I started out as a criminal, and the police relied on me to solve countless cases.

Chapter 217 Monk
Zhang Maocai felt that he was the luckiest man in Xiguan. He married a vicious woman, lost all his wealth, and saw that he had no choice but to jump off the building.

As a result, the situation took a turn for the better and a phone call brought the savior.

After listening to the negotiations of the three big guys, Zhang Maocai lowered his head and said nothing, drinking his tofu pudding by himself. This woman Liu Xinxin was finished. Her dream of becoming an actress was over, her dream of catching a rich man and getting rich was over, and she even had no chance of making a living with this name in the future. As for how long she would be in jail, he didn't know, he really knew nothing about the law.

Looking at the flashing neon lights of the food street, the students in school uniforms coming and going, full of youthfulness, and the three men gnawing on pig's trotters at the table.

Zhang Maocai felt for a moment that the world was a little magical. The woman who was so arrogant and proud in front of him was just a humble clown in the eyes of the real big shot.

The three of them decided whether a famous director would go to jail, and the life and death of a marriage fraudster while chatting and laughing.

I swear to God, before his wife forced him to call this old classmate whom he hadn't seen for several years, Zhang Maocai would never have imagined that this "scumbag" classmate who always relied on his looks to make a living in school was not only a big internet celebrity with tens of millions of fans, but also had the ability to make movies. What's more incredible is that this guy turned out to be a big shot in the police department. Even the well-known director who was out of reach of Liu Xinxin ran all the way to Xiguan to beg for mercy in a humble manner.

who cares.

Although everyone hates people who hold power and are nepotistic, who doesn't want to have a friend like that?
A person like Jiang Hanwen who only considers the closeness of relationships when doing things may not necessarily become a good person in power, but he will definitely be a friend worthy of entrusting his wife and children to.

"Fuck you, your wife is so bad, she's like a bus, don't drag me down, I want to live a good life."

Jiang Hanwen slapped Zhang Maocai on the back of the head.

He now suspected that this guy was related to Fatty Wang. When the two of them smiled, their eyes disappeared and they had standard round faces, looking almost exactly the same.

Also, just as greasy.

"Director Jiang, that's settled then. Just wait for my good news."

The director breathed a sigh of relief. In fact, people around him did not approve of his coming here in person. After all, Jiang Hanwen was just a young newcomer, so how much power could he have?

But after meeting him, the director felt that he had come to the right place. This person was a hidden dragon in the abyss and had extraordinary karma.

After talking about business, several people also let go and drank. Jiang Hanwen certainly would not humiliate himself by competing with two old drunkards in drinking. He didn't know the director's alcohol tolerance, but he knew Lao Zhu's alcohol tolerance. Since Lao Zhu said he was inferior, Jiang Hanwen naturally knew what was going on.

He is a bit cowardly. Young people drink beer and old people drink white wine, but Jiang Hanwen remains calm. It would be really embarrassing if he got drunk from drinking white wine and lay on the ground swimming.

After three drum beats, wine bottles were scattered all over the floor.

"Old Zhu, don't leave in a hurry. Come with me to the Xiguan police station tomorrow. I'm afraid I still have something to ask you."

Jiang Hanwen suddenly remembered Zhu Zhisong's call. A real monk who had taken vows ran to the police station and asked for Jiang Hanwen by name.

He vaguely felt that this matter was not that simple.

Is it another old case? If it is a long-standing case, wouldn’t it be much easier to handle it with the presence of Lao Zhu, the real director of the case handling department?

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Old Zhu, an official from the capital, couldn't keep a low profile even if he wanted to. As soon as he appeared, all the leaders of the Xiguan police from top to bottom came and visited this and that in a noisy manner. All the people on duty in the police station went to watch the fun.

As for the new honorary deputy director of the Hong Kong Police Department? He came with them? The whole police department was full of expectations, as if they were watching a foreign spectacle.

As a result, they all scattered.

It turned out to be Consultant Jiang. Even though Consultant Jiang was promoted and everyone exclaimed “awesome”, there was really no sense of novelty at all because he was too familiar.

Jiang Hanwen had been to the palace many times before he became a consultant in the police station. From receiving police to interrogating people, everyone knew him.

Moreover, who is Consultant Jiang? He is a nationally famous figure who has solved countless cases and has a lot of achievements. He should have been promoted long ago. He is just a deputy director of the Security Department? Isn't that what he should be?
Director's Office.

Lao Ding took his people out to receive the guests, and this place belonged to Jiang Hanwen. No one paid any attention to him, and Jiang Hanwen was happy to have some peace and quiet. After all, this place was his own territory and there was nothing to be restrained about.

