Chapter 127: Questions from the Political Department (asking for monthly votes and recommendation votes)
Ma Yishou is always late.
This is the ‘privilege’ of the inspector and deputy inspector.
However, when Jin Kemu was the inspector, he was rarely late.
When you become the deputy chief inspector, you will usually not be late.
Ma Yishou is the only one who has always been very dedicated. Ever since he became the deputy inspector, he has rarely been late.
In Lao Ma’s words, when you become an official, you have to be somewhat different from you bunch of bastards.
Ma Yishou was holding a pan-fried pancake wrapped in oil paper in one hand and eating it while walking.
Pinch out two fried sticks with three fingers and put them into your mouth. Your mouth will be full of oil while eating, with an expression of enjoyment and satisfaction on your face.
There were three patrol officers standing by the window. Seeing the old horse eating so deliciously, even if he had already eaten breakfast, his mouth would inevitably water.
“Watching the old horse eat is an appetizer.”
“Hey, if nothing else, I have a really good appetite.”
"A good appetite means good health." Datou Lu joked, "Lao Ma's body is stable enough to marry three concubines."
These patrol officers were also in a good mood. Miyamoto Saburo's case was taken over by the Political Division. From the third patrol to the guard down, they felt that the dark clouds above their heads had dispersed and the sky was clear.
“What bastard!” Ma Yishou suddenly jumped to his feet and cursed.
Everyone was astonished. Just now, a basketball flew diagonally downwards. Lao Ma managed to avoid the ball with a beautiful lower back. Then he straightened his back and was able to curse so vigorously.
This old waist is really good.
…
“Ma Tou’s waist is bad again?” Cheng Qianfan looked surprised.
"That's right." Jin Kemu sighed, "The old horse's waist has been ailing for a long time, so the official duties of the third patrol will be more tiring for you when you are young."
Cheng Qianfan understood what Jin Kemu meant, which was to support him in using his position as deputy inspector to control the power of the third inspector.
“Mr. Jin is so kind, Qianfan is so grateful.” Cheng Qianfan looked surprised and grateful, and stood up to salute.
"Sit, sit, sit." Jin Kemu said with a smile on his face, "We, uncle and nephew, don't be polite. I have always treated you as if you were nothing to do with each other."
“Thank you, Uncle Jin.” Cheng Qianfan said movedly.
“Qianfan, someone from the Political Department will ask you something soon.” Jin Kemu said with a smile.
“Someone from the Political Department?” Cheng Qianfan asked in surprise.
“Well, what can you say? It’s nothing serious, just a routine inquiry.” Jin Kemu gave Cheng Qianfan a deep look.
“Yes, Mr. Jin.” Cheng Qianfan said with a serious expression.
asshole.
He cursed in his mind. Strictly speaking, He Guan had brought him trouble.
It wasn’t that he had any problem with He Guan killing a Japanese. The more Japanese pirates died, the better. It was because He Guan did things too roughly.
If it were Cheng Qianfan, he would have at least a dozen ways to kill Saburo Miyamoto silently.
…
bang bang bang.
There was a knock on the door of Jin Kemu's office.
Cheng Qianfan immediately stood up from his seat, quickly adjusted his police uniform, looked at his nose and mouth, and acted as if he was respectfully listening to Deputy General Jin's patrol instructions.
Jin Kemu also had a serious face and cleared his throat, "Please come in."
A young Western man came in, followed by a Chinese detective.
China Tanmu smiled sarcastically at Jin Kemu.
The young foreign man is nearly five feet six inches (190cm) tall, with a strong body and broad bones. He stands at the door, blocking the sunlight from the corridor window.
“Hello, Second Lieutenant Pitt.” Jin Kemu greeted the other party.
Pete, deputy squad leader of the investigation team of the French Concession Political Office, retired with the rank of second lieutenant in the French Army.
"Hello, Jin, I heard that Cheng is here, and I asked him to tattoo his brother." Peter said, his Chinese accent a little unclear.
