Chapter 747 Stealing a Home
After all the autopsies were completed, Jiang Yuan returned home with a hint of exhaustion, excitement, and deep silence.
The legacy of the capital city is still very rich, almost all of which are good things that cannot be seen in Ningtai County, such as French and Kun Opera. In Ningtai County, even the top LV1 fans are not available. There may not be experts like LV3 in Kunqu Opera in Changyang City, and there is no need to think about top experts like LV4 in French.
Even LV4's spaghetti cooking skills may not be matched by domestic rivals.
In contrast, LV2's guitar skills are a survival skill that can survive in Ningtai County. It would be good to open a music shop or tutoring class in Ningtai, or use it to make a living. It should be possible to become a top player in Ningtai County in this field, and it is not known to dominate Qinghe City.
However, no matter how good a person is, he or she will eventually leave with the pride of his or her life, which makes people feel sad.
Even if they leave behind the most valuable knowledge, skills and experience in their lives, it is still difficult to let go.
"I'm going to bed first." Jiang Yuan returned to the house in the capital, said hello to his father, then went into the room to undress and sleep.
He had already taken a shower at the anatomy center and changed his clothes. He smelled the smell of roasted mites on the sun-dried quilt and fell asleep instantly.
It was really tiring to pull bodies from the reservoir.
Jiang Fuzhen was drinking tea in the living room, but now he was a little worried about his son.
In the past, when my son came home, he would always be in a relatively relaxed state, just like the technicians we often see in the county coming home from get off work. Today is different, I feel as tired as an old farmer after plowing the fields.
In Jiang Fuzhen's impression, Jiang Yuan, who was already a junior leader, obviously did not need to work so hard.
Thinking of this, Jiang Fuzhen silently took out his mobile phone and called Wu Jun. After describing the situation, he said: "I heard them say when I was drinking tea yesterday that the case was over, but it seemed that it was an evil cult. I heard that they went to air-raid shelters and other places and found a lot of corpses. I don’t know the specific situation, but I wonder if Jiang Yuan slept so deeply today..."
"Tell me carefully." Wu Jun on the other end of the phone was originally lazy, but when he heard the keyword, he immediately became alert.
Jiang Fuzhen also became serious, looked back at his son's closed bedroom door and thought, calmly said: "I don't know much, but I know that many people died, because their forensic doctors are very busy, Jiang Yuan is still I have an apprentice who is also a forensic doctor, how about I ask around?"
"That's not good. It's easy for people to misunderstand. Let me ask." Wu Jun is already a deputy department, and is theoretically qualified to know everything that happens in the Ningtai County Bureau.
"Okay, what should I do now?"
Wu Jun thought about it and said, "You are like this..."
The next day.
Jiang Yuan woke up with the strong smell of wine and incense.
When I opened the curtains, I saw that the sun was shining brightly outside.
After brushing my teeth and wiping my face haphazardly, I saw that the smoke in the living room was thicker than the kitchen where the steak was being grilled.
"Dad...ah, master...eh? Wang Zhong?"
Jiang Yuan walked into the living room, and his voice changed after just a short walk.
The living room has also changed a bit.
A seated image of a certain Bodhisattva is projected on one side of the TV wall with high definition, and incense is offered below.
Two rows of food were placed on the dining table and incense was offered.
There was an offering table at the door and incense was offered.
Wu Jun wore a Chinese tunic suit, looked very serious, and held incense in his hand.
There was also Wang Zhong. He wore a white T-shirt and held a bell in his hand. He walked three steps and shook it twice. The silver was clear and his expression was calm and composed.
Looking at his steps again, left and right, he was clearly stepping on Bagua.
"Drink a glass of water." Wu Jun turned around and took the water glass and handed it to Jiang Yuan.
Jiang Yuan hesitated for a moment and asked, "Xiangfu water?"
"Light salt water. What's the use of talisman water? The yellow paper is burned into ashes. The main ingredients are calcium carbonate and potassium salt. It's better to drink salt water directly." Wu Jun paused after finishing speaking, and said: "I heard that you were busy all day yesterday. I guess you have some electrolyte imbalance."
"Oh." Jiang Yuan was convinced and drank a glass of light salt water.
"You said you dragged six corpses to the reservoir in one go. You are stupid and bold." Wu Jun said again: "Why don't you let young people do it?"
"The reservoir environment is quite complex. If the first survey is not done well, the second survey will be even more difficult." Jiang Yuan said it very truthfully. He has done so many backlogged cases, and he knows the difference between one and two surveys. If he was lazy this time, he would have to pay back all his laziness this time when he went back to do a second survey or even a third survey.