Look! Look at the display cabinet in the director's office. I don't know what's hidden.

Feitian Mao! Wuyi Mountain Dahongpao!

"Master, you have come a long way, thank you for your hard work."

Jiang Hanwen smiled as he made tea for the little monk in front of him.

Jiang Hanwen looked at the two boxes of tea for a long time, but still couldn't figure out what they were. How could he tell the good from the bad?
"Try it. Wuyi Mountain's Iron Arhat and Da Hong Pao! These are the treasures of the Xiguan City Police Department Director. They are very valuable. I will be in big trouble if I take them out."

Jiang Hanwen laughed and muttered to himself, "Old Ding is such a stingy guy, but he's really good at showing off."

"Thank you, donor."

The young monk bowed quickly.

This little monk has red lips and white teeth, his temperament is as gentle as jade, and his words are very pleasant to the ear. Just listening to him makes one feel relaxed and calm.

Jiang Hanwen secretly admired that at such a young age, he had already cultivated Buddhism to the point of internalizing it within himself, which showed that he was quite accomplished.

"Donor Jiang, you clearly took this tea from the cabinet, and the cabinet was locked. Taking it without permission is stealing, which is not a good habit. And this tea is obviously ordinary black tea. Why did you lie and say it was Iron Arhat or Da Hong Pao?"

"We usually use Iron Arhat for entertaining in our temple, but it doesn't taste like this."

The young monk held the teacup, sniffed it twice, and was puzzled.

"Ahem, I don't really understand this tea, but you see, you must have something important to talk to me about, so let's not talk about tea~~~"

Jiang Hanwen was completely speechless. This guy Lao Ding was really weird. If you are not afraid of being reported, just put some real expensive famous tea there. Otherwise, just put some ordinary tea.

Damn, a package of a famous tea with a sky-high price, filled with saliva tea, what is this? That Feitian Mao is probably fake too.

Jiang Hanwen took the notebook from the little monk, simply flipped through two pages, and put the notebook aside.

"Your master is a murderer who has killed several people on the run. He asked you to come to me? To provoke the police?"

Jiang Hanwen's tone suddenly changed and his voice became cold. He squinted his eyes at the little monk in front of him, and his whole body showed a ferocious look. An indescribable murderous aura emanated from his body and forced towards the little monk.

He really couldn't figure out what the murderer's purpose was. His case had been exposed long ago, and the police hadn't forgotten about it for 30 years. Now a monk came rashly, claiming to be his disciple, and said that the murderer was dead?

God knows whether you are dead or not. Even if you are dead, why are you looking for me, Jiang Hanwen? What do you mean? I am a police officer now. Do you expect me to overturn your verdict? I am just daydreaming!

Jiang Hanwen's heart was already full of emotions at this moment.

He now wanted to chase the little monk away to prevent him from getting into trouble.

Unexpected.

The monk sat upright with a smile on his face but his body remained motionless. Even in his eyes, Jiang Hanwen was now almost an unforgivable demon king of hell, the ultimate form of violence, cruelty, perversion and lawlessness.

"Little bald donkey, I'm not a good person. You've come to the wrong person for help."

Jiang Hanwen spoke in a bad tone, as if he was trying to keep people at a distance.

"Haha, the donor is really a wonderful person."

Unexpectedly, the little monk lowered his head and laughed. After laughing twice, he looked at Jiang Hanwen, who had a fierce look on his face, and then laughed again.

"Hey, hey, hey, little bald donkey, can you be more respectful? Look at me like this. You, a monk, can still laugh. Don't you want to find a way to convert the vicious and stubborn?" This kid is unreasonable. He laughed so hard when he saw me getting angry. This is the first time he has encountered this. Jiang Hanwen is speechless.

"Donor Jiang, haha, stop laughing."

The young monk took a few sips of tea, finally sat down, and clasped his hands together.

"I am the head monk of the Arhat Hall of the Southern Shaolin Zifu Temple, the martial monk Huiming, and I am honored to meet you, Donor Jiang."

After the little monk finished his introduction, Jiang Hanwen stood up, walked around him twice, and raised his eyebrows.

"You are no more than thirteen or fourteen years old? A warrior monk? And the leader of the monks?"

Jiang Hanwen suddenly shouted.

"You are a good monk. You are so young and yet you are telling lies. Be careful or Buddha will blame you."

"Donor Jiang, I am indeed the abbot. Firstly, I am good at boxing, and secondly, my master is the previous abbot."

