When Hu Biyuan drove Hu Pingtao back to Eryuan Road Police Station, it was already past eleven o'clock in the evening.

She is a person who attaches great importance to family and family ties. Regardless of her parents, younger brother, husband or son, she treats them all equally.

Hu Pingtao got out of the car and watched his sister turn around at the door of the police station. He looked at her from a distance and gave him an encouraging look.

The cool night breeze brought her a loud warning: "Do it well, I believe in you!"

…

When I walked into the police station, three people walked towards me.

Dou Zhiwei, Wang Gui, Zhang Chunliang.

Zhang Chunliang is a good old man. He took the initiative to say hello with a smile: "Xiaohu, you're back!"

Hu Pingtao responded with a smile: "Hello, Brother Zhang, are you still going out so late?"

Wang Gui explained with a smile beside him: "We just changed our shift, and we made an appointment to have something to eat nearby. Xiaohu, you can come too!"

Hu Pingtao declined: "Thank you, Brother Wang, I have something else to do, you can eat."

With that said, he walked sideways towards the dormitory.

He did not say hello to Dou Zhiwei, as if there was only a mass of transparent air there.

Zhang Chunliang and Wang Gui subconsciously glanced at Dou Zhiwei, whose face was ashen. After thinking about it carefully, they felt that it was normal. The matter was very big last time, and everyone in the office knew about it. No matter who it was, they could not let go of the feeling in their hearts.

The fire subsides.

Zhang Chunliang wanted to calm down the matter, so he tugged Dou Zhiwei's arm and persuaded him: "Let's go, let's come back early after having a midnight snack."

Dou Zhiwei gritted his teeth tightly, his face shrouded in fury showing a bit of ferocity.

When the three of them came to the empty road outside, Dou Zhiwei took a long breath and sneered: "You and Hu Pingtao have a good relationship, are you just joking and pretending that I don't exist?"

"What are you talking about?" Zhang Chunliang was a little unhappy: "We are all colleagues. If you have a conflict with him, it does not mean that I am the same as you!"

"Okay, I won't talk to you about this." Dou Zhiwei couldn't talk to Zhang Chunliang, so he immediately changed the subject: "Old Zhang, have you seen the bag that Hu Pingtao is carrying?"

Zhang Chunliang didn't understand and nodded hesitantly.

Dou Zhiwei turned to Wang Gui, who was standing on the right: "Did you see it?"

Wang Gui was not happy with his mysterious appearance. He frowned and asked, "What on earth do you want to say?"

"That's a Nike backpack." Dou Zhiwei tilted his mouth and mocked: "It's very expensive, costing at least several thousand yuan. Hu Pingtao is a poor guy, how can he afford such high-end goods?"

Zhang Chunliang and Wang Gui finally understood.

The former smacked his lips: "Xiao Dou, this is someone else's business, why do you care so much?"

The latter also echoed: "Maybe Xiaohu's family is in good condition, so that's not surprising."

"Hmph!" Dou Zhiwei's face was gloomy, mixed with arrogance: "You don't know, when I was in the duty room this afternoon, I saw someone introducing a partner to Hu Pingtao."

"Oh, is there such a thing?" Zhang Chunliang suddenly became interested.

Wang Gui also found it interesting: "Who introduced him? Is that girl pretty?"

Dou Zhiwei was not talking nonsense. He was indeed in the duty room at that time, separated from the road outside by a window. Although there was a distance, he could roughly see what was going on and could vaguely hear the conversation between the two parties.

"The introducer was the old woman who danced in the flour mill. She was pretty, but she just didn't like Hu Pingtao." Dou Zhiwei let out an arrogant and disdainful laugh: "Being handsome is useless. Without money,

The devil will follow you."

After listening to him tell what happened, Zhang Chunliang scratched his head and said, "Xiao Dou, just know this and don't make it public."

"That's right, we are all colleagues. When you talk about Hu Pingtao, doesn't it mean you are talking about ourselves?" Wang Gui also had the same idea.

Dou Zhiwei did not expect that the two people had the same attitude, and he felt angry and jealous for a moment.

"You go ahead, I'm going back."

He suddenly lost his appetite.

…

Hu Pingtao was drowsily sleeping in the dormitory when he was suddenly awakened by the ringing of his cell phone. He quickly grabbed it and saw that it was the number of the instructor Chen Xinhong.

His tone was urgent: "Xiaohu, are you at the unit?"

Hu Pingtao said quickly: "Instructor, I'm in the dormitory."

"Get dressed and come down right away and come out with me."

…

Guangyuan Community is a newly built residential area renovated on the basis of the old dormitories of the refrigeration plant. It was developed and constructed in the last century. It is an old-fashioned residential building and has no underground parking lot.

According to the information provided by the 110 command center, Chen Xinhong took Hu Pingtao and the electric vehicle to drive at high speed on the empty road and soon arrived at the designated location.

Residents on the sixth and seventh floors of the fourth building had a quarrel, so the police were called.

The cause was simple: at three o'clock in the morning, the resident on the sixth floor was awakened by the noise from upstairs. He was very angry, rushed up and smashed open the door of the family upstairs with his fist.

