Left ear jumping, good things; right ear jumping, bad things. Both ears jumping together, good things are also bad things, and bad things are also good things.

  This is the fundamental reason why Tian Liang repeatedly turned misfortune into good fortune.

  Now my left ear just jumped lightly twice, greatly inspiring the idea of facing the sky.

  This set of "Qinghe City Annals" is unlikely to be written by Liu Qingqing.

  Xiang Tianliang had been interested in strange news and gossip since he was a child. After coming to the Construction Bureau for work, one day he saw in the newspaper that the first five-volume edition of "Qinghe City Annals" was published, and he wanted to get a set. After asking around, he found out that only 1,000 sets of the first edition of "Qinghe City Annals" were printed, which was an internal trial issue not for external sale, belonging to gifts, and the objects of gift-giving were strictly limited to county-level cadres and above, as well as superior leaders, some retired cadres, Qinghe-born celebrities at home and abroad, and all city libraries, youth activity centers and schools above middle school.

  Liu Qingqing is the deputy head of the municipal Yue Opera Troupe, with an administrative rank of only deputy section level. According to regulations, she cannot obtain "Qinghe City Annals" as a gift. Although her reputation could easily get her a set, her husband Yu Feilong already has one, so she doesn't need to go through the back door and owe someone a favor.

  The "Qinghe City Annals" in front of me should be Yu Feilong's.

  It's strange, Yu Feilong's things are generally rarely able to enter Liu Qingqing's room.

  Is Liu Qingqing going to accept what Yu Feilong sent her? Unlikely, as Xiang Tianliang knows that the two of them are like a married couple in name only, with different dreams and aspirations. Liu Qingqing has many rules, one of which is to never accept anything from Yu Feilong.

  He picked up the "Qinghe City Chronicle" again, took a closer look at the book's catalog, and indeed it was the first edition, with the two red characters "Complimentary Copy" printed on it.

  In college, there was a course on criminal investigation and reasoning, taught by an old expert from the Ministry of Public Security's Criminal Investigation Bureau. One lesson was called "The Bible Murder", which left a deep impression on Xiang Tianliang.

  In a Western country, a prosecutor was pursued by the underworld and wounded in hospital. After the police had strictly guarded his ward, he was still killed silently with a miniature pistol on his bed the next day. After investigation, no one else visited him within 24 hours except for an important pastor friend of the politician. So the pastor was arrested as a suspect, but how did the pistol get into the ward?

  At that time, the two diligent policemen testified that they had searched the pastor's entire body, including his hat and shoes, and it was impossible for him to carry a palm-sized handgun in.

  At this time, an old detective pointed out that you overlooked something on the pastor's body, which was the Bible. The handgun was hidden in the Bible and brought in.

  The police acted swiftly and, as expected, found a Bible in the hospital's trash heap. The pages of the Bible had been hollowed out, containing a miniature silent handgun. Both the Bible and the gun had fingerprints left by the pastor, and the bullet head on the deceased matched the number on the handgun.

  This story flashed through Tian Liang's mind and inspired him immediately.

  Toward Tian Liang picked up "Qinghe City Annals" and put it on the desk, using the desk lamp to take a closer look first, silently memorizing its appearance for later use.

  Then, he carefully untied the red string, separated them one by one, took off the book strip, and placed them on the desk separately. He gently opened the first one.

  Suddenly, Tian Liang's eyes lit up and he was overjoyed.

  A sixteen-open-sized "Qinghe City Chronicle" had its pages hollowed out, and in the empty space lay a twenty-four-open-sized notebook with a blue plastic cover, on which were printed five gold-embossed characters: Serve the People.

  No mistake, the notebook is the handwriting of Lao Juzhang, Xiang Tianliang, who has a background in criminal investigation, is very sensitive to this aspect and can see it at a glance.

  Soon after, Xiang Tianliang found the red notebook and yellow notebook in two other editions of "Qinghe City Annals".

  After going through hardships and difficulties, everything comes easily without any effort.

  Three notebooks were stuffed into Xiang Tianliang's waistband, their size and volume a bit too large to fit in the pocket.

  Xiang Tianliang took a costume and carefully wiped the five volumes of "Qinghe City Annals" to prevent leaving his fingerprints, then stacked them together, ready to restore their original state.

  Suddenly, he became curious, picked up each "Qinghe City Chronicle" and shook it vigorously next to his ear.

  There were four books that made no sound, only the fifth volume of "Qinghe City Annals" made a slight noise when shaken.

  Xiang Tianliang exclaimed in surprise, blaming himself for being careless and negligent. He had already checked it earlier, but he only looked at the first few dozen pages.

  He opened the fifth volume of "Qinghe City Annals", carefully flipping through it, and finally made a new discovery.

  In the middle of the book, dozens of pages were hollowed out. In the hollowed-out places, five bank deposit slips lay flat.

  At that time, there were no bank cards and no real-name system was implemented.

  Xiang Tianliang didn't open the bank deposit book. After some thought, he gritted his teeth and put it into his own pocket first.

  He never had any idea of embezzlement, he just wanted to use these bank deposit slips as a deadly weapon against Fei Long.

  Mission accomplished, time to withdraw.

  With professional means, he erased all traces of his presence and then reviewed the entire operation with an insider's eye before returning to the bedroom at dawn.

  Unexpectedly, Liu Qingqing spoke in her sleep again.

  "It's daytime... you, you're so great... hug sister, hug... sister likes it, likes you..."

  The footsteps towards dawn were frozen in place.

  "It's daytime, you're so heartless...... Sister treated you so well...... You didn't even come to see sister, and hid from sister......"

  Xiang Tianliang sat on the edge of the bed, gazing at Liu Qingqing's lovely face, and couldn't help but lean down and kiss her snow-white face.

  Suddenly, two stretched jade arms violently wrapped around Xiang Liang's neck.

  "Liu Jie, you...you're awake..."

  "Shut up."

  Liu Qingqing hugged Xiang Tianliang and started kissing him wildly.

  At last, they hugged and kissed each other.

  He fell onto the bed uncontrollably as dawn broke.

  Fortunately, the sound of the clock on the wall woke up Xiang Tianliang who was about to fall asleep.

  He suddenly pushed open Liu Qingqing and said, "Liu sister, your home was just robbed."

  "Hmph, you're just a thief, stealing people's things."

  "Really, don't believe me? Take a look." Xiang Tianliang unbuttoned his shirt and revealed a scar on his left shoulder. "I got hit by a stick during the fight just now."

  Liu Qingqing believed it and quickly sat up, "Where's the thief?"

  "He was beaten away by me." Xiang Tianliang didn't say a few thieves, because he couldn't figure out whether he counted as a thief or not.

  "Didn't steal anything, did you?" Liu Qingqing's face changed.

  "I don't know about that," said Tian Liang.

  "Sorry, it's dawn, are you okay?"

  Tian Liang shook his head and said, "I'm fine."

  At this time, a car's horn sounded outside the house, startling Xiang Tianliang and Liu Qingqing.