Outside the door of Yihe Cotton Factory, there was a sudden sound of braking.
After a while, Nakamura, the head of the product section, walked in quickly. He looked at the patrols in the yard, came straight to Xu Siqi, and said, "Detective Xu, what happened?"
"Search for an important wanted criminal." Xu Siqi replied calmly.
"Are you sure that the wanted criminal is hiding in Yihe Cotton Factory?"
"My men saw with their own eyes that wanted criminals jumped over the wall and came in."
"Oh, that's it...Sorry, excuse me."
"Please."
Nakamura looked around with his hands behind his back, winked at the Japanese patrolman, and walked towards the corner.
A few minutes later, the Japanese patrol officer followed.
"What's going on?" Nakamura asked in a low voice.
The Japanese patrol officer said: "Tonight, the patrol room arrested the snitch Lin Wangchuan..."
"Tell the important point!"
"Lin Wangchuan did jump over the wall and get in."
"Did you see it with your own eyes?"
"I saw it. Not just me, many police officers saw it. This is unmistakable."
"I understand, go and do your work."
"yes."
This Japanese patrol officer is actually an informant on the development of the Special Higher Education Course, and he just entered the Hongkou patrol room not long ago.
With Xu Siqi's identity, he naturally had to conduct a detailed investigation on the patrol room personnel.
In addition to Chief Inspector Stewart, as well as the two detectives Russell and William, Xu Siqi has the basic information about everyone, whether they are Chinese arresters or foreign patrol officers.
Xu Siqi had already found out the true identity of the Japanese patrol officer.
As long as he is within the public concession, Detective Hua has innate conveniences. If he wants to investigate someone, he will rarely encounter real obstacles.
I specially brought a Japanese patrol officer tonight, nominally to give the newcomer a chance to practice, but in fact, it was to allow him to indirectly prove that entering the Yihe Cotton Factory was indeed an accident.
"power cut!"
Someone exclaimed.
The entire factory suddenly fell into darkness.
"Brothers, cheer up, don't let Lin Wangchuan take the opportunity to run away!" Zheng Zheng shouted in the darkness.
The action team sent people to guard the mouth of the pipeline. When they saw the flames of the white phosphorus bomb, they immediately called the internal line of the power plant and used a voltage regulator to increase the input voltage of Yihe Cotton Mill.
Nowadays, voltage instability is very common due to technical flaws.
For example, when you are at home, the lights flicker on and off, and return to normal after a few minutes. This is caused by unstable voltage.
For this kind of common circuit fault, because he has seen it many times, Nakamura can repair it himself, so there is no need to waste time and effort to find an electrician.
A guard used a flashlight as lighting, and Nakamura, with an electrician's pliers and a wrench in one hand, stood in front of the power distribution cabinet to replace the burned out capacitor.
Ten minutes later, the power was turned on again and all lighting returned to normal.
The guard gave a thumbs up and praised: "The power was restored so quickly, Section Chief Nakamura, you are amazing."
Nakamura was also very proud. He put the electrician's pliers and wrench aside and said: "In the future, you all have to learn to deal with similar minor problems, even in the middle of the night..."
"Stop him!"
"Lin Wangchuan, stop!"
Suddenly there was a commotion in the yard.
Even if the team is led by Zheng Zheng, after all, there are other patrol officers involved in the search.
Lin Wangchuan hid in hiding for more than 20 minutes, but was eventually discovered by the patrol. He had no choice but to rush out.
All the exits were blocked, and Lin Wangchuan had no choice but to be arrested. The patrolman handcuffed him and brought him to Xu Siqi.
Xu Siqi put his hands behind his back, looked Lin Wangchuan up and down, and said, "What's your name?"
"Lin Wangchuan." Lin Wangchuan was dejected.
"Do you know your crime?"
"Know. Theft."
"In less than three years, you have committed nearly forty major crimes, at least one per month on average. Lin Wangchuan, you are truly a giant thief..."
I don't know what the situation is like with Jiang Bin, Xu Siqi is trying to delay as much as possible.
Nakamura walked over and said with a smile: "Inspector Xu, it's very late and the employees of the cotton mill need to rest. Besides, you also caught the criminal. Look..."
"Then I won't disturb you. Section Chief Nakamura, thank you for cooperating with the patrol room in handling the case. Please take your leave."
Xu Siqi waved his hand: "Close the team!"
Watching Xu Siqi get into the car, Nakamura bowed politely to see her off.
Returning to the cotton factory, he ordered the night guard to close the door. He personally went to the basement to check if there was any abnormality.
Ten minutes later, Nakamura drove away from Yihe Cotton Factory.
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If you rely on the mountains, you can eat the mountains; if you rely on the sea, you can eat the sea.
Being close to the Huangpu River, fish and shrimp are naturally indispensable.
Every year in autumn when the price of fish and shrimp is the cheapest, every household purchases a large amount of various fish, pickles them with salt, and then finds a place to dry them in front of the door and behind the house.
Just like Northeastern people store cabbage and radishes in winter, it has become a custom for Shanghainese people to dry salted fish.
Over time, word-of-mouth place names like Salted Fish Alley and Stinky Fish Alley emerged.
No. 18, Xianyu Lane, is an old-fashioned Shikumen building with two ordinary upper rooms, plus a wing room, and an attic of more than ten square meters.
This was previously a contact point for the Secret Service and now serves as a safe house for the Special Operations Forces.
At this time, the lights were still on in the house.
Under the light, there is an Eight Immortals table, with a scrawled hand-drawn map spread on the table.
This is what Jiang Bin just drew.
Xu Siqi stared at it for a while, then suddenly said: "Are you sure that the corridor extends all the way to the north?"
"Sure." Jiang Bin replied.
"What brand is that metal cabinet?"
What he just saw was still very fresh in his memory. Jiang Bin recalled it for a while, picked up a pencil and wrote a string of English letters, and said: "It may not be right. I took a photo of the trademark, and the photo will be available the day after tomorrow."
"siemens?"
Xu Siqi said: "If my guess is correct, the metal cabinet should be a switching cabinet."
"What is a switch?"
"It's a power distribution cabinet dedicated to the telephone office room."
Xu Siqi picked up a pencil and wrote the place names one by one on the drawings drawn by Jiang Bin according to the rough proportions of the buildings on the ground.
When the pen tip reached the end of the corridor, he paused for a moment, and his expression gradually became serious.
Jiang Bin asked: "What's wrong?"
Xu Siqi said nothing and wrote five words at the end of the corridor: Concession Telephone Office.
The Public Settlement Telephone Exchange is also located on Sanma Road, about fifty meters away from Yihe Cotton Factory.
The end of the corridor is almost underneath the telephone exchange.
In the basement of Yihe Cotton Factory, everything else is secondary, the most important thing is the corridor.
Through Jiang Bin's description, Xu Siqi almost dared to conclude that the Japanese's ultimate goal was the public concession telephone exchange.
If it is more precise, it is the computer room of the telephone exchange.