"You bastard, what are you doing in the middle of the night to prevent people from sleeping?" The resident on the sixth floor was sleepy and angry, and he opened his mouth to curse.

"What does it have to do with you that I'm doing things in my own home? You're a dog, and you bite people when you catch them?" The residents on the seventh floor became furious when they heard this, and they scolded each other. No one is afraid of whom!

The two people faced each other and scolded each other for more than ten minutes, causing family members of both parties to join in. The sound was so loud that other residents upstairs and downstairs were also awakened. Some people came to persuade them, and more people stood in the corridor and pointed.

I scolded you upstairs. After all, this quarrel happened at the wrong time, when everyone is sleepiest. No matter who is right, you two are having fun scolding me, but I still have to sleep!

After shouting for almost an hour, the residents on the seventh floor gave up.

He couldn't continue arguing.

The reason why there was a noise at home in the middle of the night was because I had to catch the eight o'clock flight.

In order to ensure that they had enough energy after landing, the residents on the seventh floor slept at home half a day in advance and got up in the middle of the night to pack their luggage. However, they did not expect that dragging suitcases and heavy footsteps would affect the people downstairs and disturb their dreams.

Judging from the ferocious attitude of the residents on the sixth floor, it seems that this matter has escalated to the level of killing his father and seizing his wife.

He brought a chair from home and a kitchen knife. Although it was wrapped in newspapers and was not exposed on the spot, no one was blind and could see clearly.

"You idiot, if you don't let me sleep, I will beat you to death!"

"Aren't you loud? I'm just sitting here, and no one in your family can think of it."

"Go inside if you can. I'll see how long you can keep being a coward."

This is a ruthless man who is not afraid of things getting serious.

Although they were unwilling to do anything about it, the residents on the seventh floor had no choice but to face reality, hold back their anger, and admit their mistake.

This perfunctory tone was not recognized by the resident on the sixth floor. He was still sitting on the chair with one leg crossed and refused to give way.

Then the only option is to call the police.

…

Hu Pingtao turned on the law enforcement recorder, and the camera was facing Chen Xinhong with a serious face.

"What do you want to do?" Looking at the resident on the sixth floor who was sitting on a chair with a thick hairy leg across his knee, Chen Xinhong pointed to the kitchen knife wrapped in newspaper in his hand: "For this little thing.

Want to use a knife to commit murder?"

The resident on the sixth floor felt guilty for a while after being asked, and quickly stood up from his chair, but he kept holding the dirty kitchen knife in his hand.

He felt a little angry and shouted loudly: "Why can't you police officers distinguish good from bad? He was obviously collecting things upstairs in the middle of the night and made such a big noise that I couldn't sleep. Why didn't you ask questions?"

Are you going to make a fuss about me first? Even if you want to train someone, you have to train him!"

Chen Xinhong's attitude has not changed at all: "It is entirely possible that what was originally a simple neighborhood dispute could turn into an injury case because of this kitchen knife. Then the nature will be different. That is not something we can solve through verbal mediation. You

You have to pay a price for it: the lightest punishment can be imprisonment, and the most severe punishment can be jail time."

The resident on the sixth floor was left speechless. With his head lowered and a sullen look on his face, he quietly put the kitchen knife on the chair.

Although he did this, he was not convinced. He just stood upright with his feet spread apart, as if he would not give way until the problem was solved.

The resident on the seventh floor was already dressed neatly, and there was a large trolley suitcase next to him. His face was full of anxiety, shock and anger, and there was cold sweat on his forehead. Seeing Chen Xinhong turn his attention away from the resident on the sixth floor, he hurriedly stepped forward

He went up and begged repeatedly: "Comrade policeman, I was wrong. I was wrong. Isn't that okay? Please ask him not to stop me. It's almost five o'clock. I...I have to catch a plane!"

Chen Xinhong asked: "Where is the ticket? Show me."

The resident on the seventh floor quickly took out his mobile phone, opened the page and handed it to him: "This is the electronic ticket."

Chen Xinhong looked at it and returned the phone to him: "The flight is at 8:20, it's still early, what are you in a hurry for? Let's finish the problem first, I won't miss your business."

He then asked: "Why don't you sleep in the middle of the night? We received a complaint call seven minutes ago. The resident downstairs responded: You started moving things around three o'clock. There was a lot of noise and he couldn't sleep. Come up and follow him.

You argued and got scolded by you, is that what happened?"

The face of the resident on the seventh floor turned red. He lowered his head, kept rubbing his hands, and explained nonchalantly: "...I...I was afraid of traffic jams on the road, so I went to bed at noon yesterday. I woke up around two o'clock in the middle of the night.

Come here, I'm thinking about making something to eat and take it with me. It's still dark outside at this time, and the restaurants aren't open, so I can only cook it at home."

Hu Pingtao looked at the footage captured by the law enforcement recorder and couldn't help but ask: "The airport restaurant is open 24 hours a day. It's very convenient to eat there!"

"Things at the airport are expensive. A bowl of rice noodles costs at least 20 yuan, which is twice as expensive as outside." The explanation of the resident on the seventh floor was logical.

Chen Xinhong opened the case record book he carried with him, lowered his head and started writing, and asked without looking up: "Since it was breakfast, why did it make such a big noise?"
Chapter completed!