With an iron ruler hanging on his waist, he followed Lao Wang, who had twenty years of experience as a government official and three years of experience as a patrol officer, to the location of the incident.

The so-called iron ruler looks more like an iron fork, also known as an acupuncture ruler. It can hit and stab, and the small branch extending from the side can also jam the enemy's weapons, integrating offense and defense. More importantly, it is low-cost and can be inserted into the waist.

Both sides, easy to carry.

If my memory is correct, the policemen in the last feudal dynasty of Qing Kingdom seemed to have used this thing. The old witch spent more than six million taels of silver on her birthday party, and she was extremely extravagant. It’s her turn.

The patrol room, in order to save money, distributes antiques from hundreds of years ago. You really have them!

"Old Wang, what's going on?"

Due to the previous sorting of information, he did not hear what the reporter said.

"You brat, my name is Uncle Wang."

The old patrolman was very unhappy. You call me Lao Wang, but I call your father uncle.

"Someone hanged himself in the woods outside the city. It is said that the death was horrific. We have to go check to see if it was suicide. If it was homicide, we must report it to the captain."

As soon as he finished speaking, Wang Xu seemed to have caught something from the corner of his eye. He raised his hand and waved, shouting loudly.

"Gao Wuzuo, here!"

There were footsteps behind him, and he quickly turned around.

I saw an old man and a young man, both wearing long robes and mandarin jackets. The young man ran over panting with a wooden box on his shoulders.

"The king patrols."

"Xiao He, I would like to introduce to you, our prisoner's wife. His surname is Gao Dapeng. He has been working for more than forty years. He studied with his father since he was a child. He is the boss's favorite."

He Zhao knew that Lao Wang was trying to remind him not to offend Gao Dapeng, otherwise there would be no good consequences.

The hierarchical classification of the arresting houses is simple and crude.

The highest position is the chief, who is divided into four brigade captains, who manage household registration, public security, taxation, and prison inmates. Below the brigade captain, there are four squad captains, each with ten people.

The commander-in-chief and the captain are called officials, one of the top nine ranks.

"This is Zhang Yu, the apprentice I accepted not long ago, the son of Circus Zhang."

The four of them exchanged pleasantries and headed to the woods outside the city.

After walking for about half an hour, we finally left the city.

Not far away, outside a forest, a large number of melon-eating people gathered. They pointed and discussed with each other.

In a society without the Internet to kill time, watching the excitement is undoubtedly an extremely cheap entertainment.

It doesn't cost a penny, it just wastes a little time, so why not do it.

"Get out of the way! Get out of the way!"

Lao Wang went straight to the crowd, waving the iron ruler in his hand.

When everyone saw the policemen arriving at the scene, they naturally did not dare to neglect them and hurriedly made way for them.

A group of four people followed the reporter a hundred meters deep, and through the dappled sunlight, they saw a dead body hanging on a tree.

The corpse turned its back to them, swaying slightly with the wind.

Zhang Yu was so frightened when he saw a dead person for the first time that his face turned a little pale.

One person said that he regretted becoming a widower and might as well learn circus from his father.

"Find a ladder and lower the body."

"I go!"

Upon hearing this, the little man put down the wooden box he was carrying and ran out of the woods.

"The child is a little timid. You need to train him properly, Old Gao!" Inspector Wang laughed loudly. He had been working in the industry for more than 30 years and he had never seen any kind of dead body. It was just a hanging corpse. It was just a small scene.

"Xiao He, don't say that uncle doesn't take care of your kid. You can go up the tree and put him down later. In the evening, uncle will treat you to a drink." Lao Wang patted He Zhao on the shoulder and said, not as a workplace PUA, but as a workhorse.

Sooner or later, patrol officers will have to face this hurdle.

"OK!"
Chapter completed!