to handle the case, and told the two accompanying criminal policemen to be polite to him and not to be a prisoner, and accompanied him back to Jinnan. Looking at his hometown in the county, district and countryside, Xiong Jianfei also asked last night, and the two criminal policemen said that people are normal, who knew that something would happen if they were normal, because the normality for several days made the criminal policemen relax their vigilance, and they had breakfast this morning When he found that the person was gone, Xiong Jianfei became anxious.
"It's impossible for him to run away. He has been in prison for ten years, and he has ten months left... If it were you, would you run away? Wouldn't he have to be punished if he was caught?" Yu Zui asked suspiciously, wondering what was wrong. runnable.
"But if he really escapes, will the consequences be very serious?" Xiong Jianfei asked guiltily.
"The parole time we are fighting for is two weeks. In theory, he is free during this time. The prison authorities also agreed that he would not cause any harm to the society... But if he does not return to Jinzhong Prison within two weeks, then We must be responsible, so time is not urgent, don't worry, you can't solve the problem in a hurry." Yu Zui comforted.
I just learned about the situation. When the car drove to the Gulou branch, Xiao Mengqi, Wang Shenxiu, and Luo Jialong were already waiting at the gate of the branch. Patrol and various police stations; the second is to notify the special police team on duty on the streets during holidays, and arrange for Xiong Jianfei and the mouse to run around several jurisdictions to expand the search area as much as possible. As for him, Luo Jialong was asked to find out the life and crime track of the liar Bian Shuanglin in Taiyuan for reference.
It was decided after the discussion, and each of them left in a hurry. Yu Zui got on the car and realized that he hadn't greeted the leader yet. Through the car window, he waved to Xiao Mengqi with a smile. Word: so handsome!
She also waved with a smile and said don't worry, I will contact Jinzhong Prison and let each other know if there is any news.
The car left, and when Yu Zui turned around, Wang Shenxiu in the car seat looked at him, and said solemnly: "Yu'er, have you noticed that you are becoming more and more like a leader."
"Is there?" Yu Zui was surprised.
"It was just now, look at your command, how do you have the temperament of not changing your face when Mount Tai collapses in front of you? You are smiling all the time, oh, see, Director Xiao is convinced by you." Wang Shenxiu said, this Luo Jialong also Admittedly, this matter made everyone so anxious, Yu Zui was fine, and didn't take it seriously at all.
"Shit, what kind of temperament, I'm thinking about my wife... My wife made me a breakfast today with her own hands, oh, it made me happy, tsk tsk." Yu Zui said in a terrified manner, and gave the correct answer that made the two of them stare, and then Both of them were speechless.
Look at this poor child, who is often beaten by his wife, and he is so touched after cooking a meal.
Yu Zui retorted, what's the matter, according to scientific research and surveys, 50% of men in the country are often beaten by their wives, not to mention you are the rest of the 50%, the rest of you are not married to wives.
Amidst the jokes and debates, the journey of finding people began, but it was not optimistic. In a big city with a population of several million, one or two people ran out, and they were old antiques that had been locked up for ten years. This number had no mobile phone, no credit card, and even A person who doesn't have an ID card basically pinches all the clues the police have to find him...
It was a sunny day, with more people traveling, the street market seemed less lively.
A large green area from Gulou Street to the west is the boundary of Fenyang Park. More and more families come to play during the holidays, and the park seems to be a lot more noisy. I didn’t notice a middle-aged man with gray hair and a thin appearance pacing. Among the pedestrians, he looked around from time to time, as if he was looking for a place in his memory, but to his disappointment, the street scene ten years ago had completely changed, except for the park, all sights were covered by tall buildings. blocked.
He was asking about the location of the antique market. There used to be ghost markets along both banks of the Fen River in the early morning. He was familiar with that place. He asked a few elderly people, and someone pointed him to a place, which was in the northwest corner of Fen River Park.
He went there, walked through the corridor, and walked out of the shade of the trees. The sunlight projected on the blue artificial lake, occasionally shimmering, would reflect on him, making him squint his eyes subconsciously. It seems that I can still see myself for more than ten years, driving leisurely, picking up leaks in this market, and accepting the nodding and bowing compliments of those antique dealers.
Times have changed, so many years have changed.
This market seems to be bigger than imagined. There are all kinds of transactions along the inside and outside of the fence. Stamps, coins, porcelain, lacquerware, and bronze are all placed on the stalls. The past guests are selecting fat sheep for the knife.
He smiled inexplicably. Ten years ago, he could occasionally see a few genuine products, but now they are basically all fakes. The coins are newly minted and handcrafted by workshops; Having said that, it is outrageously fake, and there is actually a pattern of welcoming pine, which is obviously a product after the founding of the People's Republic of China.
The fake ones are all fake ones, and even the peddler has no energy for the fake ones. Occasionally, when the price is 500, and the customer bargains for 50, he can't wait to shout: "Take it!"
