Jinbei Prison, as the name suggests, is located at the northernmost edge of Yanjin, only a hundred meters away from the Haishen Temple Yanjin garrison headquarters.
Li Kai jumped out of the cab of the military vehicle and loudly ordered, "Push the prisoners out of the vehicle and line them up!"
Jiang Xinyu parked the car aside, pushed the door and got out of the car with a list of prisoners and a stack of files, and said to the policeman who came to receive him, "Where can I go through the transfer procedures?"
"Please follow me to the police area to complete the handover procedures." The policeman led the way towards a two-story detached building.
Going up the stairs to the second floor, there is a wooden sign on the door of a room with the words "Warden's Room" written on it.
The police reached out and knocked on the door, and a yawning voice came from inside the house, "Come in."
On the sofa in the room, a fat middle-aged policeman was half lying and half sitting. He asked the policeman, "What's going on?"
The policeman bowed and said, "The detective team handed over a group of prisoners. This officer is here to handle the handover procedures."
The obese man coughed twice, sat up straight, glanced at Jiang Xinyu, and said, "What's your last name?"
Jiang Xinyu "I don't have to give you the noble surname Jiang."
"Your surname is Jiang? I heard that the captain of your detective team is also surnamed Jiang..."
"The captain you are talking about is me."
The obese man sat up, looked at Jiang Xinyu in surprise, and said, "Are you Captain Jiang?"
Jiang Xinyu smiled and said, "If it's true, there are my men downstairs. Do you want to send someone to confirm it?"
"Oh, no, no, no, I just didn't expect Captain Jiang to be so young... I'm sorry, please take a seat."
Jiang Xinyu "Excuse me, are you..."
The obese man stretched out his hand and said, "I am the warden of Jinbei Prison, my surname is Yang Mingzheng."
Jiang Xinyu shook hands with him and said, "Warden Yang is a good name. He is upright and upright!"
Yang Zheng chuckled and said, "Captain Jiang is really eloquent. No wonder he was entrusted with important tasks by Major Hattori at such a young age."
Jiang Xinyu laughed loudly and said, "Warden Yang is saying that I am good at flattering people?"
Seeing that Jiang Xinyu didn't use "flattery" as a derogatory term at all, Yang Zheng also relaxed and said with a smile, "Captain Jiang, people who don't know how to flatter a horse in this age may not even be able to eat cereals!"
Jiang Xinyu "If you ask me, let alone multi-grain rice, even the northwest wind can't catch it!"
This kind of congenial chat brought people closer to each other. Yang Zheng told the policeman, "What are you doing so stupidly? Hurry up and make tea for Captain Jiang!"
Jiang Xinyu put the prisoner's roster and file materials on the table and said, "Warden Yang, the list of prisoners is here, and there are photos in the file materials. Would you deign to go downstairs to verify it?"
Yang Zheng waved his hand and said, "I can trust the prisoners that Captain Jiang personally escorted here, as long as there are enough."
Jiang Xinyu pretended to hesitate for a moment and said, "Warden Yang, I feel that I am at odds with you, and I sincerely advise you to verify the identities of these prisoners in person."
"Why?"
"A while ago, the gendarmerie conducted a routine random inspection of the police station prison and randomly checked ten people. Three of the prisoners were not me, and one of them was a felon suspected of being a communist!"
"I really don't know about this...how did you deal with it later?"
"The prison director was dismissed from his post and the investigation was carried out. If not, he might have to stay in prison for two years!"
Yang Zheng took a breath of air and said, "Is it so serious?"
Jiang Xinyu glanced at the policeman who came in to deliver tea but hesitated to speak. Yang Zheng immediately waved the policeman out.
Jiang Xinyu said in a low voice, "Among us, who can stand up to the investigation? It's easy to tell if nothing happens, but as long as someone is caught with something, it won't be a sure thing!"
Yang Zheng nodded repeatedly and said, "You are absolutely right, that is indeed what happened!"
Jiang Xinyu: "I have no involvement in this group of prisoners. One of my team leaders is responsible for verifying the identity. If something happens to the detective team, someone will naturally take the blame for me. Now it will be handed over to you. If something goes wrong..."
Yang Zheng stood up, cupped his fists and raised his hands, saying, "Thank you, Captain Jiang, for reminding me. I'll go verify the prisoner's identity right away!"
"You're welcome. We all eat from the same pot. If we don't keep it together, someone will be in trouble. It's always good to take care of each other."
"I am very sure of that……"
Jiang Xinyu picked up the tea bowl, took a sip, and praised, "Warden Yang, this is good tea."
Yang Zheng said politely, "Captain Jiang, please sip the tea slowly while I excuse you for a moment."
"Okay, the big man downstairs is the leader of my action team. He is responsible for handling these prisoners. If you have any problems, just communicate with him."
"OK."
Yang Zheng put on his police hat, took the roster and file materials, opened the door and walked out.
Listening to the footsteps gradually walking away, Jiang Xinyu immediately put down his tea bowl, walked quickly to the filing cabinet, and searched one by one according to the categories marked on it.
Normally, whether it is a detention, release after serving a sentence, or a secret execution, the warden will have detailed records of the prisoner.
Jiang Xinyu took out a list of executed prisoners and quickly turned to the last page. It was clearly recorded on it that a total of five prisoners had been executed in the past week.
It is impossible to hold such a few people in more than a dozen cells, and it is even more impossible to release so many people at once...
Jiang Xinyu thought for a moment, followed the directory index, and pulled out a booklet marked "Instructions on the Transfer of Prisoners."
Just like the detective team prison, prisoners transferred to the gendarmerie or the Yanjin local prison must be recorded so that they can be queried at any time when necessary.
Looking at the records of that day, more than thirty people were handed over to the Yanjin garrison headquarters. Judging from the data, the identities of these people were all prisoners of war without exception.
The vast majority of them are prisoners of war, a very small number are from the Eighth Route Army and the Northeast Anti-Resistance Alliance, and the others are prisoners of war from the United States and the Soviet Union, about six or seven of them.
This is really strange. The prisoners of war were neither executed nor transferred to other prisons, but were handed over to the garrison headquarters. What did they want from these prisoners of war?
The garrison army has many troops under its jurisdiction. Finding the whereabouts of these prisoners of war is like looking for a needle in a haystack, not to mention that Jiang Xinyu cannot do so blatantly.
Just when he felt a little at a loss, Jiang Xinyu suddenly noticed the line at the bottom of the information: Army 75-302 Nissan 180.
Jiang Xinyu, who has been in Yanjin for many years, knows very well what these words mean. This is the license plate and model of a military vehicle!
The person in charge of recording obviously mixed the upper and lower lines into one line to save trouble. Normally, the upper line of the license plate should be the military vehicle model "Nissan 180", and the lower line should be the vehicle license plate "Military 75-302".
Nissan 180 is a military truck widely used by the Japanese army. In other words, it was the Nissan 180 truck with the license plate number "Military 75-302" that took away these prisoners of war!