Ma Yishou is always late.
This is the 'prerogative' of the inspector and deputy inspector.
However, when Jin Kemu was the patrol leader, he was rarely late.
When you become the deputy chief inspector, you are usually not late.
Only Ma Yishou 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 different from you bunch of bastards.
Ma Yishou was holding a piece of fried food wrapped in oil paper in one hand and eating it while walking.
He pinched out two fried sticks with three fingers and put them into his mouth. His mouth was filled with oil, and his face showed an expression of enjoyment and satisfaction.
There was a patrolman from the third patrol standing by the window. Seeing that Lao Ma was eating so deliciously, even if he had already eaten breakfast, he could not help but drool.
"Watching the old horse eat is just an appetizer."
"Hey, if nothing else, Lao Ma has 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 Ma Yishou down to the third patrol, they felt that the dark clouds above their heads had dispersed and the sky was sunny.
"What a 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 cursed 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, "Lao Ma'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 inspection.
"Mr. Jin is so kind, Qianfan is so grateful." Cheng Qianfan looked surprised and grateful, and stood up to salute.
"Sit down, sit down." Jin Kemu said with a smile on his face, "We, uncle and nephew, don't be polite. I have always treated you like He Guan."
"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 Vice President Jin's patrol instructions.
Jin Kemu also looked serious 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 was nearly five feet six inches (190cm) tall, with a strong body and broad bones. He stood at the door, blocking the sunlight from the corridor window.
"Hello, Second Lieutenant Pitt." Jin Kemu greeted the other party.
Peter, 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 get a tattoo." 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. .
"Please help yourself."
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 said nothing and 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 and then up the stairs to an office on the left side of the third floor.
"You, get out." Peter pointed at his Chinese subordinates, "Don't let anyone steal the nails."
…
After the man walked out and closed the door, he heard his footsteps walking away a few steps.
Peter laughed and hugged Cheng Qianfan, who was also smiling.
"Haha, Qianfan, my friend, you never imagined that I am back, the handsome and unrestrained Peter is back, and the scenery in the Far East is even more beautiful because of Peter's return."
"When did you come back? I thought you wouldn't come back if you returned to France."
Two people were communicating in French.
"I came back last week. Uncle Silva said that you went to Hangzhou. It's a pity that you can't enjoy the fresh foie gras I brought back from France."
"Do 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're still 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."
"Excuse me."
"At about 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." 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?"
Peter seemed to be relieved when he heard Cheng Qianfan say that there was someone else who could prove it.
"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 police station and 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 an alibi.
The French Concession authorities can breathe a sigh of relief, as this can 'perfectly' remove any suspicion.
He could even further speculate that the official information would conceal his testimony about why He Guan 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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