Morning.

After eating a portion of ribs, soup and rice, a small amount of pickled radish, a little chili sauce, a hand-grabbed pancake, and a 200ml glass of cola, Jiang Yuan went to work in good health.

Last night, Jiang Yuan roughly described his worries.

As a well-known wealthy resident of Jiangfu Town, Jiang Fu, although often treated in the village, still couldn't guarantee that some desperate person wouldn't come knocking on his door.

After seeing many cases, Jiang Yuan's understanding of unexpected situations has also changed to some extent.

Jiang Fu agreed with this and decisively decided to install a full-time warning intelligent defense system - get two dogs.

Jiang Yuan agreed with his father's plan and went to the criminal police team in his Alphard with peace of mind.

He had been busy with cases these past few days, and he couldn't even be bothered to drive.

When he arrived at the office, Jiang Yuan was lazy. He first watered the green plants in the office, then put on gloves and cleaned the ashtrays on the windowsill.

Although the ashtrays would accumulate quickly, they would still look good for a few days.

After watering the plants, Jiang Yuan swept the floor, mopped the floor, and wiped the table, like a well-behaved newcomer in the workplace.

He now understood why civil servants were so obsessed with keeping the office clean. To some extent, the cleanliness of the office was the only factor that a workplace person could control.

Anything beyond this gave people a feeling of offense.

"You came so early today?" Wu Jun entered the room with a serious expression.

"Master, good morning."

Jiang Yuan responded and curiously asked, "Are you in a bad mood today? Shall I make you a cup of tea?"

"Sure, make one." Wu Jun sighed.

"Then it'll be Longjing tea." Jiang Yuan made a cup of strong tea for Wu Jun, poured it into a transparent large cup, and placed it in front of Wu Jun.

"Thanks." Wu Jun took a sip and said, "You didn't check the almanac, did you?"

Who looks at the almanac all day long?

Jiang Yuan silently complained in his heart and asked, "What day is it today?"

"Not a good day for anything." Wu Jun exhaled heavily, his expression looking as unpleasant as a food blogger who had just eaten a shark and was discovered on the spot.

Jiang Yuan nodded solemnly and said, "I see."

This was probably Jiang Yuan's limit of understanding for "not a good day for anything". Even his father wasn't so superstitious. The almanac at home was used to wipe the table.

Helplessly shaking his head, Wu Jun said, "On the bright side, at least it didn't rain today."

"The weather is quite nice, and the sunshine is good too." Jiang Yuan cooperated with the conversation.

Wu Jun said, "But it shouldn't be too good. Under strong sunlight, the body decomposes quickly and smells bad."

"So that's what you mean." Jiang Yuan couldn't help but shake his head and said, "We can't have someone dying every time it's not a good day. There's only one or two homicides in Ningtai County in a year."

"But there are more than a dozen cases of unnatural deaths." Wu Jun said.

"You're right!"

However, having more than a dozen cases of unnatural deaths each year didn't mean that there would be a dozen autopsies.

Generally speaking, for most cases, a simple external examination of the body would be enough to determine the cause of death, and there would be no need for an autopsy.

For the few cases that required an autopsy, it didn't necessarily mean that they would turn into homicides.

Of course, if a homicide did occur, it would be a whole different story.

Knock, knock, knock.

The sound of knocking on the door rang out.

"Come in." Wu Jun called out.

"Wu forensic, Jiang forensic." The familiar Mu Zhiyang entered the room.

He had a plaster cast on his arm, indicating that he still hadn't fully recovered, but his spirit was quite good.

With a red face and white teeth, he looked energetic.

Mu Zhiyang couldn't help but grin when he stood in the cold forensic office.

Wu Jun suddenly realized, "So it's you?"

"Me?"

Mu Zhiyang didn't understand, pointing to his own nose.

Wu Jun shook his head and laughed, "It's rare for someone to still get shot these days. How do you feel?"

"It's alright, just a bit itchy." Mu Zhiyang laughed foolishly.

"That's luck. Some people never see a criminal firing a gun in their entire lives."

"I can brag about it now. I even received a third-class merit and earned some money." Mu Zhiyang looked very happy.

