Meng Shaoyuan felt that he was very humiliated this time. He had to find someone to express his anger.
That bullshit "iron wall" Jun Nojima is the best person to vent his anger on.
However, this guy hid himself pretty well.
A lot of Japanese were arrested, but they were all minor players. They were interrogated again and again, but their whereabouts were never found.
There isn't even a photo or portrait of him.
I don’t even know what he looks like, how can I catch him?
The only useful clue was provided by Norito Kuroki. This person likes to listen to operas, and has delayed tasks because of them.
Based on this alone, there is no way to catch him?
Meng Shaoyuan looked like he was not in a hurry to catch Nojima Jun.
I took Li Zhifeng and Ding Wenrui to a restaurant to have lunch and drink some wine.
According to military regulations, drinking during work is strictly prohibited.
But this family law is useless to him, Master Meng.
Restaurants and teahouses are often important sources of information.
Sometimes, a casual word from an unknown customer can implicate a case.
Some time ago, in a teahouse in Chengdu, a guest said that while staying in the hotel, the two children next door started crying for no apparent reason, especially the boy who was born with a loud voice. The father of the child was so beaten.
The child kept crying more and more, and he finally calmed down after being noisy for most of the night.
When I woke up in the morning, I heard the father of the child next door asking the store to help find a doctor. He said that he had been brutally beaten last night and had dislocated his little daughter's arm.
When he said this, there happened to be a shrewd policeman nearby, and he paid attention as soon as he heard it.
After listening, he asked for the location of the hotel and led the people there.
As a result, the individual trafficker was really caught.
Both children were abducted by him and they agreed to trade in Chengdu.
Someone asked how the police guessed that it was a trafficker.
The policeman said that it is natural for parents to beat their children, but the one who had seen such a severe beating was still against his own daughter.
It was obviously the "son" who made the noise with his loud voice, but why was it the daughter who was beaten the worst in the end?
Because in the eyes of human traffickers, boys are valuable, and they are afraid that if they are broken, they will not be able to sell for a good price.
This is the information obtained from the teahouse.
Hotels and teahouses are not only the places that the police are most interested in, but the spies are also very interested in these places.
Meng Shaoyuan is no exception.
In the hotel, what guests talked about most was the disaster in Henan.
Some people obviously just heard about it, but everyone seemed to have seen it with their own eyes.
Others are talking about the situation in Myanmar, the dynamics of the domestic battlefield, giving advice and scolding Fang Qiu, all of them are like the best military commanders.
There's no particularly useful information.
"Hey, Mr. De, are you here?"
At this moment, a guy with a sinister face walked in.
The waiter immediately greeted me enthusiastically.
This "Master De" looks like a gangster at first glance.
"Master De, are you still the same?"
"Old location, same old way."
Mr. De is also a regular visitor here. He has his own special place, and many people know him. As soon as they saw him coming in, several customers greeted him.
"Master De, I have a relative who committed something minor." A guest walked up to Master De and handed him a cigarette: "He just stole something and was caught. His family wants to get him out. Is he willing to spend the money to get him out?" This amount."
Mr. De glanced at his hand: "I know, just wait at home."
"Hey, thank you Master De, thank you Master De."
Meng Shaoyuan and Li Zhifeng both showed knowing smiles.
This person specializes in helping people make peace.
Such people have existed in all dynasties.
I know people from all walks of life, and they can indeed help others solve some problems.
But it doesn’t matter whether it’s successful or not, there are fees.
"Master De, I haven't seen you for a few days. What have you been busy with recently?" asked a familiar customer.
"My Master De, I am born to be busy." Master De ate a peanut and said, "No, there is a big disaster in Henan. Everyone is thinking about donating money and materials, but there must be a leader. Isn't this recommended? I."
"Hey, Mr. De, that's a great charity. How's that going in Henan?"
"It's miserable, it's miserable." Mr. De seemed to have seen it with his own eyes: "The government department wanted to organize a disaster relief team to go to Henan. I was originally invited, but there are so many things in Chongqing waiting for me to deal with. Where can I go, Mr. De? I can’t find the time, so I can only push it.”
Meng Shaoyuan and Li Zhifeng looked at each other and smiled.
This cowhide is really big.
Since Mr. De said this, the guests next to him naturally showered him with compliments, saying that Mr. De had great reputation and the government needed him.
"Master De, are there any interesting stories recently?" someone asked again.
"Don't tell me, it really happened." Mr. De took a sip of wine and said, "Last night, there was a murder case on Guard Street. Four members of the family were all dead."
"Ah, really?"
"It's not true. I just came back from there." Mr. De shook his head repeatedly: "It's tragic. All four people were killed with one knife. They were wiped from the throat and they were gone. Two children, one was eight years old and the other was dead. Only four years old.”
There was an exclamation in the tavern.
"What kind of hatred is this? Can you carry out such a vicious attack?"
"Isn't this just an enemy seeking revenge?"
"It's about money." Mr. De shook his head repeatedly: "The owner of this family did business in the early years, and I heard that he did well. He only had a few money in his hand, but all the valuable things in his house were gone."
"The thief with poisonous hands! It's the thief with poisonous hands!"
The restaurant manager had been listening with interest, and when he heard this, he suddenly cried out.
Master De also changed his expression: "Yes, why didn't I think of this person?"
"Shopkeeper, who is the vicious thief?"
"Hey, you are young and have never heard this person's name."
The shopkeeper sighed: "That was during the Guangxu period. There was a big thief in our area. People say that thieves also have their own ways, seeking wealth without killing people. But this big thief is different. Wherever he has been, he must have killed people. Silence.
He stayed in Chongqing for a year and robbed fourteen houses in total. Each time, he was afraid that someone would see his true face, so he killed and silenced each time, leaving no trace of the victims.
That year in Chongqing, he was so disturbed that he kept a night watcher even when sleeping. Everyone gave him a nickname, 'The Thief with Poisonous Hands'. The government searched for him everywhere, but they couldn't catch him. "
"and after?"
"Later, he disappeared inexplicably. Some said he was killed by the heroes from Qingcheng Mountain, some said he was trapped and killed by the government, and some said he ran away to Nanyang with the stolen money and lived a life of The days of great wealth are over.”
Mr. De murmured: "Don't be afraid. After he has spent all his money, he has come back to harm Chongqing, right? No, no, I have to go back first."
He actually left as soon as he said he would.
No checkout required.
However, he didn't know that as soon as he left, three guests also got up and followed him quietly!
