Chapter 579 Disinfectant Water
Peter is a French senior police officer. French lives are naturally more precious than Chinese ones, and French wards are much more upscale than Chinese wards.
The senior ward of the French police officer in the police hospital is a spacious single room with white walls and ceiling. Even the bed is much larger.
Have beautiful bedside tables.
There is a small lamp on the bedside table.
There is also a wheelchair next to a bookshelf. When the sun is nice, you can sit in the wheelchair and read newspapers.
Even the escort’s bed is a top-quality spring bed, covered with thick bedding, so you don’t have to worry about getting uncomfortable when you sleep on it.
There is also a wardrobe that is not too big, but is barely enough.
There is also a desk with a vase on the desk and flowers in the vase.
There was even an accordion.
When Cheng Qianfan arrived, he saw Mr. Pitt lying on the bed, looking at Linda with his affectionate eyes, and reciting love poems in an exaggerated aria tone.
Ms. Linda responded coldly.
However, Cheng Qianfan keenly caught a hint of soft affection in Linda's cold eyes when she looked at Peter.
His arrival changed everything.
Linda snorted coldly, and the trace of affection in her eyes disappeared immediately.
"I will never forgive you this time." Mrs. Pitt picked up her small bag, said hello to Inspector Cheng and went out.
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"It has nothing to do with me." Cheng Qianfan looked at Peter's resentful eyes and quickly clarified, "Obviously it was you who made Linda angry. I came to visit you out of kindness. You can't retaliate and beat me up."
"If I had Mr. Zhu Bajie's rake, I would beat you to death." Pete said bitterly.
Cheng Qianfan smiled unkindly and said, "Why did you offend Linda?"
If it had been anyone else, nine times out of ten he would have been too shameless to tell anyone, but Lieutenant Pitt didn't mind at all and told him frankly with a somewhat triumphant look.
“You mean, Miss Kate was bumped into by Linda when she came to visit you in the afternoon?” Cheng Qianfan asked in a slightly cheerful tone.
You are gloating about your misfortune!
Peter glared at Cheng Qianfan.
“Speak quickly.” Cheng Qianfan urged.
"No, Linda saw the lipstick mark on my neck after Kate left." Pete corrected seriously, "Of course, the lipstick mark may not have been left by Kate."
“Which other ladies or ladies have come to visit you?” Cheng Qianfan asked curiously.
The names of several ladies and ladies came out of Peter's mouth.
Seeing that Peter was not ashamed but proud, Cheng Qianfan sneered.
Then he looked surprised, "Don't you dislike the young lady from Mr. Fandel's family?"
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Fander is a Dutch businessman. His second daughter Anita once pursued Peter. However, Peter did not like single eyelids, which made the girl with single eyelids very sad.
“Anita came to the hospital for a follow-up visit. Thanks to advanced medicine, Anita has become a beautiful girl with double eyelids.” Pete said proudly.
Obviously, he is quite proud that a girl is willing to perform eye plastic surgery on him.
“This girl is blind, but she actually falls in love with you and is willing to take risks for you.” Cheng Qianfan glanced at Pete and said a little sourly.
Peter whistled triumphantly.
Medical plastic surgery may seem scary at first, but it is not uncommon in Shanghai.
Shanghai Progress Book Company had previously printed and distributed "Artificial Cosmetology" with the words "Women must carry it" printed on it. Many ladies and ladies secretly studied and read this book.
Shenbao, Jingbao, Zilinxibao and other major newspapers have published and sold advertisements for medical plastic surgery:
“Since ancient times, beauty must be ‘natural’. However, due to the development of medicine and the prosperity of science, it can be created ‘artificially’ to a certain extent: this is the so-called ‘cosmetic medicine’.”
So Cheng Qianfan was not particularly surprised when he heard that Miss Anita had double eyelid surgery.
What he was slightly curious about was, "When did the police hospital establish a department of plastic surgery?"
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“It’s not a department set up by the hospital.” Pete said, “According to Anita, it seems that a surgeon with a high level of skills is temporarily staying in the hospital.”
“Send it to the hostel?” Cheng Qianfan asked.
"Yes, that's what it means." Pete thought for a while, then understood the meaning of the word and nodded.
Sending the museum, Langzhong Zhou parade, when he arrived in a certain place, he lived in a local medical museum, with his peer medical exchanges and diagnosis and treatment of patients.
“Is this a Chinese doctor?” Cheng Qianfan asked, with a flash of contempt in his expression.
“China also has surgeons with superb medical skills.” Pete said with a frown.
