As soon as the fat man told him to order, Lao Chen immediately understood and nodded in praise.
"Lian Zongwang considers issues very carefully. He even thought of things like the residue in his stomach. He is indeed an expert."
Lao Chen kept shaking his head and said.
"It seems that this matter is not simple. Why would a deputy police chief fake his death? Now this inference is limited to the three of us and is not allowed to be spread. Come down and continue the investigation!"
Chief Ma said solemnly to Old Chen and Fatty.
When the two heard the words, they immediately made a solemn statement and would not let anyone know about it. Before Chief Ma made the announcement, he would feel stuffy in his stomach.
The three of them figured out the general outline of the matter, and drove away from Ninghai Road without staying at the detention center.
"Next, Lao Chen will go to the police station and start with the normal process of the case and get more background information. I will check the files of the Secret Service. Fatty will go to restaurants and other places, such as post offices and banks, to check more carefully..."
On the way back in the car, Ma Xiaoguang assigned Lao Chen and Fatty their respective tasks.
Lao Chen and Fatty got off the car at the Second District Bureau, and Ma Xiaoguang drove to Caodu Lane.
"Hey, isn't this Team Leader Ma? Is he discharged from the hospital?"
As soon as I arrived at the copywriting unit, I saw Li Zuwen, the head of the copywriting unit, looking at Ma Xiaoguang with a smile on his face while holding a tea cup.
"Oh, I can't help it. After the last explosion, my head has been buzzing all the time... I guess I'm sick from sitting down."
Ma Xiaoguang shook his head helplessly and said.
"Haha, Team Leader Ma is really working hard."
"I said, Brother Li, you and I shouldn't be so polite, right?"
"It's true that I'm obsessed with you. There's something going on between you and my brother. I'm in agreement, haha... What's the matter? Just say it!"
Li Zuwen laughed and said to Ma Xiaoguang. When Lao Donglai, the clerk who was writing the stock management files, saw this, he immediately changed his expression to respectful.
This "Lord Ma" was a famous bastard in the past, but after being bombed, his head was blown open.
A 180-degree change brought spring-like warmth to everyone in the Secret Service.
This writing stock was originally a Qingshui Yamen. Grandma didn't care about it, and my uncle didn't love it. But now that Mr. Ma has the advantage, he can actually think of writing stock writing!
This was rare since the establishment of the Secret Service, so the cynical Chief Li, who was usually irritating the sky and the earth, greeted Chief Ma with an unprecedented smile.
Within a few minutes, a portfolio was placed in front of Ma Xiaoguang.
"Sir Ma, this is Lian Zongwang's file, but it is a confidential file like his. It cannot be borrowed, photographed, or copied. It can only be consulted in the archives... Forgive me, sir!"
Lao Donglai said anxiously to Chief Ma while holding a cup of brewed Pu'er tea.
"Of course the rules must be followed. I just want to see if I'm not ordered to investigate Lian Zongwang's case. Is Brother Li here to supervise me?"
Ma Xiaoguang joked while taking the teacup handed over by Lao Donglai.
"Look what you said, the New Year is approaching, there are many things, and there are rules...I won't accompany you, Brother Ma. Xiao Lao is here to serve. You can give him any orders."
Li Zuwen laughed and walked away with his teacup in his arms.
Ma Xiaoguang smiled and shook his head, thinking to himself, the head of the family, MISS Liu, is indeed capable. While performing important tasks, he can also handle the New Year matters in an orderly manner. It is really amazing!
It seems that even the writing department has received Chinese New Year bonuses, and other departments must also be in place. It seems that everyone is going to have a good New Year again.
It's a pity that this is the last peaceful year of the Republic of China!
Ma Xiaoguang sat down, and Lao Donglai took two steps back and stood opposite Ma Xiaoguang without saying a word. He stood at attention and stared at the case files on the table.
There was no way, this was a rule. There was no surveillance in those years, and file management personnel must be present when accessing secrets to prevent violations.
"Lian Zongwang, whose real name is Zong Duanben, is from Quancheng, Qilu Province. He was born in the 28th year of Guangxu's reign..."
In front of Ma Xiaoguang was Lian Zongwang's true identity file, which also contained an ID photo.
"My parents died young... graduated from the Jinmen Police Training Institute... joined the Secret Service in the 23rd year of the Republic of China."
After reading the file, Ma Xiaoguang was thoughtful. He closed his eyes and memorized it carefully, then read it again. After checking that it was accurate, he returned the file to Lao Donglai.
After coming out of the writing section and returning to his office, as soon as he reached the door, he saw the fat man running towards him in a hurry.
"Sir, something has been discovered!"
The fat man came over in a hurry and said, holding a file bag.
"Sure enough, you don't know if you don't check. Will you be shocked if you check?"
Ma Xiaoguang smiled at the fat man and opened the office door as he spoke.
"Yes, in the past two years, Lian Zongwang has opened several accounts under the pseudonym Li Wanhai. Old Chen found many withdrawal receipts in the secret compartment of Lian Zongwang's office desk."
"Old Chen and the others followed this line and checked, and unexpectedly every once in a while, sometimes a month, sometimes a quarter, Li Wanhai's account will receive a remittance or transfer!"
