Yu Zui was awakened by a rapid siren. When he opened his eyes, it was already broad daylight. He slept so deeply that when he opened his eyes, he still felt confused and thought he was sleeping in a police car. Yes, yes, the ringtone rang. I got up and realized that I was in bed. I didn't wake up for a while. Why was I alone without my wife? In the living room, he ran out of the bedroom naked and picked up the call. When he saw it was Xiong Jianfei, he shouted, "What are you doing so early in the morning?" What are you doing? Xiong Jianfei was very anxious and gave Yu Zui a shocking news: Bian Shuanglin was missing. "Ah? This is a paroled prisoner obtained through the city bureau. If he escapes, you will be waiting to take off your police uniform." Yu Zui suddenly became angry. "We'll talk about it later. Come quickly, how can this be fixed?" Xiong Jianfei begged, saying that he was incurable, and quickly organized people to look for him. Putting it down, Yu Zui hurriedly wanted to go out, but as soon as he installed the mobile phone, he dropped it to the ground. Oh, he was so angry. He was still naked, so he almost ran out. He picked up the mobile phone, but luckily, he knocked it down. , the screen was not broken, and I hurried back to the bedroom. Huh? I'm angry again. Where did I take off my clothes and pants last night? He rummaged through the bed anxiously and dug a pile. When he couldn't scold, he found a note on the pillow. It was his wife's handwriting: "The clothes are hanging on the hangers, breakfast is by the stove, I'm going back to my parents' house, and I'm celebrating the holidays by myself." Yeah. Huh? What's going on? Yu Zui was stunned for a moment, ran out, took off his clothes and put them on, washed up while putting them on, and ran out to the kitchen. There was breakfast simmering in the pot, delicious eight-treasure porridge, and steamed buns and pickles next to it. This suddenly made Yu Zui feel a little upset, and he remembered that when he came back last night, his wife was dressed in fancy clothes and asked him if he looked good, and thenthen went to see Duke Zhou without paying the official food. If something is abnormal, it must be a monster? What's going on? Yu Zui looked at the food and had no appetite. Apart from bickering, the two of them rarely looked good. Moreover, they were used to eating in the canteen of the work unit, so they really didn't do much. Cooking, Yu Zui was a little uncomfortable with being so kind to him all of a sudden. Countless possibilities flashed through his criminal mind? Oh no! He quickly figured it out. Yesterday was their wedding anniversary. No wonder his wife was dressed up like that. Beautiful, oh, this made her heart hurt, and she ran back to her parents' house. He thought for a moment, took the food out to dry, then went into the bathroom and took a shower, shaved, came out refreshed, and ate breakfast slowly. It was rare for his wife to do it herself, it was such a big deal. It cannot stop us from enjoying happiness. Although the porridge is not very tasty. ?????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????? out????????? "Everyone has run away, why are you not in a hurry?" Xiong Jianfei asked with a grimace. "It's over. I'm going to be killed by you. I'm going to be held accountable for this. I, the instructor, can't stand it." Mouse felt a little guilty. Seeing Yu Zui come out neatly, he didn't forget to say: "Hey "You are in such good spirits. You performed well last night and were praised by your wife?" "It's useless to talk nonsense," Xiong Jianfei scolded. However, Yu Zui smiled and sat on the back seat as if he was secretly having fun. He held his hand and said, "Drive, tell me what's going on?" He told the two accompanying detectives to be polite to him and not treat him like a prisoner. They also accompanied him back to the countryside of Jinnan County to visit his hometown. Xiong Jianfei asked him last night, and the two detectives said he was very nice. It was normal, but who knew that something would happen if it was normal? Because being normal for several days in a row made the detectives relax their vigilance. When they were having breakfast this morning, they found that the person was missing, which made Xiong Jianfei panic. "It's impossible for him to run away. After ten years in prison, he only has ten months left in his sentence If it were you, would you run away? If he were to be caught, wouldn't the sentence be increased?" Yu Zui said suspiciously, wondering why. Nothing to run about. "But if we really run away, will the consequences be serious?" Xiong Jianfei asked guiltily. "The parole time we are seeking is two weeks. Theoretically, he is free during this time. The prison authorities only agreed after considering that he will not cause any harm to society However, if he cannot return to Jinzhong Prison within two weeks, Then we must have responsibilities, so time is not urgent, don¡¯t rush, you will not solve the problem if you rush." ??Yu Zui comforted. I learned about the situation. When the car drove to the Gulou Branch, Xiao Mengqi, Wang Shenxiu, and Luo Jialong were already waiting at the door of the branch. This incident happened suddenly and there was no discussion. Yu Zui directly arranged several search directions: First, send the joint investigation to the public security patrols and various police