However, it is already very good. You must know that these Europeans and Americans in the concession, especially the French who think they are the best in Europe and the English who think they are the best in the world, have always looked down on China. Very few people take the initiative to learn Chinese. .
Peter shrugged, not minding Jin Kemu's cold attitude.
He knew that the person he wanted to investigate was Jin Kemu's nephew, and it was normal for Jin Kemu to have such an attitude.
“Cheng, please.” Peter said coldly towards Cheng Qianfan.
Cheng Qianfan didn't speak. He seemed a little surprised by such a serious situation. He glanced at Jin Kemu and saw Jin Kemu's serious expression and glanced at him.
Peter took Cheng Qianfan for a short distance along the corridor, then up the stairs, and arrived at an office on the left side of the third floor.
"You, get out." Peter pointed at his Chinese men, "Don't let anyone steal the nails."
…
After the man walked out and closed the door, he listened to his footsteps as he walked away a few steps.
Peter laughed and hugged Cheng Qianfan, who was also smiling.
“Haha, Qianfan, my friend, you never expected that I’m back, the handsome Pete is back, and the scenery in the Far East is even more beautiful because of Pete’s return.”
“When did you come back? I thought you wouldn’t come back after you returned to France.”
Two people are communicating in French.
"I came back last week. Uncle Xi Neng said that you went to Hangzhou. It's a pity that you can't enjoy the fresh foie gras I brought back from France."
"You think I will believe it? Let me calculate, if you board the ship from Marseille and cross the ocean, the foie gras will stink halfway." Cheng Qianfan exposed this guy unceremoniously.
"You are as humorless as ever, my friend." Peter shook his head.
"Where is your new wife?" Cheng Qianfan asked, with an exaggerated look on his face, "You won't come back without your new wife, right? Be careful if you have more children next time you return to France."
“Oh, your bad sense of humor, Linda is a good girl, I believe her.” Peter glared at Cheng Qianfan, “She came to Shanghai with me.”
“I’ll be the host another day and treat you and your wife to dinner.” Cheng Qianfan said.
“That’s pretty much it.”
After exchanging pleasantries and reminiscing about old times, Peter's expression became a little more serious.
“Officer Cheng Qianfan, I have a question for you on behalf of the Political Department.”
“Please ask.”
“At around two o’clock yesterday afternoon, was Officer He Guan at your residence with you?”
“Yes.” Cheng Qianfan nodded.
“Are you sure?” Pete asked.
"It should be so." Cheng Qianfan showed a thoughtful expression, "It should not have been three o'clock when He Guan left. Someone saw him when he left. This person can prove it."
As he said that, he asked Peter in surprise, "Did something happen?"
Hearing Cheng Qianfan say that there was someone else who could prove it, Pete seemed to be relieved.
"An ugly Japanese dwarf was killed. Officer He Guan appeared at the scene of the crime for routine investigation." Peter said. Seeing Cheng Qianfan's worried expression, he smiled and said, "Don't worry, I know He Guan Guan is your friend, and he is now cleared of suspicion."
"Peter, thank you." Cheng Qianfan said. From Peter's attitude, he could judge the attitude of the patrol house or even the French Concession authorities towards this matter:
The murder of Saburo Miyamoto must not have anything to do with the patrol in the patrol room.
With Cheng Qianfan’s testimony, especially when it was learned from his mouth that ordinary citizens also testified, He Guan had alibi.
The French Concession authorities can breathe a sigh of relief, as this can "perfectly" eliminate any suspicion.
He could even further speculate that the official information would conceal his testimony as to why he was testifying, and would only talk about ordinary citizens seeing He Guan in his home during that time period. Such testimony would be the most powerful.
After talking about business, Peter and Cheng Qianfan continued to chat for a while.
“My friend, I got some good things back from France.” Peter winked at Cheng Qianfan and said.
Cheng Qianfan had an expression of joy on his face, and his heart was even more excited and joyful than what he showed.
"Where are they? What good stuff are there this time?" He lowered his voice and asked impatiently.
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