"Brother Dog——"

"Brother Dog~"

Jiang Yuan was awakened by the crowing of the rooster, and he was stunned for several seconds. Suddenly, he felt like he had traveled back in time to the foot of Mount Wu Longshan.

At that time, he was still an innocent teenager, thinking that by using his sophisticated LV4 crime scene investigation skills, he could find trace evidence when he went up the mountain. If he was lucky, he might even find some fingerprints and solve the case smoothly.

He had eaten about thirty or forty roosters, and there were already more than twenty murder cases listed in the case files.

Equivalent to wiping out two and a half hiking teams of donkey friends.

He even risked his life once!

To be honest, Jiang Yuan, who graduated from the forensic department of the medical school, was most afraid of the occupational death modes. The first was being infected by a corpse, the second was having his throat slit by the killer who returned to the crime scene, and the third was getting cancer from inhaling too much formaldehyde in the morgue.

Being shot was a mode that Jiang Yuan had never thought of.

It was all thanks to his teammates' support. It was thrilling and exciting, and he still felt a little scared when he thought about it.

His heart was trembling.

Jiang Yuan took out his phone and sent a WeChat message to Mu Zhiyang to greet him and thank him for his sacrifice and safety.

Then he got up and came out of the bedroom, just in time to see his father also walking out of the door with sleepy eyes.

"Dad." Jiang Yuan called out.

"Yes." Jiang Fu Town glanced at his son and then looked outside the window. He happened to hear the rooster crowing again.

Jiang Fu Town walked to the window, took another look, then looked at Jiang Yuan and asked, "Do you want to eat rooster?"

Jiang Yuan hesitated for a moment and said, "Breakfast? It's too late."

"Fried chicken leg is also delicious." Jiang Fu Town said as he took out his phone and made a call, "Lao Liu, is it your rooster that's crowing? I know it's for the ancestral worship, but you have too many of them. Kill a big one, I'll come over later to get two legs and fry them for breakfast."

After the person on the other end of the phone responded, Jiang Fu Town went into the bathroom and washed his face. He ordered Jiang Yuan, "You go heat up the pan, I'll go get the chicken."

"Oh." Jiang Yuan responded and turned into the kitchen. When he came out, he clearly heard a noticeable change in the rooster's crowing outside the window.

For breakfast, Jiang Yuan got green pepper stir-fried chicken leg meat, with steamed buns and red chili sauce.

With no women in the house, the two men each made a cup of tea and ate the food with relish.

The neighborhood was quiet, and not a single rooster crow was heard.

After 7 o'clock, teams started shouting to set off.

In terms of ancestral worship, the people in Jiang Village were professionals.

Especially in the past decade or so, with the progress of urbanization, there was actually nothing for each household to do. The importance of ancestral worship was constantly being elevated.

From once a year, to twice a year, to whenever there was an opportunity. The division of labor and cooperation in ancestral worship among the heads of each household was also constantly strengthening.

What each family should do and what they should do had been assigned and negotiated years in advance.

The only change this year was that Seventeenth Uncle and Seventeenth Aunt were gone, so there were some minor adjustments.

9 o'clock in the morning.

Old Jiang Village, Jiang Family Ancestral Hall.

The ancestral worship ceremony officially began.

First, the grandfathers and grandmothers in costumes danced with strange steps.

Then, several elders stood in the front row and offered sacrifices to the ancestors.

A big rooster, a sheep, and a fat pig.

Then, two teams of newlyweds, wearing bright red wedding clothes and covering their heads with red veils, came to the front of the ancestral hall.

These were young people who took the opportunity of ancestral worship to get married.

In most cases, they had already obtained their marriage certificates and even held wedding ceremonies. However, the auspiciousness of ancestral worship was good, and the villagers were happy to have someone celebrate with them.

After this set of rituals was completed, it was already 10 o'clock. Third Grandfather looked at the time and shouted, "The top scholar pays respects to the ancestors," and someone pushed Jiang Yuan up.

Also going up with him was the plaque of the second-class merit family.

Then, Third Grandfather asked Jiang Yuan to put on the second-class merit medal, burn three sticks of incense, and report the good news to the ancestors.