stations; secondly, the special police team was notified of the teams on duty on the streets during holidays, and Xiong Jianfei and Mouse were arranged to run around several jurisdictions to expand the search scope 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 Wuyuan for reference. After discussing the matter, they all hurriedly dispersed. Only when Yu Zui got in the car did he remember that he had not said hello to the leader yet. Through the car window, he waved to Xiao Mengqi with a smile. The commanding look made Xiao Mengqi have a feeling in her heart. Words: So handsome! She also smiled and waved, saying don't worry, I'll contact Jinzhong Prison and notify each other of any news. The car left and when Yu Zui turned around, Wang Shenxiu looked at him from the car seat and said solemnly: "Yu'er, have you noticed that you are becoming more and more like a leader." "Really?" Yu Zui was surprised. "Just now, look at your command, you have the temperament to remain calm despite the collapse of Mount Tai. You were smiling the whole time. Oh, did you see, Director Xiao is impressed by you." Wang Shenxiu said, this is also true of Luo Jialong I also admit that this matter has made everyone so anxious, but it's better that I don't take it seriously at all. "Bullshit, what kind of temperament, I'm thinking about my wife My wife personally cooked me a breakfast today, oh, it makes me so happy, tsk tsk." Yu Zui said sternly, and came up with the correct answer that made the two of them stunned. Then both of them were speechless. Look at how pitiful this kid is. He is often beaten by his wife. He is so moved after making a meal. Yu Zui retorted, so what? According to scientific surveys, 50% of men in the country are often beaten by their wives. Not to mention you are the other 50%, the rest are all unmarried. Amidst the banter and arguments, the journey of searching for people began, but it was not optimistic. In a big city with a population of millions, one or two people ran out, and they were old antiques who had been locked up for ten years. This number had no mobile phone, no credit card, or even A person who didn't even have an ID card basically snuffed out all the clues the police had to find him It was a sunny day, and more people were traveling, making the market less lively. A large green space to the west from Gulou Street is the boundary of Fenyang Park. More and more families came to play during the holidays, and the park seemed a lot noisier. I didn¡¯t notice a middle-aged man with gray hair and a slender appearance walking around. Walking 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 his sight was blocked by high-rise buildings. The building blocks it. He was asking about the location of the antique market. There used to be ghost markets along both sides of Fenhe River in the early morning. He was familiar with that place. After asking a few elderly people, Youcai pointed him to a place in the northwest corner of Fenhe Park. He went there, walked through the corridors, and walked out of the shade of the trees. The sunlight was projected on the blue artificial lake. Occasionally, the ripples would reflect on him, making him subconsciously squint his eyes. In the fleeting light of his vision, he It seems that I can still see myself more than ten years ago, driving leisurely, picking up things in this market, and accepting the nodding and bowing compliments of those antique dealers. Times have changed, so many years have passed, so much has changed. This market seems bigger than expected. There are all kinds of transactions both inside and outside the fence. Stamps, coins, porcelain, lacquerware, and bronze are all displayed on the street stalls. The only thing that remains unchanged is the hawkers, who look at them with a sneaky eye. The passing guests were choosing the fat sheep to be slaughtered. He smiled inexplicably. Ten years ago, I could occasionally see a few genuine items, but now they are basically all fakes. The coins are newly minted and show the craftsmanship of the workshop; the lacquerware is old, not to mention the porcelain. Having said that, it is outrageously fake. It even has a pattern of welcoming pine trees. It is obviously a product after the founding of the People's Republic of China. Fake, all fake, even the fake hawker has lost his energy. Occasionally he will offer five hundred, and the customer will bargain for fifty, and he can¡¯t wait to shout: Take it away! He laughed again, and walked around looking for it while laughing. He has a goal, his money is tight, and prison life doesn't matter, but he can't move in the city. He needs to find some small money here to do what he wants to do. The target a stall of ancient coins, piled with hundreds of coins, two incense burners, and a statue of Guanyin. He crouched down, randomly picking up and looking at them, occasionally flicking and rubbing them with his fingers. "Ten yuan each." The boss said weakly. ¡°It¡¯s not worth it,¡± Bian Shuanglin said. "You want them all, five yuan each." The boss just gave in half. This is telling you the bottom line, and the bargaining price cannot be lower than the wholesale price. Ding dong, Bian Shuanglin threw the coins back into the money pile and looked at the boss. He was a fat, ugly man with a mustache, a bulbous nose, and yellow teeth. He was waving his hands and saying: "There is no shop