Yan Qing was admitted to the Comprehensive Mediation Department of the street office, the most leisurely place. He thought he could drink tea and read newspapers until he retired, but unexpectedly he awakened to the [All Things Narration Prompt System].
"What Aunt Wang is carrying is not eggs, but smuggled gold bars."
"The bald man eating noodles next door is a Class A wanted criminal who has been on the run for ten years."
"Hidden in this wall is a complete ledger of underground gangs."
Faced with these reminders, Yan Qing sighed: I just want to fish!
So, he casually threw the clues to Leng Yuening, the aloof female director who was sent to the subdistrict office for temporary training due to an injury.
"Leng Ji, that uncle's eyes are wrong, go and check."
Half an hour later, Leng Yuening led the special police to the lair of transnational felons.
"Leng Ju, the feng shui of that place is not good, go dig and have a look."
The next day, a major gang-related case that shocked the country was solved.
Yan Qing, who thought he could continue to be a salty fish, found that something was wrong.
The resolute female director looked at him with more and more admiration: "Mr. Yan, you are the real detective, and I will listen to you from now on!"
The captain of the criminal police brigade, the master of traditional Chinese medicine, and the richest man in business circles all blocked the door of the street office every day asking for advice.
Yan Qing slumped on his office chair, looking at the banners and first-class merit medals all over the wall, and said helplessly: "I really didn't want to make meritorious deeds, I just watched the barrage!"
It's okay, but there are repetitions [laughs]