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Chapter 803 Tracking

Office of the Director of the Intelligence Division.

Bai Jumin and another team leader stood in silence with their hands lowered, not even daring to take a breath. They could all see that Director Shen seemed to be in a bad mood.

Shen Zhifeng is from Xianju, Zhejiang. Whether he wants to admit it or not, he will be classified as a member of the Zhejiang Gang as a matter of course. The concept of regionalism is deeply rooted in China.

In fact, Shen Zhifeng is really not keen on the cliques within the Secrecy Bureau. He just passively hangs out with the Zhejiang Gang.

In today's Yanjin Station, with Wu Jingrong's unexpected rise to power, the Guangdong Gang is gradually becoming more powerful. If we don't work harder, it's hard to say whether it will be squeezed out.

After being silent for a while, Shen Zhifeng asked: "Bai Jumin, do you have any clues about tracking down the Nanjing underground party?"

Bai Jumin hurriedly took a step forward and said respectfully: "Early the next morning, I led people to trace the blood trail. When we got to the Gongshi Road area, we lost track."

"Blood stains? Some of them were shot?"

"Yes."

"Where was he shot?"

"You were trying to capture someone alive, so we shot all the lower body parts... probably the legs."

"Is it a penetrating injury?"

"Probably not. Under normal circumstances, it is difficult for a pistol to cause penetrating gunshot wounds."

"Since it is not a penetrating injury, the injured person must undergo surgery to remove the bullet...Has the nearby hospital really checked?"

"After checking, they said they didn't treat patients with gunshot wounds."

Shen Zhifeng thought for a while, stood up and said, "Come on, let's go to the Minister's Road for a walk!"

"Yes!" Bai Jumin led his men, followed Shen Zhifeng, and drove to Legation Road.

Shen Zhifeng initially judged that the people who killed Ishikawa Shigeyasu were most likely members of the Nanjing underground party, and they had the most murderous motive.

Although four people were shot dead on Qingnian Road, who can guarantee whether the Nanjing underground party has a back-up plan and how many people they came to?

The weather is fine today, the sky is blue and cloudless.

Walking to a street corner, Bai Jumin said: "Director, the blood has disappeared here."

Light blood stains could still be seen vaguely on the ground. Shen Zhifeng looked around and said to Bai Jumin: "If you are the injured person, do you plan to hide first, or find a doctor nearby and take out the bullet in the leg as soon as possible?" ."

Bai Jumin thought for a moment and said, "Of course I'll hide first."

"Why?"

"Because there are pursuers, we must avoid the limelight."

"When we found the rope behind the house, it was ten minutes later. The two Communists had plenty of time to get rid of the pursuit!"

"But, as long as you follow the blood stains..."

"It was very dark at the time and it was impossible to see the bloodstains. As long as the Communist Party had a brain, they would have thought of this."

"What you mean is that the Communist Party knew we couldn't catch up, so they had to find a place to heal their leg injuries first."

While talking, Shen Zhifeng walked slowly along the street and said, "Otherwise, we will soon send people to monitor hospitals and clinics across the city, and they will have no chance."

Bai Jumin gave a thumbs up and praised: "Director, your analysis is so right! I will send someone to the hospital to check it again!"

"Big hospitals are overcrowded and it is impossible for the Communist Party to go there. Those clinics that can perform surgical operations are the focus of investigation!"

"There are seven clinics in total on Gongshi Road..."

"Which one has the latest opening hours?"

"Um...it's Kohler Clinic."

"What did Kohler Clinic say when you asked?"

"They said they had never treated patients with gunshot wounds, and they had never seen anyone like this."

"Has everyone asked?"

"The doctors, nurses, cashiers, and cleaners have all asked, and everyone agrees. I think there should be no problem."

"Take me there!"

"yes!"

Because of its great reputation, even though Kohler Clinic is not on the main road, there is an endless stream of patients coming for treatment. On holidays, there is even a queue.

Shen Zhifeng stood in front of the door and looked for a while. There was a residential building across the road from the clinic. He called Bai Jumin and said, "Send someone to ask about the situation."

"Director, I have already asked. No one saw any suspicious persons that night."

"I'm not asking you to ask this, I'm asking what time the Kohler Clinic closes!"

"yes!"

Bai Jumin personally took his people to the residential building and knocked on the doors door to door to inquire.

Normally, no one would be idle staring at other people's windows. Lao Ruan and Liu Ming had observed them beforehand, and their movements were extremely agile, so there was little chance of being discovered.

However, even if no one notices when the lights are turned off in the clinic opposite, they can still get a general impression.

Ten minutes later, Bai Jumin came out of the residential building, came to Shen Zhifeng, and said, "Director, the lights at Kohler Clinic are turned off around ten o'clock."

"sure?"

"The hostess in the east door on the second floor has insomnia. According to her, at ten o'clock, the curtains were still bright, but after a while, they became dark, which means that the lights in the clinic opposite were turned off."

Shen Zhifeng pondered for a long time and signaled to the agents not to follow him. He crossed the street alone, opened the door and walked into Kohler Clinic.

There are four staff members in the clinic, all of whom are women. Except for one cashier, the other three are nurses, including an American. A nurse came up to him and said, "Sir, Dr. Kohler is still here."

There is a patient, please wait a moment."

Shen Zhifeng said: "Okay... Oh, by the way, nurse, when will you get off work?"

"Eight o'clock in the evening, but the clinic's opening hours may be later."

"What do you mean later?"

The nurse smiled and explained: "Because Dr. Kohler lives in the clinic, sometimes he will get off work for a while after we get off work."

"Oh, I see."

"Please sit down, I will come and call you in a moment."

"Thanks."

A few minutes later, the nurse came out again and said, "Sir, you can go in."

In the consulting room, Dr. Kohler had a stethoscope hanging around his neck. He looked at Shen Zhifeng who walked in through the door, and said kindly: "Please sit down, what's wrong with you?"

Shen Zhifeng sat down, looked at Dr. Kohler for a while, and said bluntly: "The night before yesterday, around nine o'clock, was there anyone here to treat the gunshot wound?"

Dr. Kohler lowered his face, took off the stethoscope from his neck, and said, "I'm sorry, I'm very busy. If you are not here to see a doctor, please leave immediately so as not to delay other patients."

Shen Zhifeng looked calm and said slowly: "When the police came to inquire, you said you had never seen anyone who came to treat gunshot wounds. In fact, only the Kohler Clinic was still open that night. If I were the injured, I would at least come in and try.

try."

Dr. Kohler stood up and shouted to the door: "Nurse!"

Shen Zhifeng smiled slightly, took out his ID and showed it to Dr. Kohler, saying: "I don't want to alarm anyone, I hope you can cooperate!"

Dr. Kohler was silent for a moment, waved to the nurse who came in, and said, "It's okay. You can go out first."


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