He is a person who loves his country and is extremely proud of the powerful French Republic. Although he also looks down upon China's backwardness, he can't stand it when he sees that Cheng Qianfan has always despised and disliked his motherland. .
Cheng Qianfan sneered, "I don't believe Anita would approve of a Chinese doctor operating on her. This doctor must have drank foreign ink."
"I don't know!" Peter said dissatisfiedly, raising his tone, "I don't have time to care about this."
As he said that, he looked at Cheng Qianfan, "You came to visit me, didn't you just come to quarrel with me?"
"I came to the hospital if I had something to do. I stopped by to see you." Cheng Qianfan took out his cigarette case, popped a cigarette out and put it in his mouth. When he felt for a match in his pocket, he remembered that this was the ward, so he took it out of his mouth angrily. Drop the cigarette.
“I feel relieved that you look good.” Cheng Qianfan held a cigarette in his hand and scratched his temples with his little finger, “I’ll see you another day.”
“Hey, hey, hey, leave the cigarettes.” Peter looked at the cigarettes held between Cheng Qianfan’s fingers eagerly, “Linda confiscated all my cigarettes.”
Without saying a word, Cheng Qianfan took out another unopened pack of cigarettes from his pocket and threw it on the bedside table.
“Matches,” said Peter again, “and my lighter was confiscated.”
“Cigarettes are okay.” Cheng Qianfan shook his head, “Fire is not okay.”
As he spoke, he ignored the furious Peter and left the ward directly.
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Taisdelang Road.
Cheng Qianfan locked the door to the outer room.
Enter the bedroom.
Also lock the bedroom door.
Take out the radio station from the dark room.
Take out your carry gun, put it on the table, turn off the safety, and put a spare magazine aside.
After carefully checking the radio station, he put on his earphones and prepared to send the message.
He was sending a report to the northwest Yanzhou headquarters to solemnly report the arrest and sacrifice of Comrade Yu Zheliu.
eaten。
The telegraph traveled across thousands of mountains and rivers, from the banks of the Huangpu River to the Loess Plateau.
After sending the report, he took off his earphones. Cheng Qianfan’s expression was so sad.
Sending this report, for him, was nothing more than recalling the sacrifice of Comrade "Mai Zi".
Watching his comrades being killed by the enemy in front of his eyes, or even being sacrificed in a pit he dug himself, was an inhuman torture for Comrade Huo Miao.
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Yanzhou.
Comrade Lu Wenhua received the telegram and immediately recognized that it was a call from the mysterious comrade from Shanghai. He carefully put the telegram into his briefcase and immediately walked towards a cave dwelling.
The oil lamp in the cave was still on. Lu Wenhua opened the door curtain and came in, and saw a figure writing at his desk.
“Comrade ‘Farmer’, calling from Shanghai.”
Comrade ‘Farmer’ took the message with both hands. Under the dim light of the oil lamp, his face looked a little tired.
Comrade "Farmer" pushed up his glasses and glanced at Comrade Lu Wenhua. The latter understood immediately, turned around and exited the cave dwelling.
Soon, the message was translated.
Comrade ‘Farmer’ took off his glasses, lowered his head, and mourned in silence for the sacrifice of this young comrade he had never met. His heart was filled with sadness.
From the telegram of "Huo Miao", he could truly imagine the sacrifice process of Comrade "Mai Zi".
What a good comrade.
Such a young life!
Comrade ‘Farmer’ put on his glasses. He held the telegram in his hands and read it carefully.
Through the lines of the telegram, he could feel how painful, sad and guilty Comrade Huo Miao felt in his heart.
Half an hour later.
Shanghai, Taisdelang Road.
Cheng Qianfan received a call back from Comrade Huo Miao of the Yanzhou headquarters:
“Comrade Huo Miao, I am informed by this call that Comrade Maizi’s sacrifice is very regrettable!
He is not alone!
Cheng Qianfan held the translated message in his hands and remained silent.
He drew a match, lit the message, and gently put it into the brazier.
Watching the message quickly burn into ashes, his eyes flickered with a strong gaze.
It is the light of faith!
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"Come back so late, smelling of alcohol, where did you go to drink?" Bai Ruolan complained as she fanned herself, frowning and taking Cheng Qianfan's briefcase.
“What I drank in the afternoon still tasted like nothing.” Cheng Qianfan said impatiently, “I went to the police hospital to visit Pete in the evening, it was all business.”
"I didn't say anything." Bai Ruolan muttered and rolled her eyes at her husband.
