I really don't want to be an official if I transmigrate into Qi Tongwei's life.

Chapter 97 Holiday Ends, Big Case Underway

"Qi Tongwei, wait for me, I'm coming to find you right away."

Ye Xuan was very anxious, fearing that Qi Tongwei would act impulsively.

After hanging up the phone, Qi Tongwei looked as if a vixen had drained all his energy.

"Sir, are you alright?"

The waitress couldn't help but show concern, because Qi Tongwei always greeted her with a smile whenever he came back.

Qi Tongwei did not reply and dragged his tired body back to his room.

Lying in bed, Qi Tongwei couldn't understand why such a good person had died like this, and what would become of his ideals.

He kept recalling the scene of chatting with Song Shuguang yesterday. His senior was still as enthusiastic and idealistic as ever.

The promise to drink together today will never be fulfilled in this lifetime.

Suddenly, he thought of smuggling gangs; his senior's death must be related to them.

He wanted to stay and find out the truth; he wanted to fulfill his senior's wish.

Bang bang bang.

"Qi Tongwei, Qi Tongwei, Qi Tongwei"

Ye Xuan rushed over and frantically knocked on the door from the outside.

Qi Tongwei composed himself, walked over, and opened the door.

Ye Xuan noticed that he was in a very bad mental state. It turned out that Qi Tongwei, who was hot-blooded, impulsive, and always loved to curse, also had a vulnerable side.

"Qi Tongwei, things have come to this, those who are alive must still look forward."

Qi Tongwei forced a smile. "It's alright, Reporter Ye. Take me to see my senior."

Ye Xuan knew she couldn't stop him, so she said, "Fine, come with me."

Today, the driver was a different person, a woman with sharp eyes, clearly a bodyguard. After Ye Xuan was kidnapped, her family was terrified and arranged for a bodyguard for her.

Neither of them spoke the rest of the way; Qi Tongwei remained immersed in grief over Song Shuguang's death.

funeral parlor.

Ye Xuan led Qi Tongwei inside, having already established a relationship to allow him to take a look.

The staff forcefully pulled out the freezer containing Song Shuguang's body, opened the body bag, and revealed Song Shuguang's cold face.

Yesterday he was a living, breathing person, and today he's a cold, lifeless corpse.

Qi Tongwei clenched his fists, his whole body trembling, and he couldn't help but shed tears.

He stood there motionless for ten minutes before Ye Xuan pulled him out after a staff member reminded him.

As he walked out of the funeral home, Qi Tongwei suddenly shouted loudly.

I love my country.

I love my people.

I love my home.

"I hope our country will become prosperous and strong soon."

Passersby stared at him as if he were an idiot.

Ye Xuan guessed that these words were probably related to Song Shuguang.

Once inside the car, Qi Tongwei looked at Ye Xuan, trying his best to adjust his demeanor and appear normal.

"Reporter Ye, you're so well-informed, what's the status of this case now?"

"The murder of customs officers is a serious matter. The municipal bureau has established a special task force and has given them one week to solve the case."

"Can you get me into the task force?"

Qi Tongwei knew this request was excessive, but things could be done in any way.

Ye Xuan understood that Qi Tongwei would definitely not stand idly by after Song Shuguang's death. Rather than letting him run around aimlessly, it was better to keep him under the police's watchful eye.

I'll give it a try.

"Thank you"

This was the first time Ye Xuan had ever seen Qi Tongwei so serious.

After dropping Qi Tongwei off at his hotel, Ye Xuan went straight home.

Qi Tongwei lay in bed waiting for news. He knew that one person's strength was ultimately limited, and only the power of an organization could sweep away all the demons and monsters.

The old cadres' compound in Shanghai.

Ye Xuan poured a cup of tea and respectfully offered it to her grandfather, saying, "Grandpa, please have some tea."

Mr. Ye is eighty years old this year, but he is in excellent spirits and practices Tai Chi for half an hour every morning.

"What does my clever granddaughter want to ask of her grandfather this time?"

Ye Xuan quickly stood up and massaged her grandfather's shoulders. "Grandpa, you're so insightful! Nothing I do escapes your keen eyes."

Old Master Ye took a sip of tea. "Tell me, is it about that kid again?"

"Congratulations, Grandpa, you got it right!"

Grandpa Ye laughed heartily, "Granddaughter, tell Grandpa the truth, do you like that boy?"

Ye Xuan paused for a moment, then spoke her mind, "Grandpa, I do have some feelings for him, but I also feel like we're not a good match. It seems like we'd be better off as friends."

Grandpa Ye was relieved that his granddaughter hadn't lost her mind. "I heard from your Grandpa Chu that Chu Lei is coming back to China next month. You two grew up together, childhood sweethearts. I still don't understand why you two have to separate."

Ye Xuan couldn't help but feel a touch of sadness as she recalled this long relationship.

She was supposed to marry Chu Lei after graduating from university and live happily ever after, but fate played a cruel joke on her.

After winning a debate competition, everyone drank to celebrate. For some reason, Chu Lei ended up sleeping with a girl. Although they were both fully clothed and nothing happened, it still shattered Ye Xuan's perfect love.

"Grandpa, how did we get off topic? Let's get back to the important matter. That kid wants to join the special task force. Grandpa, can you think of a way to help him?"

Old Ye thought about it for a moment. This case could be big or small. If this kid got involved, he might cause a huge mess. But if there really was a problem, this old man couldn't just stand by and do nothing. The country that thousands of revolutionary martyrs had built could not be ruined by a bunch of parasites.

"Then Grandpa will think of a way."

"I knew Grandpa would have a way."

Qi Tongwei lay in bed for two hours. He had come to a realization: the living must look forward, and he was determined to find the murderer who killed Song Shuguang.

He took a taxi to the post office and mailed back the gift he had bought for Qin Xue. To make it easier to stay in touch, he also bought a mobile phone, a huge brick that attracted a lot of attention when he carried it.

Standing on the banks of the Huangpu River, Qi Tongwei dialed the phone number of the Jingzhou Municipal People's Procuratorate office.

"Sister Zhou, could you let Qin Xue answer the phone?"

Where have you been hiding off to play, you little rascal?

"Sister Zhou, I'm standing on the banks of the Huangpu River, gazing at the world."

"You're something else, Qin Xue, come here for a second."

Qin Xue walked over, and Sister Zhou whispered, "That kid called, he's all alone by the Huangpu River, drinking the wind."

"Qin Xue is here, what are you saying?"

Qi Tongwei was a little excited, "Junior, I sent you some gifts, remember to accept them!"

"Ok"

Qin Xue wanted to ask him when he would be back, but she couldn't bring herself to say it.

Qi Tongwei sighed. "Junior, this is my phone number. You can call this number directly if you need to find me. My friend has been murdered, and I need to stay in Shanghai temporarily to find the killer."

Qin Xue felt a pang of anxiety and couldn't help but say with concern, "Be careful."

"Junior, I'll be careful. I'll treat you to hot pot when I get back."

"it is good"

After hanging up the phone, Qi Tongwei felt completely recharged. Could this be love?

But then another strange line popped up: "I love you, Mom, selling twisted dough sticks."

Qi Tongwei walked alone along the Huangpu River. Love brought him joy, but he was also anxiously waiting for Ye Xuan's reply.

Suddenly his mobile phone rang, and he excitedly asked, "Reporter Ye, is it all sorted out?"

Ye Xuan hesitated for a moment, unsure if this would harm him. "It's settled. You'll join the special task force as an investigator."