"The task force did not leave!" Li Dachang's hand trembled, and the wine in the wine pot poured out. Suddenly he had a bad premonition. People like him were quite sensitive to danger.

When the woman saw Li Dachang's appearance, she suddenly became nervous: "Do you think you can..."

Li Dachang forcibly suppressed his uneasiness, "No, we handled it so cleanly, how could we be discovered?" After saying that, he picked up the wine glass absent-mindedly and drank it all in one gulp. Then, he poured another glass.

The next two people didn't say anything, just lowered their heads and ate. As they ate, Li Dachang put down his chopsticks, stood up and said, "No, I have to leave."

"Where are you going?" The woman burst into tears.

"I don't know!" Li Dachang quickly rummaged through the boxes and found clothes, and then stuffed them all into a small pocket. "After I leave, if a policeman comes to arrest me, you can tell them that I did the Qiao family's family extermination case. But it has nothing to do with you, you will only know about this the next day. Don't say anything else, just bite me to death and don't know."

The woman's tears flowed more and more: "What should I do if you leave this family? How can I and my children live?"

Li Dachang said, "Life as you should." After saying that, he hugged his woman, "I'm leaving. Unless I'm caught by the police, I will never be able to come back in my life. Take good care of the child and find a good person to marry."

The woman cried bitterly, raised her hand and patted Li Dachang: "Why am I obsessed with listening to your nonsense and doing such a careless thing?"

Li Dachang's eyes also turned red, "Okay, I'll leave. If there is really a next life, I'll go find you." After that, he pushed the woman open, carried her pocket and walked out. But as soon as he walked out of the door of the outer room, his whole body stiffened and motionless.

Liu Hai and Lao Han were standing in the yard, while the police from the township police station and the criminal police of the task force surrounded the front and back yards. Unless Li Dachang knew how to fly, it would be impossible to run away.

Old Han smiled and said, "Li Dachang, where are you going?"

Li Dachang also laughed, without saying anything or resisting. He threw his pocket away and raised his hand. Two detectives came over and handcuffed Li Dachang.

The night was very quiet, and no one knew about Li Dachang's arrest. It was not until the next day that the news spread throughout the village. Then, everyone looked surprised and couldn't believe it. Because in the past few days, Li Dachang, like them, was hiking in the crowd all day long, talking about the murderer and guessing who the murderer was.

After being stunned, I was afraid, and I was really scared from the bottom of my heart. This was a poisonous snake hiding beside them. Who knew that one day would bite them hard, just like the Qiao family in the oil mill, it would be destroyed.

Immediately afterwards, they felt that Li Dachang was the murderer, and they felt that he was expected. Because everyone knew that Li Dachang was a gambler and owed a lot of foreign debts. Especially during this period of the New Year, the debtors broke their family's threshold. Some even planned to sue him in court. How could he not be in a hurry?

Li Dachang was taken back to the county and was subjected to a sudden trial overnight. There was no stubborn resistance as imagined. Li Dachang cooperated very well, and it was so smooth that it was unimaginable.

Lao Han, who was in charge of the interrogation, looked at the time. It was already nine o'clock in the morning. He was a little hungry and tilted his head to look at his bangs: "Is there anything else to ask?"

Liu Hai shook her head, then nodded again, looking very contradictory: "I really want to know what you were thinking when committing the crime. Especially when raising the axe to a one-year-old child, isn't your heart hesitant at all? Have you ever thought about letting the child have a way out. He is still so young and doesn't know anything. His life has ended by you before it even began."

Li Dachang smiled: "If you do it, you do it. If you kill, you will kill it. How can you have so many ideas? As for the child, he can only blame him for being born in the wrong child, so he shouldn't have been born in the Qiao family."

Bang Hai's hands clenched his fists tightly, suppressing the urge to hit someone: "Take him away!"

Two criminal police officers took Li Dachang away from the interrogation room. Old Han patted his bang on the shoulder: "It's not worth getting angry with a dying person."

"Huh!" Liu Hai exhaled, "Let's go and have a meal."

Lao Han took the interrogation record and said, "Dr. Dong is still waiting, so let's go to his place first."