He laughed again, pacing and looking for his target while laughing, his pockets were tight, prison life didn't matter, but he couldn't move a single step in the city, he needed to find some money here, so that he could do what he wanted to do.
Target... A stall of ancient coins, piled with a hundred or eighty ancient coins, two incense burners, and a statue of Guanyin.
"Ten yuan each." The boss said, weakly.
"Not worth it." Bian Shuanglin said.
"You want all of them, five yuan each." The boss directly gave in half, which is to tell you the bottom line, and the bargain price cannot be lower than this wholesale price.
Ding Dong, Bian Shuanglin threw the coins back into the money pile, and looked at the boss, a fat, ugly man with mustache, bulbous nose, and yellow teeth, waving his hands and saying: "There is no such shop in this village, Taiyuan coins There are not many stalls, and this is the most complete here.”
"I made it by my own handicraft." Bian Shuanglin asked with a smile.
The boss curled his lips and waved his hands: "Go, go and rest when it's cool."
There are rules in this industry. It is taboo to say that it is fake, and it is taboo to say that others are fake. The whole market is not true. How can you say fake
"Are you interested in doing business?" Bian Shuanglin asked directly. He knew how to deal with this kind of person. He had to be direct and talk about money, otherwise he wouldn't talk.
The boss opened his eyes and became excited: "How much do you want? It costs one yuan and twenty cents for wholesale, and the minimum batch is one thousand."
Misunderstood, the boss thought he was looking for fakes, Bian Shuanglin smiled and said: "I don't want the goods, how about I teach you how to sell them?"
"How many years have I been selling, and I still need you to teach?" The boss dismissed it.
"But can you sell for a hundred or even a few hundred?" Bian Shuanglin bowed, serious and confident. Of course, the boss couldn't believe it, and looked at him with white and black eyes. Bian Shuanglin told him sincerely: "I can... guarantee that you can sell them for at least 50 yuan each today, and sell a lot? Are you interested?"
"Yes, this market can't sell ten or eight a day. Can you sell hundreds of them? Don't talk about hundreds of them. If you sell my bunch, I will kowtow to recognize you as my uncle." Do not believe.
"That's not necessary. I'll teach you a way. Just share 20% of the profit with me... If it doesn't work, I'll take care of all your piles." Bian Shuanglin said, with that very friendly face, matched with a The labored woolen clothes that have been washed white, really look like an old bird soaked in antiques.
The boss believed it, and asked him to sit down. The two of them bit their ears. The boss sometimes frowned, sometimes suspicious, and sometimes asked a few words in a low voice, but it seemed that his IQ was not high, so he was not sure whether this method would work, and he asked: "This person can't do it, I have to find a helper."
Bian Shuanglin took a look at the hawkers in this market. There were piles of crooked melons and cracked dates. He smiled and asked, "Don't tell me that you are doing it alone. It's enough for a group of hawkers to cover each other. I'll teach you how to do it." ?”
It seems that Zhen Nima is an expert, and he even knows the unspoken rules of this deceitful person. The boss believes it without saying a word. He contacted someone with a broken mobile phone that was taped, and then walked past the stalls one by one, whispering a few words to many stall owners, and they all nodded quietly. When Bian Shuanglin saw this, he got up slowly, stood far away, leaned against the fence, and waited patiently.
What are you waiting for
Soon, a shabby-looking jeep was parked outside the fence, with a sticker saying "rectification of the cultural relics market" on the body, and two uniformed men came down, handing out a stack of leaflets, and occasionally Also posted one.
It's propaganda for the protection of cultural relics, with the words to crack down on the sale of cultural relics. No one takes the red, green and yellow leaflets on the street seriously. I don't know where these two people come from, but when Bian Shuanglin felt that this actor was really bad, his wonderful performance came.
The tall man in uniform yelled into the microphone: "Attention Tibetan friends, we are from the Bureau of Cultural Relics Protection. Yesterday we were notified that there were many cases of tomb robbery in Datong and Xiuwen, and a large number of unearthed cultural relics have been delivered to me." City, mainly all kinds of ancient coins... Please pay attention to Tibetan friends, if you find illegal sales, actively report... "
After shouting three times, suddenly someone yelled: "Huzi... Huzi, didn't you collect a batch of coins?"
"No, no, absolutely not." The owner of the stall eagerly closed the stall.
"Wait, don't move." Another person from the Cultural Relics Bureau came up, squatted down to look at it, and then said in shock, "Huh? Mr. Hu, when did you accept this?"
"It wasn't received, it wasn't...that..." The boss was dumbfounded and couldn't explain clearly. Nervous and panic look alike.
"This is a cultural relic, can it be sold as an antique? Come with us." The other reprimanded, with that arrogant tone, it could be seen that it came from a state agency.
Yelling, yelling, explaining, the unearthed cultural relics flowed to Taiyuan, and was caught by the cultural relics administration on the spot, and a group of people quickly gathered around, watching the excitement, more Tibetan friends may be sighing secretly My own eyesight is clumsy, ouch, I found out earlier, it would be nice to buy a few.
