Hu Pingtao raised his hands and covered his face, trying hard to control the urge to laugh.

Long Xu opened his mouth and was so surprised that he couldn't speak for a while.

The law enforcement recorder in Cui Wen's hand almost slipped.

Li Yanhui was stunned for five seconds before she realized: "This house belongs to my parents, how come it has anything to do with common property?"

A trace of pride appeared on the old man's face: "I have inquired and found that this house is now worth at least three million or more. Either you give me one and a half million, or we continue to live here, it's your choice!"

Hu Pingtao couldn't listen anymore. He took a few steps forward, stood in front of the old man, and said seriously: "After doing this for a long time, you actually have such a dirty idea."

"No wonder you have been abusing your daughter-in-law." Hu Pingtao turned around and pointed at the two bowls of meat on the table: "Is this kind of food for people to eat? If it were me, I would let you try it for yourself.

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He then turned to the old woman: "It's such a hot weather and you don't open the windows or turn on the air conditioner. Are you deliberately trying to heat people to death?"

Then he turned to Li Xinyuan who said nothing: "And you, as a man, have not taken responsibility. It seems that you have already thought about divorce, or are you plotting other people's property like your father?"

Li Xinyuan became anxious upon hearing this and quickly explained: "I didn't, I really never thought about that!"

Hu Pingtao looked serious: "But your father just said that he thinks this house is common property, so he asked others for 1.5 million."

Without waiting for Li Xinyuan to answer, the old woman walked over quickly, grabbed Li Xinyuan's arm, and said with a very strange sense of superiority: "Our old Li family just doesn't want this woman Li Yanhui. My son will find a better one."

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The old man also helped: "That's right, I've already chosen one for you, and it's much better than her."

Just as he was talking, there was a knock on the door outside.

It was Li Yanhui’s family group that arrived.

So a new round of quarrels and abuse began.

Li Yanhui has two older brothers who speak loudly.

Li Yanhui's parents brought the real estate certificate. Hu Pingtao looked at it and found that the names of Li Xinyuan and his parents were not on the house book.

Things are clear at a glance.

Li Yanhui's parents refused to mediate and insisted on asking their daughter to divorce Li Xinyuan.

The old woman and the old man were dumbfounded.

The old man, in particular, became anxious on the spot. He stamped his feet and shouted: "Didn't you say that after you get married, the house belongs to two people? Why don't you keep your word? I... I'm going to sue you."

Hu Pingtao gave him some relevant legal knowledge, and the old man was stunned.

…

After coming out of Li's house, Long Xu shook his head: "The old couple had bad intentions from the beginning and were eyeing other people's houses. Now they are fine. They keep saying they want a divorce, and as they say, it becomes true."

Cui Wen interjected: "What's that man's name... By the way, Li Xinyuan, he's not a good guy either. If it were me, I wouldn't want him at all."

Hu Pingtao was amused and joked: "I didn't see it! You also have a special hobby in this area. He is a man, and so are you."

Cui Wen quickly explained: "Boss, I'm talking about his marriage to that woman..."

Hu Pingtao interrupted with a joke: "I'm also talking about marriage! In fact, I'm not arbitrary at all. It's still too late for you to go upstairs to Li Xinyuan to express your love...Well, I wish you happiness."

The three of them happily got on the electric car and started on their way home.

…

In the afternoon, Hu Pingtao received a call from the 110 command center.

After answering, he put down the phone, his expression became serious, and he sat in a chair and fell into deep thought.

Seeing this, Tan Tao, who was sitting opposite, asked curiously: "What's wrong? What happened?"

Hu Pingtao said seriously: "The news from the command center: Citizens reported that someone in our jurisdiction seems to be using chemical methods to make drugs."

Tan Tao was startled: "Chemical poisoning...is there such a thing?"

Hu Pingtao looked solemn: "Chemical synthesis of ice cubes, the production process is not complicated."

Tan Tao also became serious: "Did you mention the specific location on the phone?"

Hu Pingtao nodded slowly: "The reporter claimed that he had been observing for a long time and that the other party's working hours were usually from 7 to 10 o'clock at night."

Tan Tao thinks this is in line with common sense: "There are fewer people at night. You must be sneaky to do this kind of thing, after all, you can't see people."

Hu Pingtao stood up from his chair and issued an order: "Let's do this! I'll take two groups of people over tonight to have a look. Let's be careful. If someone is really making chemical poisons, things will get serious. You can stay here at any time.