Jiang Yuan obediently followed the instructions.

Amidst the smoke, Jiang Yuan's emotions were unusually calm.

Suddenly, he really wanted to bow seriously.

This time going out, this second-class merit medal itself carried the aura of death. Just like those dead donkey friends, no one really wanted to seek death.

A simple and ordinary outing, but it turned into a journey to the end of life.

Death often came closer and more suddenly than everyone imagined.

The final ritual was for someone to hang the small plaque of the "Second-Class Merit" on the entrance hall of the ancestral hall.

Looking up, the ceiling of the entrance hall, which was about 30 square meters, was already filled with various plaques, and some of them even covered the previous generation's small plaques.And the most eye-catching plaque among them is undoubtedly the characters "successful candidate in the highest imperial civil service examination", which is 3.3 meters long, 2.2 meters wide, with a dark red background, and placed in the center of the main beam.

Grandpa San stamped his foot and said, "When our Jiang family produces more talents, we will expand this hall, put up more plaques, and give future generations an explanation."

The young people around him responded enthusiastically.

But everyone knows that when they return home, these people will still contribute to the country's consumption power the most.

...

Afternoon.

Jiang Yuan took the key to the fierce bird from the key cabinet, drove out from the underground garage downstairs, and went directly to the canteen in the community. He packed two boxes of cooked red eggs for the back bucket, took some leftover incense from the ancestral worship, and asked for a few packs of Zhonghua cigarettes before heading to the office.

He had a vacation, but it was noisy to stay at home, so he might as well come directly here.

He arrived at the parking lot familiarly. Because he came late, the parking space was a bit far away. Jiang Yuan called Wang Zhong and smiled, "Zhong Ge, I brought some eggs. Do you want to come and help me carry them?"

"Oh, Jiang Yuan, you're back. I just wanted to take a walk." Wang Zhong responded while the sound of pushing a chair came from his phone.

After a while, Wang Zhong came running down, looking very happy.

Jiang Yuan stood on the car bucket and waved, then took out another box of red eggs and said, "I've been away on a business trip for a long time, so I brought some red eggs for everyone to eat."

"The forensic made the red eggs, they're perfect." Wang Zhong laughed and looked at Jiang Yuan, saying, "Jiang Ge, just call me directly if you need anything in the future. You've solved more than 10 unsolved cases in the fingerprint battle in Shannan Province. Who would have thought? Huang Team must have been jealous."

"The fingerprints I made in the fingerprint battle, don't they count for our team?" Jiang Yuan raised an eyebrow.

"They do count, but not as full marks. We all have to share." Wang Zhong picked up a box of cooked red eggs and walked briskly.

Jiang Yuan also carried a box, brought the Zhonghua cigarettes, and followed Wang Zhong. When they arrived at the lobby, they put the boxes down and said to the police officer in charge of the service desk, "These are the red eggs I brought. Feel free to take some if you want."

"Okay, thank you." The police officer was a little stunned.

Wang Zhong carried the boxes and said, "This is our forensic Jiang Yuan from the bureau. He solved more than 10 unsolved cases in the fingerprint battle, as reported."

Jiang Yuan nodded and greeted with the Zhonghua cigarettes as he went upstairs.

In the office.

Wu Jun had reclined his chair to the maximum and was dozing off.

Jiang Yuan stopped Wang Zhong from waking him up and opened a box of Zhonghua cigarettes, lit one, and waved it in the air.

Wu Jun slowly opened his eyes.

"Was I dreaming?" Wu Jun saw Jiang Yuan holding a lit Zhonghua cigarette and felt doubly lucky and incredulous.

"Master, I'm back to work." Jiang Yuan handed the Zhonghua cigarette to Wu Jun.

Wu Jun took two puffs and became fully awake. He sat up suddenly and said, "Good boy, you're willing to come back."

"I was called by Liu Chu from the Provincial Department and got delayed." Jiang Yuan explained.

"Well, the Wu Longshan Wild Man case ended up being the Hunter series of murders for you. It's good that you came back so quickly. I saw the report. More than 20 people died, right?" Wu Jun always cared about Jiang Yuan's situation here.