The little monk laughed again.

"Oh, no wonder, humph, the world is really going downhill, tut tut tut, my first master~~~ that's no wonder, tut, what kind of pure land of Buddhism, your Shaolin Temple does not distinguish between north and south, now everyone is acting like a landlord, the northern ones are all listed to make money, even the Buddha is obsessed with money, the world is going downhill."

Jiang Hanwen sat carelessly in the director's chair, holding a bottle of Maotai with yellowed packaging and examining it carefully.

"You little bald donkey, go back and chant the Buddha's name."

"I am Huiming, not Bald Donkey."

"Your master is a wicked man who has committed many evil deeds. It is ridiculous for you to learn to be a monk from him."

Jiang Hanwen ignored him, stood up and rummaged through Lao Ding's glass cabinet. This old guy had hidden quite a lot of miscellaneous treasures.

"Donor Jiang is such a wonderful person. He is clearly a demon, but he has a heart of a bodhisattva. He has the means of a ghost king, but he always does good deeds and accumulates virtues."

"My master is right. You have to solve his obsession."

The little monk obviously had no intention of leaving, and he took out a palm-sized wooden box from the cloth bag he was carrying.

"Gifts? Little monk? It's not a good thing for someone to bribe you at such a young age."

Jiang Hanwen rolled his eyes and remained unmoved.

But as the little monk opened the box, Jiang Hanwen's nose moved.

"smell good."

The green wooden box in front of the little monk was open, and inside was a "thing" as big as an adult's fist.

This is a large piece of light white solid waxy substance, spherical in shape, with many holes on it. Jiang Hanwen didn't recognize what it was, but the fragrance of this thing was very peculiar, an extremely rich and strong amber sweet scent, with a hint of fragrant woody and fruity scent, like the scent of "a hundred flowers in full bloom", a blend of all the scents.

Even a passerby can see that this thing is not an ordinary item.

"I don't burn incense or worship Buddha, so you're sending this to the wrong person."

Jiang Hanwen shuddered. The smell of the stuff in the box was amazing. After just two sniffs, he felt as if his head had been opened and he became much more awake.

"Donor, this is just a small token of my respect."

The little monk bowed his head.

"This piece of top-quality white ambergris is a gift from a believer to my master. It is said to be worth more than ten times the weight of gold. Now that my master is gone, it is useless to keep these things. It is better to give them to the donor as a thank you gift."

"Ambergris? Top quality?"

Jiang Hanwen sighed and walked over to cover the wooden box.

"Master Huiming, it's not that I don't care about your case. It's really your master who did it. Heaven and man are resentful of him. Even if we talk about it to the fullest, he is still an unforgivable murderer. If he didn't die, he would definitely be shot."

The little monk's face finally showed some changes, and he stood up and asked.

"Could it be my master? But, he never said these things?"

Jiang Hanwen kept his eyes on Huiming.

After making sure that the other party really didn't know, I breathed a sigh of relief.

He was not sure what kind of person a murderous gangster's apprentice was, even if this person was a monk and a child at that.

"Have you read the contents of this notebook?"

"No, Master's last words are given to you. I think only you can read them."

The little monk returned very honestly.

"Then I will tell you the story in my notebook, and then you can judge whether your master is a bad person or a good person."

Jiang Hanwen lowered his voice and carefully brewed two cups of tea.

But before that, let me tell you my opinion. Just listen, right or wrong is just my one-sided opinion.

The little monk nodded.

"Yes, that's right, some people would say that."

"Thirty years ago, it was a bit xx."

"This is just a business problem. They settle disputes for others, pay IOUs to restaurants, and give xxxxxxx or xxxxxxxx. Moreover, these scums often do not come forward themselves, but ask their wives, brothers, nephews, sons, etc. to come forward. Therefore, the families of these scums often take advantage of the power of others. It is not an exaggeration to say that they are rampant in the village."

"These people were not killed in vain."

Jiang Hanwen suddenly stopped and pondered for a long time.

"Donor, do you really think so?"

Monk Huiming looked puzzled. He felt that he could not see through the person in front of him. He had seen many people worshiping Buddha in the temple. Some of them were black, some were white, and some were gray, but he had never seen such a complicated person.

Colorful, no black or white.

Jiang Hanwen stood up, took off the badge issued by the Xiguan Police Department on his chest, put on another face, and looked at the little monk.

"That was the attitude of Jiang Hanwen, a police officer."

"Now, I would like to express my opinion on behalf of ordinary people Jiang Hanwen."

(End of this chapter)