Director Luo Yongqian was dozing off with his eyes squinted, when suddenly a phone ringing came from the back room.
"Boss, your phone number." A police officer came in.
"Oh," Luo Yongqian agreed, then walked to the phone in the room, picked up the phone and asked: "Who is it?"
"I'm Muto." A stiff tone came from the phone.
Luo Yongqian was startled and quickly waved his hand to signal several subordinates in the room to go out. Then he picked up the microphone and greeted in a low voice: "Hello, Taijun!"
"Do you know everything that happened in the city?" Muto asked.
"I know, I just got a call from the Police Headquarters, saying that there was a robbery. The murderers were divided into two teams and drove two black cars. I have arranged people to go to various intersections, but I didn't find any cars passing by." Luo Yongqian replied.
"Well, let me tell you, the murderer is probably the person I want you to find. Pay close attention to the movements in the neighborhoods around Yanda. If there is any unusual movement or suspicious object, notify me immediately. Do you understand?" Muto whispered. .
"Understood, I have conducted a survey in accordance with your instructions in the past few days. Excluding some floating population, I have recorded those who settled nearby in June and are narrowing down the scope." Luo Yongqian replied.
"Well, pay attention. These people are all from the military, and their demeanor and tone are more or less different from ordinary people. Also, if you find a suspect, don't make it public. Even if you are ten, you are no match for them. Do you understand? ?" Muto whispered again.
"I understand, Taijun, don't worry." Luo Yongqian nodded repeatedly.
The phone was hung up.
Luo Yonggan wiped the cold sweat from his forehead.
Muto didn't need to remind him, he also knew that those people were not easy to mess with.
The Fuxing Society has been fighting the Japanese in Peiping for more than two years. There have been countless headless murders. Japanese or people from Nanjing often come to the Peiping Police Station to collect corpses. Everyone has long been accustomed to this kind of bloody secret battle.
The director of the Peiping Police Station has already given instructions to all police stations that once such a murder case is discovered, they are not allowed to intervene, let alone get involved.
Luo Yongqian would never get involved without any instructions. The gun in the policeman's hand would not be fired for half a year, but these agents had several bullet holes in their bodies.
Not to mention anything else, just half a month ago, a lot of people died near Tianshui Hutong, and more than a dozen corpses were carried to the morgue for cremation.
But now, he was involuntarily involved in this battle between secret service agencies.
Putting down the phone, Luo Yongqian walked to the door thoughtfully, squatted down and lit a cigarette.
The street outside the door was surprisingly quiet at noon. The weather was so hot that even the dogs hid in the shade, and the street was deserted.
At this moment, a figure appeared at the intersection, it was "Associate Zhou" from the library that he had just left this morning.
It seemed that he had just come back from doing errands in the morning, with a few books under his elbows and a dusty look.
Luo Yongqian just looked at him briefly and moved his eyes aside. However, the moment Geng Chaozhong walked by, Luo Yongqian suddenly frowned and stood up.
"Associate Manager Zhou? You're out doing errands at noon. It's so cool to stay in the library!" Luo Yongqian greeted warmly.
"Oh, who are you?" Geng Chaozhong was called by Luo Yongqian, and he stopped and looked at the ordinary policeman in front of him through the thin lenses.
After he disposed of the car, he went to the bookstore first and inquired about the surrounding situation before returning to Yanda. In fact, he had already noticed the police officer squatting at the door, but he did not expect him to stop him. own.
"I am the director of the police station, my name is Luo Yongqian." Luo Yongqian introduced himself enthusiastically.
"Oh, it turns out to be Director Luo. Nice to meet you!" Geng Chaozhong stretched out his hand.
Luo Yongqian wiped his hand on the police uniform, then shook hands with Geng Chaozhong and said with a smile:
"It's my honor to shake hands with the professors of Yanda University. I haven't studied for a few days since I was a child. What I envy the most are educated people. Today I shook hands with Associate Professor Zhou. I don't need to wash my hands. I'll just stain them. The smell of books might make that little brat of mine get a few more points in the exam."
"Haha, Director Luo is too polite. I'm just a handyman in the library. In addition to moving books, I also deal with the bookstore. I can't compare to Director Luo's majesty." Geng Chaozhong also laughed.
"Ahem, those who work hard sit in the hall and enjoy the blessings, and those who work hard suffer hardships. Associate Manager Zhou, please stop making fun of me," Luo Yongqian smiled and shook his hand, "Associate Manager Zhou, why don't you come in and sit down?"
"No, no, I went to the bookstore to pick up a few books, and I have to go back to do some work. Let's wait another day!" Geng Chaozhong pointed to the books in his arms.
"Okay, Assistant Zhou, please go slowly!" Luo Yongqian didn't say much, he just said a few polite words when meeting someone head-on, so he didn't really want to keep anyone.
After Geng Chaozhong walked over, Luo Yongqian turned back and walked into the house and asked the police officer "Xiao Hei" who was recording: "When Assistant Zhou went out this morning, was he wearing a blue shirt?"
"Really?" The "little black" raised his head in confusion, "Boss, you're here again, how can I remember those things? I don't care about his black and white shirts. If he has money, I don't care if he changes to ten sets a day. Can’t catch it!”
"Bullshit!" Luo Yongqian patted "Xiao Hei" on the head and turned his head away with a smile.
He remembered clearly that Assistant Manager Zhou was wearing a black shirt when he went out in the morning, but changed into a blue shirt when he came back. Is Assistant Manager Zhou really so rich?
"Hey Xiaohei, how many oceans can you make in a month by working in school?" Luo Yongqian asked again.
"There must be fifty or sixty yuan! It's not like us, ten yuan a month, and we have to deduct two yuan." Xiao Hei replied without raising his head.
"Oh, it's quite profitable." Luo Yongqian laughed to himself.
He only earns twenty-six dollars a month as a director. If he didn't have a little extra money, his family of five would not be able to support him at all.
"By the way, this Associate Professor Zhou also arrived at Yenching University in May." Xiao Hei said casually as if he suddenly remembered something.
"Oh?" Luo Yongqian's eyes lit up, he grabbed the list from Xiao Hei's hand and started to look through it carefully.
Zhou Xuanhe joined the company on May 21.
A few simple situations are written on the list.
Luo Yongqian took a look and found that based on the deaths of Peking spies in the past two years, most of these spies were disguised as coolies or businessmen. At most, they were just employees of some post offices or commercial banks. It can be said that lurking into schools has never happened.
The reason is very simple. Most of the spies are soldiers, and a few are selected from the police. Their educational level is extremely limited, and these are the only professions they can engage in.
Of course, senior spies are not included in this list. Luo Yongqian heard from Muto that the senior spies in the Fuxing Society's Secret Service were all from the Whampoa Military Academy, and their cultural level was not low. Many of them could also recite poems and write poems.
If that's the case, it's not impossible to get a position at Yanda to cover your identity.