like this in this village. The one in Wuyuan is There are not many coin stalls, but this one is the best." "Is it made by my own craftsmanship?" Bian Shuanglin asked with a smile. The boss curled his lips and waved his hand: "Go, let's cool down or rest." There are rules in this business, tell lies about business, tell lies about people."False is a taboo. There is no truth in the entire market. How can you say it is false? "Are you interested in doing a business?" Bian Shuanglin asked directly. He knows how to deal with such people, he must be direct and talk about money, otherwise No discussion. The boss opened his eyes and said excitedly: "How much do you want? The minimum wholesale price is one thousand and twenty cents per piece." I misunderstood. The boss thought he wanted fake goods. Bian Shuanglin smiled and said: "I don't want goods, I will teach you." How's the sale going?" "I've been selling for so many years, and I still need you to teach me?" The boss said with disdain. "But can you sell one for a hundred or even hundreds?" Bian Shuanglin bowed his waist and said seriously and confidently. Of course the boss didn't believe it, and looked at him with white eyes and black eyes. Bian Shuanglin told him sincerely: "I can guarantee that you can sell a lot today at a minimum of fifty yuan. Are you interested?" "Yes, this market can't sell ten or eight dollars a day. How can you sell it?" A few hundred? Not to mention a few hundred if you sell a bunch of me, I will kowtow and recognize you as the boss." The boss curled his lips and didn't believe it at all. "That's not necessary. I'll teach you a way. You just need to share 20% of the profit with me If it doesn't work, I'll take care of all of you." Bian Shuanglin said, with a very friendly face and matching Dressed in work clothes that have turned white after washing, he really looks like an old bird immersed in antiques. The boss believed it and asked him to sit down. The two of them bit their ears. The boss sometimes frowned, sometimes became suspicious, and sometimes asked a few questions in a low voice. However, he seemed to have a low IQ and was not sure whether this method would work. Moreover, he asked: "This one person can't do it. I have to find a helper." Bian Shuanglin took a look at the vendors in the market. There were piles of crooked melons and cracked dates. He smiled and asked, "Don't tell me you are working alone. It¡¯s enough for the nests to cover each other, you need me to teach you this?¡± It seems that Zhen Nima is an expert and even knows the unspoken rules of this deception. The boss believed it without saying a word. He contacted someone with a broken cell phone covered with tape, and then walked past the stalls one by one, whispering a few words to many stall owners. As expected, they all nodded quietly. When Bian Shuanglin saw this, he stood up slowly, stood far away, leaned against the fence, and waited patiently. What are you waiting for? Soon, a jeep that looked a bit shabby parked outside the fence, with a sticker saying "Cultural Relics Market Rectification" on it. Two men in uniforms got out, holding a stack of flyers and handing them out. I keep it, and occasionally put one on it. It is a propaganda to protect cultural relics, with the words to combat the trafficking of cultural relics. No one takes the red, green and yellow leaflets that are on the street seriously. I don¡¯t know where these two people came from, but just when Bian Shuanglin felt that this actor was really bad, his wonderful performance came. The tall man in uniform used the microphone and shouted: "Dear Tibetans, please pay attention, we are from the Cultural Relics Protection Bureau. Yesterday we received a notice that there were many cases of tomb robbery in Datong and Xiuwen, and a large number of unearthed cultural relics have been sent to us. Market, mainly all kinds of ancient coins Please pay attention to all collectors. If you find illegal sales, report them actively" After shouting three times, someone suddenly shouted: "Huzi Huzi, didn't you collect a batch of coins? "No, absolutely not." The owner of the stall closed the stall eagerly. "Wait, don't move." Another person from the Cultural Relics Bureau came up, knelt down to take a look, and then said in shock: " Ah? Mr. Hu, when did you collect this?" "No, no, no that" The boss was dumbfounded and couldn't explain clearly. He looks very nervous and scared. "This is a cultural relic. Can it be sold as an antique? Come with us." Another person yelled, with that arrogant tone, one could tell he was from a state agency. Shouting, scolding, and explaining, the unearthed cultural relics flowed to Wuyuan and were caught by the Cultural Relics Administration Bureau. A group of people quickly gathered around, watching the excitement. Perhaps more collectors were secretly Sighing that my eyesight is stupid, oh, it would be great to have discovered it earlier and bought a few. The two of them brought people and a piece of rag to put away his stall. Unexpectedly, at the critical moment, Mr. Hu started to pick his hair. Hu La threw the stall and got into the crowd. The two men chased and pushed him. They were pushing and cursing, and after a while they came out of the crowd. Hu Laojie had already slipped away, and the two of them drove away in a hurry, shouting to report to the management office and then to the