The two of them took people with them, and put away his booth with a piece of rag. Unexpectedly, at the critical moment, Mr. Hu went into a rage. Hula threw the booth away, and then burrowed into the crowd, and the two chased, pushed and shoved. Shoving, cursing, and after a while out of the crowd, Mr. Hu had already slipped away. The two yelled to report to the management office and report the crime, and drove away in a hurry.
The calm market was thus broken. The bag of dozens of coins was snatched away by Tibetan friends and stall owners, and they all knew that they would face confiscation soon, and the price soared very quickly.
"Fifty, you two, give me one."
"You picked up a few, I want them all, one is eighty."
"Not for sale, Mr. Hu is an idiot. He doesn't know the goods at all. If this thing is in the hands of someone who knows the goods, it will cost at least five hundred ones."
"Look, it's from the Ming Dynasty."
"Two hundred, two hundred and one, give me..."
"I want... I'll offer three hundred..."
No one pays attention to other things. They are all chasing the people who snatched the coins and driving up the price. After a few transactions were sold at 300, the price immediately rose to 500. Usually, I wish I could give it away for free, but today I want to give away the money. I bought it all for others, and there were whispers everywhere in the market, and the deal was settled after the negotiation was in the sleeve.
There are even more violent ones, holding a thick pile of money and shouting: "Whoever has it, six hundred ones, I want them all!"
No one sold it to him yet, so he put it in his pocket and ran away happily. This place can't stay for long, and the stall owners also said: Hurry up, wind and solar energy are all from the country, dig out things It can't be an individual, the police came and confiscated it, and I won't refund the money.
It really made sense to think about it, and the buyer ran away in a hurry.
It was noisy for more than an hour, hey, there is something wrong with this evil wind, why are there people selling coins all the time, why are there always goods on the trouser waist and soles, you can find one at a touch, and sell several Hundreds.
The heat was blown up, Bian Shuanglin walked away slowly with a smile, the scam will be exposed soon, but most of those who have been cheated will not come back to find the back, they are losing some money and admitting in public that they are stupid and have a low IQ. Given the choice between the latter, most definitely choose the former.
That was no longer his concern. He walked out of the park with his hands behind his back and walked for two kilometers. He saw the car on the side of the road with the words "rectification of the cultural relics market" torn off. He walked forward and stood beside the car. , when the car door opened, Mr. Hu's fat face with a smile like a pepper appeared.
"Boss Hu, did you sell a lot?" Bian Shuanglin asked with a smile.
"Oh, amazing, man of God." Mr. Hu gave a thumbs up.
"Hehe, it's tight and tight. The tighter the better. It's very simple." Bian Shuanglin smiled and reminded: "It's time to fulfill your promise."
"Okay... this, this..." Lao Hu took a pile of money and stuffed it in Bian Shuanglin's hand, "Two thousand, don't think it's too little. I don't know how much the guys in the market sold."
"It's quite a lot, thank you." Bian Shuanglin put away the money, and the two people in the same car were stunned for a moment. They didn't expect it to be so easy to pass away. When Mr. Hu saw that someone was about to leave, he was anxious and stopped him: "Wait, Man of God... Ours... You see, it's almost noon, why don't we have a meal together without asking your name?"
"Hehe, do you still want to ask some shortcuts to get rich?" Bian Shuanglin asked with a smile.
Boss Hu smiled. It must be. Those who can make money these days are called real skills. For example, the one in front of you is a bad move, which is quite easy to use.
"Then I will teach you another trick. A pile of copper coins, mixed with iron powder and magnesium chloride, buried seven feet in the ground, hidden for three years... When it is unearthed, a layer of copper rust can basically be faked. It takes time and accumulation to deceive people. Yes. Your asking price is only fifty, and no one else will take it seriously...see you later." Bian Shuanglin taught him a trick, patted Boss Hu on the shoulder, put his hands behind his back, and walked away leisurely.
The two accomplices hurriedly memorized this method, but Boss Hu looked at Bian Shuanglin's figure with admiration, his aura was so strong that he even forgot to invite a party.
"Old Hu, what is the origin of this man?" asked the accomplice, seemingly surprised that such a bad trick could have such a wonderful effect.
"A master. This Nima is a master. One sentence will let us eat for three months." Boss Hu said fascinatedly. He knew that such a master might not be able to keep him, so please come!
No one noticed that this was a down-and-out expert, but soon his image changed. After he came out of the mall, he put on a well-fitting suit, and he looked younger by several years; , he became full of black hair again, and suddenly he was a few years younger. Occasionally, he stopped on the street, his solemn expression, his clear face, and his melancholy eyes. A white-collar worker with a busy business might look like anyone, but no one would think of him as a suspect who has not yet served his sentence.
At this time, the three districts and eleven patrol teams all received news of the investigation, and there were even policemen who passed by Bian Shuanglin. Unfortunately, they just passed by...