The door is closed and bolted.
Walked more than ten steps.
Cheng Qianfan hugged his wife immediately.
"Qianfan, what's wrong?" Bai Ruolan asked worriedly, a little scared.
“Don’t move, I’ll hug you, just like this.” Cheng Qianfan hugged his wife, sniffing the scent of soap locust in his wife’s hair, and whispered, “It feels so peaceful.”
Bai Ruolan stood there motionless, her hands gently hugging him, first hugging him tightly, and then gently patting her husband's back.
“Ruolan.”
"kindness."
“Ruolan.”
"kindness."
Cheng Qianfan didn’t say anything anymore, and the two of them hugged each other.
…
Bai Ruolan left the food.
It has been kept warm on the stove, just right.
Cheng Qianfan quickly ate his supper and chatted with his wife for a while.
At this time, there was nothing unusual about his face, and he could even tell a few jokes and make his wife giggle.
"I'm going to the study. You should go to bed early." Cheng Qianfan said softly.
“I understand.” Bai Ruolan smiled.
When her husband went up the stairs, he heard a cat meowing, and then the sound of the study door closing. The smile on Bai Ruolan's face faded, and she looked worriedly in the direction of the stairs.
She didn't know what happened today, but Bai Ruolan, who was attentive and sensitive, could feel that her husband was in a very low mood and could feel the sadness in her heart.
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The cigarette in Cheng Qianfan's hand was spinning like a rolled rubber band.
The cat was lying on the window sill, seemingly asleep and purring.
The purr is not loud and has a measured tone.
Cheng Qianfan put the cigarette into his mouth, lit it with a match.
Take a gentle breath and exhale the smoke through the filtration of the nasal cavity and lung cavity.
The snoring cat raised its eyelids and glanced at him, then continued to sleep with its eyes closed. The purring seemed to be lighter.
Cheng Qianfan fell into deep thought.
He took out a few cigarettes from the cigarette case and placed them on the desk in sequence.
Each cigarette represents a clue, and it’s like playing a movie in his mind. Every time a clue is ‘played’, he gently rolls a cigarette aside:
Someone from the Special High School went to the police hospital, and it may even be Sanbonjiro himself.
Someone asked for news about him. He had a Northern accent and the smell of disinfectant on his banknotes. He took a rickshaw and got off at the police hospital.
Cheng Qianfan frowned as he was thinking about the situation at the police hospital tonight.
He could be sure that when he entered the room of the 'injured man', no one was watching around him.
What does this mean?
It shows that Araki Harima came in a hurry with his men.
The bait has been set out in advance, but the angler is not there.
This is unusual.
Cheng Qianfan gently moved a cigarette. He remembered the small disinfectant mark on Araki Harima's cuffs, and he had a guess -
Araki Harima was delayed by other things at the time, so he temporarily arranged for one of his men to pretend to be the injured, and he arrived later.
Where was Araki Harima at that time?
What to do?
Or meeting someone?
The disinfectant water was contaminated at that time.
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kindness?
Cheng Qianfan recalled what Araki Harima said. Araki Harima said that he did not have high expectations for catching the murderer through that method.
What does this mean?
There are two possibilities. One is that Araki Harima knew that the success rate of this method was not high. This was a stupid way to wait and wait.
But, no matter what, a stupid solution is still a solution, and it is worth trying.
There is another possibility that Araki Harima himself did not intend to take this approach. He received the order temporarily and made the arrangements hastily.
Cheng Qianfan pushed the cigarette away. He was inclined to guess the latter.
Araki Harima should have received the order suddenly and then hastily designed arrangements.
How was this order conveyed to Araki Harima?
Telephone?
Or other ways.
Who did the order come from?
There is a high probability that he is the director of the Special Higher Education Course, Sanbonjiro.
Just—Cheng Qianfan thought of the guess in his mind, who might Araki Harima have met before?
Is it possible that this person gave an order to Araki Harima on a temporary basis?
Then the problem comes again.
Who is this person who can directly give orders to Araki Harima?
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Cheng Qianfan rubbed his temples. So many messy thoughts were constantly tumbling in his mind, which made him feel a headache.
Sanbonjiro?
Hospital.
Banknotes—disinfectant water—hospital.
Araki Harima.
Disinfectant water.
Cheng Qianfan felt that a thread in his mind became clearer and clearer, as if it was within reach:
Disinfectant water!
He grasped the key to these clues—
Disinfectant water!
At the same time, he thought of a few words from the chat between himself and Peter...
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