Eunuch Qiao hurriedly said: "Detective Xu, you leave. What if this guy runs away?"
Xu Siqi said: "Is there a rope at home?"
"Yes, yes."
"Tie his feet together."
"Yes."
Eunuch Qiao found some hemp rope and tied it very tightly on purpose. Tian Baocheng grinned in pain.
Coming out of the yard, Xu Siqi walked quickly along the street.
His car was parked on South Street.
The journey from North Street to South Street only takes ten minutes at most.
Halfway through, Xu Siqi slowly stopped and stood there thinking for a while, then suddenly turned around and ran back.
Before I could reach the door of Eunuch Qiao's house, I saw a dark figure coming out of the yard in the distance and quickly disappeared into the vast night.
In the room, Tian Baocheng stared wide-eyed and died of anger.
His throat was cut with a knife, and there was a large pool of blood underneath him, winding into a river.
Throwing at his feet was the dagger he had brought.
The dagger was covered in blood.
Eunuch Qiao looked at his head instead of his buttocks. His upper body was hidden under the bed, with the waist down exposed. He was so scared that he shivered into a ball.
Xu Siqi stretched out his hand, pulled him out from under the bed, and asked, "Who is the murderer?"
Eunuch Qiao said in a trembling voice: "I don't know..."
"how does he look like?"
"He's wearing a mask. He shouldn't be very old. He's probably around 17 or 18 years old at most."
Even if you wear a mask, you can roughly judge a person based on his body shape and skin.
This kind of thing does not require special training, as long as you have enough life experience.
Eunuch Qiao, who is over fifty years old, certainly has the ability in this area.
Xu Siqi thought for a while and said: "Did the murderer have no time to kill you, or did he not want to kill you at all?"
"I don't know either... He came in and grabbed the knife, and he stabbed him with his backhand. The guy surnamed Tian didn't even say a word, and he died immediately. Blood spurted all over me. I was so scared that I hurriedly hid under the bed, and then, then
You just came in."
Eunuch Qiao
Xu Siqi sighed inwardly.
His poor thinking led to the murder of an important witness.
Judging from the situation, it's a bit like killing someone and silencing them.
He also felt strange in his heart that even if Tian Baocheng died, he could still find the person familiar with the Li family through this clue.
Is it possible that all those who knew about it could be killed and silenced?
An hour later, a large number of police officers arrived at the scene.
Tian Baocheng's body was sent to the resting room of the hospital. After the forensic doctor completes the autopsy report, his family can be notified to come and claim it.
…
Two days later.
Shiliupu Pier.
A passenger ship was parked by the river. Passengers were lining up to disembark in an orderly manner, carrying suitcases.
More than 20 rickshaws came out of the exit. The drivers stretched their necks and looked at the boat, hoping to find a business that would make a lot of money and not be too far away.
Mu Huaifu also came, wearing a khaki cotton waistcoat, black knickerbockers, and a ragged felt hat, the most common attire of a coachman.
There is a silver badge on his chest.
This is a commemorative medal specially issued by the government to commemorate the tenth anniversary of the birth of Premier Sun.
The other rickshaw drivers pushed forward as much as possible, but Mu Huaifu fell behind at the end. He parked his rickshaw under the Watsons Orange Juice billboard.
The billboard is very eye-catching and can be seen at a glance from the direction of the pier exit.
Among the passengers, there was a middle-aged man wearing a gray cloth gown. He was carrying a rattan box and walked straight towards the billboard.
When he came closer, he glanced at the medal on Mu Huaifu's chest and said, "How much does it cost to get to Jisi Feier Road?"
Mu Huaifu said: "A dime."
The man said: "It's too expensive. Last time I came here, I only had 20 copper coins."
"To build roads in western Shanghai, we have to go around Huacun." Mu Huaifu replied.
The man said nothing more and got into the car with the rattan box.
In fact, roads were being built in the west of Shanghai, but the man's destination was not Jisi Feir Road.
The conversation between the two people is actually a secret code for communication.
Mu Huaifu appears to be a cart puller, but his true identity is actually an intelligence officer of the Shanghai underground party.
About forty minutes later, the rickshaw arrived in front of a house on Sichuan North Road.
Seeing that no one was paying attention, Mu Huaifu took out a key and stuffed it into the man's hand, and whispered: "You go in and rest for a while, I'll be back soon."
The man nodded slightly, unlocked the door and walked in.
Although the room is not big, it is very clean and has basic daily necessities.
The man checked around the rooms and sat down to wait for Mu Huaifu.
Another ten minutes passed, and suddenly the door lock clicked, and Mu Huaifu opened the door and walked in, carrying a bag of steaming steamed buns.
"Don't worry, I know you haven't had lunch. Eat it while it's hot. It won't taste good when it's cold."
Mu Huaifu put the buns on the table and went to the kitchen to get some soy sauce, rice vinegar, and chopsticks.
The man smiled slightly and said: "Don't be in a hurry to eat. Let me introduce myself first. My surname is Feng, Feng Yunlong."
"Hello, Leader Feng, my name is Mu Huaifu, and I am your traffic officer."
"Comrade Mu, thank you for your hard work."
"It's not hard."
"Don't call me leader in the future. We are all revolutionary comrades who share weal and woe."
"OK."
The two shook hands and sat on their chairs.
Feng Yunlong thought for a moment and said, "Is it safe here?"
Mu Huaifu said: "Don't worry. This is my home. After my parents died, I lived alone. Knowing that you were coming, I specially changed the bedding and even the sheets..."
Feng Yunlong waved his hand: "These are not important, the important thing is safety."
"I see."
"What is my relationship with you?"
"Cousin, you came to Shanghai for business and are staying at my house temporarily."
"Where am I from?"
"A native of Northern Jiangsu. He studied at Aurora University in Shanghai in his early years, and later joined General Cai's National Defense Army."
"During the Northern Expedition, I was wounded and discharged from the army in Changsha. I returned to Guangzhou to do business today."
"Yes, you are in the tea business."
Mu Huaifu added.
Feng Yunlong was somewhat relieved.
This time I was ordered to come to Shanghai to lead a sleeper team. No one wanted to see that the traffic officer was a confused Ma Daha.
Mu Huaifu said: "Comrade Feng, let's eat first."
Feng Yunlong was indeed hungry, so he stopped being polite. He took the chopsticks, picked up a bun, dipped it in a little soy sauce, and put the whole bun into his mouth.
Mu Huaifu said in surprise: "Are you eating buns like this?"
Swallowing the buns into his stomach, Feng Yunlong smiled and said: "You don't understand this. Xiaolong buns are only enjoyable if you take one bite..."
Mu Huaifu took the thermos bottle, poured a bowl of hot water and put it on the table.
Feng Binghan took a sip from the bowl and said with emotion: "When I joined the revolution in Shanghai, I thought I would never come back. Unexpectedly, I went around in circles... By the way, have you eaten?"
"I have eaten, I may have eaten, two drawers at a time..." Mu Huaifu replied.
In fact, what he ate was vegetable buns.
Funds for the activities have not been paid yet, so we can only try to save expenses as much as possible, and the food standards have been lowered again and again.
If Feng Yunlong hadn't come this time, he would have been reluctant to buy xiaolongbaozi.