Bang Hai waved his hand: "Then you go, I won't go."

Old Han was stunned, Liu Hai smiled and said, "This case doesn't help me much."

Lao Han wanted to say something, Liu Hai waved his hand: "Don't say anything grateful, there is no need." After saying that, he stepped away.

Lao Han said, "No matter what, I remember your favor."

Yuan Zhenghai sat in the office. He sat there motionlessly since work in the morning, and his face looked even more ugly.

This case has had a great negative impact on him. To be honest, his performance in this case is very disappointing, and he lost a lot of points in the hearts of the bureau leaders. Therefore, he hated Liu Hai even more. If Liu Hai hadn't intervened, how could he have reached this point? It is estimated that it would be very difficult to be promoted in the future.

Today is the 28th day of the twelfth lunar month, and tomorrow is New Year's Eve, and the Provincial Channel's Spring Festival Gala will be aired at 8:00 tonight.

Shen Chuan was holding a brush and splashing ink. Liu Hai suddenly pushed the door and walked in. Shen Chuan said without even raising his head, "When will he come back?"

Liu Hai did not answer Shen Chuan, but looked down at the calligraphy written by Shen Chuan: "The long street is long, the fireworks are abundant, you look back with the lights, the short pavilion is short, the world is rolling, I sigh again." Then he looked up at Shen Chuan and asked in surprise, "Is this what you wrote?"

"Nonsense!" Shen Chuan put the brush in the pen holder, "I didn't write it."

"You...you can actually know how to calligraphy." Liu Hai couldn't believe his eyes. He couldn't calligraphy, but he knew how to appreciate it. Because his grandfather liked calligraphy, although he couldn't be called a great man, the old man's calligraphy was also quite powerful.

"I can do more." Shen Chuan rolled his eyes, picked up the rice paper, and shook it back and forth, wanting the ink to dry quickly.

Bangs were still a little stunned. Shen Chuan knew how to write, and he didn't know the font, so he definitely looked like the style of a great calligrapher.

"What kind of font are you?" After a while, Bang Hai finally accepted the reality.

"Shen Chuan's body!" Shen Chuan blurted out, without hesitation at all.

Liu Hai scolded, "Do you still want to have a good face?"

Shen Chuan put the rice paper on the table, "I created this font, why are you shameless?"

Bangs felt a toothache: "Did you create this font?"

"Yes!" Shen Chuan threw the dried rice paper aside, picked up another one and spread it on the table, "Don't be so fussy, I have a lot of things. If you see them all, you will get a heart attack like this."

Liu Hai accepted a fact with difficulty, "It just so happens that my old man is going to hold his birthday this year, and he is worried about what gift to buy. Just give me a birthday poem and I will give it to the old man as a birthday gift."

Chen Chuan looked up, looked at Liu Hai and asked, "Old man, how old is it."

Bang Hai said, "Eighty!"

Chen Chuan then asked, "What did you do before?"

Bang Hai scratched his head: "Soldier!"

Chen Chuan nodded and thought hard about the birthday poems. He knew a few poems, but they were not suitable. He knew a lot of couplets, because he often saw that thing, and it was difficult to remember it. Moreover, his mental power has increased greatly, and he remembered the memories that had been forgotten and disappeared in another world.

"Hey!" said Liu Hai, "Have you thought about it, it's been more than ten minutes."

Chen Chuan said angrily: "Is poetry so easy to write? Especially for the old man, you must not think about it carefully."

Liu Hai waved his hand: "Okay, okay, think about it, think about it." As he said that, he picked up the cigarette on the corner of the table and lit it, then sat on the kang, "Hurry up, I haven't eaten yet, I'm almost starving to death."

At this moment, Chen Chuan suddenly remembered a poem and felt it was quite suitable. He wrote it as soon as he thought of it, started writing quickly, and finished it in one go.

Although the divine turtle is alive, it still has a final moment.

The Tengsnake rides on the fog and eventually turns into ashes of soil.

An old horse is in the stable and has ambitions for thousands of miles.

The martyr was in his twilight years and had ambitions.

The period of growth and shrinkage is not only in the sky.