police. The calm market was broken by this. There were dozens of coins in the pack. Some collectors snatched them away, and some stall owners picked them up. They all knew that they were about to be confiscated, and the price quickly soared. "Fifty, give me one of your two." "I want a few of the ones you picked up, eighty each." "I won't sell it, Hu Laojie is an idiot, he doesn't know the goods at all, if this thing gets into the hands of someone who knows the goods, At least five hundred." "Look, it's from the Ming Dynasty." "Two hundred, two hundred and one."Give me" "I wantI'll pay three hundred" No one paid attention to anything else. They were all chasing the people who grabbed the coins and driving up the price. After a few transactions were completed for three hundred, the price immediately rose. When it reaches 500, I usually wish I could give it away, but today I wish I could give it all to someone else to buy it back. The market is full of disagreements, and there are even more fierce deals. , holding a thick stack of money and shouting: "Whoever has it, I want all the six hundred and one!" No one has sold it to him yet, and those who bought it put it in their pockets and ran away happily. This place We couldn¡¯t stay any longer, and the stall owners also said: Leave quickly. Wind and solar energy are owned by the state, and it cannot be an individual¡¯s responsibility to dig things out. When the police came and confiscated my money, it made sense. , the buyer ran away with his money in his pocket, noisy for more than an hour, something is wrong, there is something wrong with this evil wind, why are there always people selling coins, and why are there always goods on the waistband of trousers and the soles of shoes? You can find one by touching it, and it can be sold for hundreds. The popularity was blown, and Bian Shuanglin smiled and slowly walked away. The scam will be exposed soon, but most of those who were deceived will not come back to pay for it. , they had a choice between losing some money or admitting in public that they were clumsy and had low IQ. Most of them would definitely choose the former. That was no longer his concern. He walked out of the park with his hands behind his back and walked two kilometers to the roadside. Seeing the car with the words "Cultural Relics Market Rectification" torn off, I 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, sell it." A lot of them, right?" Bian Shuanglin asked with a smile. "Oh, that's awesome, a god. " Mr. Hu gave a thumbs up and smiled quietly. "Haha, it's tight, tight, tight, the tighter it is, the prettier it is. Is it a simple truth?" Bian Shuanglin smiled and reminded: "It's time to fulfill your promise. " "Okay this one, this one" Lao Hu took a bunch of money, stuffed it into Bian Shuanglin's hand and said, "Two thousand, don't be too little. I don't know how much those guys in the market sold." " "That'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 up. When Hu Laozhao saw that the person was about to leave, he became anxious and stopped him quickly: "Wait a minute, God ours ¡You see it¡¯s almost noon, why don¡¯t we have a meal together and I haven¡¯t even asked you for your first and last name?¡± ¡°Haha, do you want to know some shortcuts to getting rich?¡± Bian Shuanglin asked with a smile. Boss Hu smiled calmly, It must be true. Those who can make money these days are the ones who are really good at it. For example, the person in front of me has a bad trick that works quite well. "Then I'll teach you another trick. Take a pile of copper coins, mix them with iron powder, magnesium chloride, and bury them in the ground. Seven feet, three years of hiding When it is unearthed, a layer of patina will basically make it look real. Deceiving people also takes time and accumulation. Your offer is only fifty, and no one will take it seriously See you later. "Bian Shuanglin taught a method, patted Boss Hu on the shoulder, put his hands behind his back, and walked away leisurely. The two accomplices quickly remembered this method, but Boss Hu looked at Bian Shuanglin's figure with admiration. He had such a strong aura. , so much so that he even forgot to invite him. ¡°Lao Hu, where did this guy come from?¡± his friend asked, seemingly surprised that such a bad move had such a miraculous effect. ¡°Master. This guy is a master, he will let us eat for three months with just one sentence. "Boss Hu said with fascination. He knew that he might not be able to keep such a master and invite him! No one noticed that this was a down-and-out master, but his image soon changed. The shopping mall After he came out of the salon, he put on a suit that fit him perfectly, and he looked several years younger. After he came out of the beauty salon, he had black hair again, and suddenly he looked several years younger again. Occasionally he would stop on the street, and he would look solemn. His expression, his slender face, and his melancholy eyes resembled a small civil servant who was busy with paperwork, or a busy white-collar worker. Maybe he looked like everyone, and no one would think that he was a prisoner who had not yet completed his sentence. At this time, eleven patrol teams in three districts received news of the investigation, and there was even a police officer who had passed by Bian Shuanglin. Unfortunately, he just passed by ( To be continued)