Waiting for support.”

Tan Tao nodded: "Okay, no problem!"

…

No. 120, Xinjiang Road, is the old dormitory of the Provincial Materials Bureau.

According to the address left by the informant on the phone, Hu Pingtao rushed to the scene with Long Xu and others.

The time was exactly half past seven.

When I walked into the unit door and was going down the stairs, I smelled a pungent smell from a distance.

Everyone quickly stood at the door of Basement No. 2. Hu Pingtao looked at the light coming from the crack in the door and was a little confused.

He has performed missions abroad and is very familiar with all kinds of drugs. Especially chemicals. As long as he smells a little bit, he can basically determine the specific type.

The smell wafting from the basement at this moment is very pungent, a bit like ammonia.

It seems that this is not included in the relevant raw materials required for chemical poisoning.

Hu Pingtao did not act rashly. When he came in, he ordered others to disperse nearby to form a surveillance network.

At this moment, he stood in front of the closed door, holding his breath and listening to the movement inside the room.

There was only one person inside, and he moved slowly, barely moving.

It's not like a chemical drug shop.

Based on his own judgment, Hu Pingtao raised his hand and knocked on the door.

The door opened, and the moment his eyes came into contact with the person who opened the door, Hu Pingtao felt frightened and subconsciously reached out to touch the baton hanging on his lower back.

The other party was wearing a pig-nose gas mask.

Through the gap between his body and the door panel, you can see bottles and cans of different colors piled up in the room, especially the pungent smell floating in the air, which is stronger than before.

"Who are you looking for?" Through the transparent protective mask, you can see the confused face of the other party.

"Police." Hu Pingtao showed his ID and asked seriously: "Who are you? What are you doing here?"

"I..." The other party took off his gas mask, revealing a young and childish face.

Perhaps he was intimidated by the uniform Hu Pingtao was wearing, so he seemed a little uneasy: "I live upstairs, and this is the basement that matches my house."

Hu Pingtao asked: "What's your name? Please show your ID card."

The young man quickly took off his rubber gloves and took out his ID card from his pocket.

Zhang Zhenyu, a local.

After Hu Pingtao recorded it, he returned his ID card to him and asked, "Someone complained that a special smell often comes out of your place. What are you doing here?"

Zhang Zhenyu suddenly realized it and quickly made way for Hu Pingtao and others to come in. As he walked, he said: "I am playing with spray-painting models!"

There is a workbench in the room and a large steel standing cabinet next to it. It is filled with various tools.

Airbrushes, different types of paintbrushes, paints, bottles of mixing oil, hundreds of plastic buckets of different types...

There is also a cabinet against the wall on the side, which is divided into compartments, a bit like an alternative archival shelf. In each compartment is a mecha model. They range from ten centimeters to thirty centimeters in height, and they are all mobile suits.

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Hu Pingtao walked over, bent down, approached a green mecha model, and said with interest: "You have quite a few things here! Even this one is available in ms05a."

Zhang Zhenyu was happy when he heard this: "Why do you also like Gundam?"

Hu Pingtao smiled and said: "When I was in school, I played "Killian's Ambition", the early-stage Zaku, I am very familiar with this."

Zhang Zhenyu laughed and said: "Only children fly Gundam, while men all drive Zaku."

Hu Pingtao turned around and walked to the workbench, where there was an ms07b Gufu over one meter tall, also commonly known as "Tiger".

"Did you build this yourself?" Hu Pingtao was a little surprised. Most of the assembled mecha models are about 30 centimeters in size, and those with a height of more than one meter are rare.

Zhang Zhenyu walked up to the mecha and proudly introduced: "These are original parts I bought from the island country. From assembly to coloring, I did everything myself."

Hu Pingtao asked with interest: "How much did it cost?"

Zhang Zhenyu said frankly: "The parts alone cost more than 10,000, not including paints and other tools."

Hu Pingtao looked around and found nothing wrong.

He told Zhang Zhenyu: "When people call to report, we have to come over and see what's going on. When you go back to play, you need to have good neighborly relations. Ventilation is also very important. It's best to install a ventilation fan.

, the kind with more power.”

"When you spray paint, the smell is too strong, which makes the surrounding residents complain. Also, look at all the glue and paint you have. These are all flammable materials. The slightest spark will burn them instantly."
To be continued...