The blessing of nourishing happiness can bring eternal life.

This is a famous poem by Cao Cao's turtle, which has been passed down through the ages. There is also the last sentence, which is fortunate enough, to sing to express one's aspirations. This is to express the author's feelings and a formal ending of Yuefu poems. It is not appropriate to write it, so Chenchuan did not write it.

"alright!"

With his bangs open his mouth wide, Chen Chuan's posture of writing is really too chic, with free and easy expressions and elegant movements. If he wears an ancient costume, he will be like a god.

"Look!" Chen Chuan put the brush aside, and was very satisfied with this calligraphy.

Liu Hai smacked his lips, stood up and walked over, muttered, then looked up at Chen Chuan, and said with complicated eyes: "I can't understand you anymore."

Chen Chuan said: "If you can't understand, don't read it. With your IQ, if you understand it, how can I do it?"

"Fuck!" The complicated emotion in Liu Hai's heart disappeared immediately, "You are the idiot!"

Chen Chuan smiled and picked up the pen and put it in. The two words Erbao were vividly displayed on the paper, followed by the 1994 book.

"Ahem!!"

Liu Hai had just taken a puff of cigarette, and when he saw the word Erbao, he choked and coughed violently. It took him a while to breathe. When he spoke, his throat became hoarse.

"This... these two treasures are...what the hell!"

"What the hell?" Chen Chuan said proudly, "I thought about my stage name for several days before I came up with it. It's good."

Liu Hai looked at Chen Chuan's eyes as if he was looking at an idiot: "Your calligraphy and this poem are definitely worth a thousand gold, but if you add the names of your two treasures, it will be awkward no matter how you look at it."

Chen Chuan retorted: "What are your eyes?" Then he looked at the signature happily, "Look, look, the two words "Erbao" are written with a charm, just like golden flowers falling, exquisite everywhere, Jingyu shining, and Yao is as bright as a brilliant color."

"I..." Liu Hai didn't know what to say, but he admitted that Chen Chuan's calligraphy had become a great man. But such shameless boast still made him want to vomit. He even doubted whether his eyes were seriously ill and everything in front of him was illusory. Otherwise, there would be no such shameless calligraphy master in the world, and even a thick-skinned gun could not penetrate it.

After appreciating his calligraphy, Chen Chuan said with some unsatisfactory words: "Do you need a birthday couplet?"

Looking at Chen Chuan, Liu Hai reluctantly accepted a reality. This is not illusion. The words and poems are really written by Chen Chuan, a shameless thing.

"If you want to write, write it."

"What do I mean if I want to write?" Chen Chuan picked it up and put it on the kang, and the red paper had been cut. This is the task Lin Meifang gave him. He will write this year's couplet. Not only his own family, but also Zhou Ailing's family and Chen Sanjun's family.

People are long, the moon is full, and spring is long. Turn a page of the calendar and keep a century of foundation.

The country will prosper, the family will be harmonious, and the blessings will be forever drawn thousands of blueprints, and the prosperity of generations will be prosperous.

After Chen Chuan finished writing, he sighed, and said, "What are you sighing!"

Chen Chuan put down his brush, looked at the couplet, shook his head and said, "I'm not very satisfied with this couplet, but it's still okay."

Liu Hai really didn't want to see Chen Chuan's pretending look, so he couldn't stand it. "Let's go and have dinner, I'm almost starving to death." After that, he pulled Chen Chuan out.

After leaving the house, Chen Chuan shouted to the house: "I'm out, I won't have to wait for me to have lunch."

"Where are you going?" Chen Qirong and Lin Meifang went out, Zhou Ailing, Tang Huining, Zhou Aiguo, and Chen Sanjun were playing mahjong. Hearing Chen Chuan's shouts, he lifted the curtain of the outer room and poked his head out to ask.

Chen Chuan hugged his bangs and said, "It's the New Year, let's go find two girls to relax."

Zhou Ailing rolled her eyes: "Go, if two are not enough, find four. If the money is not enough, remember to call back and I'll send it to you."

Bangs gave a thumbs up: "Attractive!"
To be continued...