Jiang Yuan nodded and said, "I haven't finished interrogating yet. I estimate there's more."

"Did you eat the red eggs?"

"I did. I brought a lot with me." Jiang Yuan couldn't help but smile.

"Eat a few more, I'll have one too." Wu Jun tapped the eggshell while asking, "Did you cross the fire pit?"

"Not yet."

"Well, cross it later. Do you want some yellow paper?"

Jiang Yuan was speechless. "You still have yellow paper?"

"I usually use yellow paper when there are more than two bodies. " Wu Jun said as he pulled out a stack of yellow paper from the bottom drawer and took out a Xuan De furnace from under the radiator. He locked the office door and lit it in the middle, saying, "Doing two things at once, it's a new era, let's be more efficient."

Jiang Yuan followed suit, but he had doubts about what Wu Jun said about the new era.

When the office door was opened again, the police officers who received the news from all over came over to see what was happening, of course, under the guise of greetings.

For a small place like Ningtai County, not to mention more than 10 unsolved cases, even one case was a big deal.

Jiang Yuan also visited several offices on the fourth floor and solemnly gave them red eggs.

As a member of the Criminal Investigation Brigade, Jiang Yuan was still very willing to maintain good relationships with his colleagues.

As he walked to the imaging office, Jiang Yuan saw an interesting scene.

Two police officers were doing their best to help a young lady who was presumably the victim search for footage on the road, hoping to find a clearer image of a person's face. However, it was quite difficult to find a higher resolution image from the surveillance videos in Ningtai County.This is actually a common phenomenon. Despite the increasing number of surveillance videos in the country, they were installed at different times. Moreover, the cost of high-definition cameras is several times that of ordinary ones, so they are usually installed in important areas and checkpoints.

Furthermore, cameras exposed outdoors are subject to various changes in light and environment, as well as the wear and tear of wind, sun, and rain. It's normal for the footage to be unclear.

Police officers who analyze images usually sift through a large amount of unclear footage, and often, finding a single clear image can crack a case.

For Jiang Yuan, who had just upgraded to LV5 image enhancement, wasn't this a stroke of luck?

"Brother Shen!"

"Hmm!"

As Shen Changqing walked down the street, he would greet or nod to acquaintances he encountered.

But no matter who it was.

There was no excess emotion on anyone's face, as if they were indifferent to everything.

To this.

Shen Changqing had become accustomed.

Because this was the Demon Suppression Bureau, an institution responsible for maintaining the stability of the Great Qin, whose main duty was to slay demons and monsters, though it also had some other side businesses.

It could be said.

Everyone in the Demon Suppression Bureau had their hands stained with a lot of blood.

When a person becomes accustomed to life and death, they become indifferent to many things.

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When Shen Changqing first arrived in this world, he was a bit uncomfortable, but he got used to it over time.

The Demon Suppression Bureau was vast.

Those who could stay in the Demon Suppression Bureau were either powerful experts or those with the potential to become experts.

Shen Changqing belonged to the latter.

The Demon Suppression Bureau was divided into two professions, one was the Guardian, and the other was the Demon Slayer.

Anyone who entered the Demon Suppression Bureau started as the lowest-level Demon Slayer,

Then they would gradually be promoted, with the hope of eventually becoming a Guardian.

Shen Changqing's predecessor was a low-level Demon Slayer in the Demon Suppression Bureau.

With the memories of his predecessor.

He was very familiar with the environment of the Demon Suppression Bureau.

It didn't take long for Shen Changqing to stop in front of a loft.

Unlike the other solemn and deadly places in the Demon Suppression Bureau, this loft stood out like a crane among chickens, presenting a different kind of tranquility in the bloody Demon Suppression Bureau.

The door of the loft was wide open, with people occasionally coming in and out.

Shen Changqing hesitated for a moment, then stepped in.

Upon entering the loft.

The environment changed abruptly.

A scent of ink mixed with a faint smell of blood hit him, causing his brows to instinctively furrow, but they quickly relaxed.

The bloody smell on everyone in the Demon Suppression Bureau was almost impossible to wash off.