"Then you don't have to drag the body yourself." Wu Jun shook his head and said: "Look at Wang Zhong, he can move dozens of kilograms of incense and candles at one go without any problem. These young forensic doctors have no chance if you don't use them. Grow up.”
"That's what you said." Jiang Yuan stopped participating in the debate.
Wu Jun smiled again and said, "Sit down for a while and we'll finish the rest."
With that said, Wu Jun got busy again, and Wang Zhong also grinned at Jiang Yuan and continued to spin the bell.
"Are you hungry? It may take a while." Jiang Fuzhen stepped forward and asked.
Jiang Yuan's heart moved: "I'll cook. Let's buy some pasta."
Jiang Fuzhen didn't know what he wanted to do, so he followed Jiang Yuan to the kitchen to ask.
The chef said: "There is some spaghetti left. It was prepared before. It is relatively average. If you want to eat noodles, I will ask the master to make handmade vertical noodles..."
"I'll cook the pasta myself. You guys can make some toppings for me," Jiang Yuandao said.
"It's pasta sauce, right? What flavor do you want?" The chef was not optimistic about Jiang Yuan's cooking skills. Cooking pasta is not like cooking noodles, it is a little bit difficult. If they are professional chefs like them, they have to cook it just right, and Jiang Yuan is still talking about "toppings"...
Of course, the Jiang family's father and son's family background will not cover up their generosity in the slightest. The chef liked them too, so he just smiled and cooperated.
As a chef, even though he is a local chef from Shannan, after getting used to being a private chef, simple Chinese-style Western food is still no problem.
Jiang Yuan took the pasta, sorted it a little, sprinkled some salt into the water, and started cooking it.
After a while, the red pasta sauce was also made.
Jiang Yuan plated the pasta and put it on the plate.
The ringing of the bell stopped.
Jiang Yuan took the opportunity to invite a few people to come and have dinner together.
Wu Jun was allowed to take the seat by Jiang Fuzhen, and everyone sat in a circle. They each poured their favorite sauce on the noodles and ate with chopsticks.
Even in the Jiang family, they would occasionally have a simple meal.
But it’s surprisingly delicious!
Jiang Fuzhen had seen it before. He murmured, stared at Jiang Yuan several times, and asked, "Why can you cook pasta so well?"
"I did some research when I had free time." Jiang Yuan explained casually, and added: "I saw the body in the reservoir yesterday and I thought of spaghetti."
The chef, who had just eaten the noodles and wanted to praise it, put down his fork.
The Jiang family father and son are not so lovable sometimes!
"There are new crabs that have arrived today, let me cook them for you." The chef stood up and smiled and said, "The new blue crabs have just been frozen in the refrigerator downstairs."
Eighteen Chops is a type of crab choking. The name refers to the crab being chopped into 18 pieces and each piece is filled with paste. It is a food that can only be made after the chef's anatomy of crabs reaches a certain level.
But unlike ordinary raw pickling, the crabs must be frozen to make Shibazhan, so that there will be a layer of ice crystals on the crab pieces.
The benefits are obvious. On the one hand, the requirements for the freshness of the crabs are reduced. Most restaurants can make this dish. A two- or three-day error tolerance will greatly reduce the waste of materials. On the other hand, freezing the crabs first is more in line with the requirements of some people and countries, making it easier to promote the dish.
The chef learned this dish specifically to make it easier for the Jiang family and his son. Otherwise, they would be the only ones eating, and they wouldn't be able to buy crabs every day.
However, today's blue crabs are new, freshly frozen, and I think they are more plump.
The chef said that he sent someone to get the crabs and started preparing them on the spot.
After a while, the little chef sent to fetch the crabs ran up and reported: "Master, the crabs are lost!"
"What?" The chef frowned.
"The new blue crabs that arrived today, as well as the sea cucumbers, squid, and bird's nests that were soaked two days ago, as well as the red mushrooms in the cabinet, Jinhua ham, Xuanwei ham, etc., and, and that A jar of dried abalone, all lost!" the little chef said loudly, emotionally.
I have to be excited. Not to mention hams and other items worth thousands of dollars, that jar of dried abalone and sea cucumber are six-figure assets - no one would eat a jar of dried abalone in one sitting, and it is That's where the money is!
The chef was also angry and anxious, and the hand holding the knife started to shake: "This is still the capital, this... is not as good as Ningtai County, that one, call 110..."
"I'll make the call." As he spoke, Jiang Yuan stood up silently, took out his cell phone, and dialed Tao Lu.
Under the eyes of everyone with different expressions, the call was connected.
Tao Lu's nervous voice was very penetrating: "Jiang Yuan, what happened?"
Jiang Yuan was silent for three seconds and said slowly: "It's a small thing to say...my house was stolen."