Wu Jun wanted to shake his head, but then thought that a third-class merit was indeed quite good.

Young people in the police system, if they don't rise up when they're young, it will only get harder in the future.

For Mu Zhiyang, being able to achieve a real merit at such a young age, even if he got shot, was quite rare and could provide him with a good opportunity.

"Thanks again for last time." Jiang Yuan handed a cigarette to Mu Zhiyang.

Mu Zhiyang casually said, "You've already thanked me, no need to mention it again. Besides, I didn't take a bullet for you, it was just bad luck that I got shot."

"No matter what, if it wasn't for you taking the bullet, the rest of us would have been shot." Jiang Yuan lit the cigarette for Mu Zhiyang and smiled, "You've been working hard recently."

"Paid leave is pretty good."

"Just coming back to work? Isn't it a bit early?""My mom keeps nagging me all day long, and she cries at the drop of a hat. It's really annoying." Mu Zhiyang seemed genuinely frustrated, and couldn't help but complain, "I finally made a contribution, and she wants me to quit. Isn't that ridiculous?"

Jiang Yuan and Wu Jun looked at each other, neither of them spoke.

If they were the ones who got shot, their families would definitely do more than just nag about quitting.

Fortunately, as forensic experts, they usually deal with the dead more than the living.

Being a police officer is indeed a job with little worldly prospects.

In terms of power, it's extremely difficult and strenuous for an ordinary police officer to become the head of a police station. In fact, most people can't achieve this.

In terms of income, the monthly salary of a police officer is basically transparent, and the places where they can make extra money are always dangerous, and much more dangerous than ordinary industries.

The only benefits might be the slight power that comes with the position of a police officer, and the social recognition. But the accompanying power constraints and negative evaluations may make those in this position feel even more emotional.

In short, as a police officer, it's quite normal to occasionally think about quitting.

At this moment, neither Jiang Yuan nor Wu Jun were in a position to persuade Mu Zhiyang.

A third-class merit was not enough to put him on the fast track to success, it just made things a bit smoother.

Mu Zhiyang knew this too. After venting a bit, he laughed and said, "I'll get my cast off in a few days, and then I'll officially start work. If you need anything, Jiang, remember to find me."

"Sure thing." Jiang Yuan agreed immediately. After all, Mu Zhiyang had taken a bullet for him.

Wu Jun clicked his tongue, thinking to himself, had Mu Zhiyang's luck turned around after getting shot?

Now everyone in the county bureau knew that Jiang Yuan was quick and efficient in handling cases, and they wanted to ask him for help... but there were no cases waiting.

Unexpectedly, as soon as Mu Zhiyang returned, he knew to get on this team. This kid was really broadening his horizons!

"Let's have dinner together later. I'll make something light, Cantonese style, something you can eat even after an injury." Jiang Yuan looked at Mu Zhiyang with his arm in a sling, and felt a pang of sympathy.

On the day when the fierce bandit charged at them, even though they were four people, Jiang Yuan didn't feel confident at all.

In fact, if it weren't for the decisive shot from the armed police sniper, hitting the vital spot, the four of them, who couldn't even form a proper formation, might have all been killed.

Mu Zhiyang cheerfully agreed, and only left after Jiang Yuan gave him two packs of Zhonghua cigarettes.

Jiang Yuan returned to his seat, suddenly feeling full of energy.

The same fear of danger actually had a positive effect.

The day passed without incident.

After slacking off for a few hours, the master and apprentice watched the sunset together, sharing a smile.

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It was time to get off work.

Wu Jun felt even more emotional, thinking that the day when nothing was suitable, meeting Mu Zhiyang was like two negatives making a positive.

Just as he was thinking, Wu Jun's phone rang.

"Uh... Captain Huang." Wu Jun answered the call with a difficult expression.

"Wanghe Building, a case of falling from a high altitude, from the east... you guys come in from this position in the parking lot." Huang Qiangming explained the situation in a few words.

Wu Jun immediately jumped up, "Understood. Wanghe Building."

After hanging up the phone, Wu Jun looked at Jiang Yuan, who was already preparing his equipment as a forensic expert.