"There are still money in many accounts now, Jinling Bank has the most."
The fat man followed him into the office and reported in a low voice.
"Oh? Where is the transfer?"
"There are private names, there are also trading companies...in short, there are all kinds of names."
"Well, it seems there is something going on here, and I'm embarrassing you. Isn't it a bit overwhelming to check these things?" Chief Ma said to the fat man with a smile.
"No, when I look at these numbers, I feel a little overwhelmed. You are right, there are specialties in the arts!" The fat man sighed.
"It just so happens that Xiao Lu and the others are pretty busy with the interrogation of Tozawa Yota and Zheng Shangping. Let him do the paperwork. We should go out and run around."
"The relationship is good. It's not that I can't do this job, but it's a bit taxing on my hair and a lot of it will fall out..."
When Fatty Commander Ma said this, he suddenly laughed. Xiao Lu and the others were better at these detailed tasks, and so could Lao Ning. Unfortunately, Lao Ning had gone to Chongqing.
When they arrived at the big office, they handed over the investigation of the organization and personal background of Lian Zongwang's transfer to Xiao Lu, and the two left Jigo Alley.
The two of them didn't drive and walked leisurely on the street.
"Now the matter is basically clear. During the interrogation, Zong Wang gave him the key to the shackles while he was being detained, and then arranged to make Song Zhao a scapegoat!" Ma Xiaoguang whispered to the fat man.
"Then how do we close the case? Or continue the investigation?"
"Don't close the case. I think there's something else going on here. I feel like there's an invisible thread here..."
"how?"
"Why do you think Lian Zongwang faked his death? Was something exposed and he had to die? Or something else?"
"I'm afraid I have to die!" the fat man muttered.
"Yes! What we need to investigate next is why Lian Zongwang faked his death? Is there anything behind this?"
Ma Xiaoguang said to the fat man, as if he was emphasizing this point to himself.
Once your thoughts are settled, other things will be easier to handle.
The special operations team's early tasks have now come to an end, and their manpower has gradually begun to be withdrawn. Chief Ma and Fatty can concentrate on investigating the main doubts.
"Then what should we check next?"
"Next, we only need to do one thing, find Lian Zongwang."
"Jinling is so big, and Huaxia is so big, how can we find it? Moreover, Lian Zongwang has a careful plan, so I'm afraid it won't be easy to find!"
"It's quite difficult, but I think it's very likely that Lian Zongwang is still in Jinling."
Ma Xiaoguang said thoughtfully, with some uncertainty in his tone.
"I get it! Money!"
The fat man's mind was spinning very fast, and he suddenly understood.
"Yes, you checked the accounts. Many of them still have money, especially Jinling Bank, because local banks like Jinling Bank cannot accept money."
"We can only wait and wait?"
"Otherwise, what should we do? There are millions of people in Jinling City. Where can we find him? And I guess we can probably find him."
After talking for a while, Chief Ma's tone became more and more certain.
After confirming the plan, the two went to No. 65 Hubei Road to change clothes, and asked Xiao Lu to contact various banks. The two elites came to Jinling Bank in Xinjiekou.
Despite their special status, Chief Ma and Fatty had no intention of squatting inside the counter. Besides, there were iron railings inside, so even Zong Wang couldn't catch him.
Therefore, the method is very simple. Just tell the three tellers in charge of cash and pay attention to the people who come to withdraw money.
It doesn't matter if it's Zong Wang himself, most of the people who come to withdraw money will be related to him.
Once it is discovered that Lian Zongwang has come to withdraw money, he only needs to complete the business and put up a "suspension of business" sign.
Even if everything is arranged well, even though it’s the New Year, everything can’t go as planned.
Ma Xiaoguang and Fatty stayed at Jinling Bank for two days but did not see the target.
"Master, are you not coming anymore? Lian Zongwang is an old ghost. Will he be stupid enough to throw himself into a trap?" In the VIP room, the fat man asked with some uncertainty.
"I think he will definitely come!" Ma Xiaoguang's tone was very certain.
"Although people die for wealth and birds die for food, this is not a crime, right?"
"That's not necessarily true. Some people want money rather than their lives."
Chief Ma said with a smile.
As he was talking, he heard a cough outside, and then the bank manager Xiang knocked on the door and said: "Master Senpo's deposit certificate will be processed soon. Please come over and sign..."
This was the agreed code, and Li Wanhai appeared.
Hearing this, Ma Xiaoguang and Fatty stood up slowly and walked to the cash counter, ready to sign.
Next to him was a middle-aged man wearing a top hat, with some gray hair, a sallow complexion, and a sickly look on his face.
"Withdraw money, take it all out..."
The man said weakly and gently placed the deposit receipt on the counter.
"Okay, Mr. Li, do you need to cancel your account?" the teller asked.
"No need to close the account, just withdraw money and leave a few cents in the account."
The middle-aged man pondered for a moment and said.
The withdrawal was quickly processed, and Ma Xiaoguang also signed the deposit receipt.
The teller put up a wooden sign that said "Closed."
Ma Xiaoguang did not raise his head and still went about his business.
The fat man dodged and followed him out.
