Zhou Sen is just a small patrol officer affiliated with Bingcheng Nangang Police Station. His usual job is to patrol and maintain order in the market. Occasionally, he will handle some small cases involving chickens and dogs.
Murder is a major or important case and is under the jurisdiction of the Criminal Division of the Police Department.
His police rank had just been promoted from sergeant to lieutenant. In theory, he no longer had to go back to the streets to be exposed to the elements.
But the new job has not yet been arranged, and he must continue to be the "inspector".
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Nangang District, Gogol Street (Business Street), at the entrance of a European-style two-story building, a black car parked opposite.
As a patrol officer, he has naturally developed a good eye. He can tell whose car belongs to cars of all sizes driving on Bingcheng Street just by looking at the license plate.
This ability is not innate, it was all taught by the White Russian father who adopted him (with a leather whip). With his ability, on the ground of Ice City, among the patrol officers of the six district police stations, Unique.
A cordon was set up at the door, and the surrounding area was surrounded by police officers armed with live ammunition. These were all members of the Ice City Police Corps.
Zhou Sen and Ye Saner got off a Mercedes-Benz carriage.
Seeing the scene in front of him, he couldn't help but shrink his head. He recognized the car across the road as Lin Dakuan, the investigation director of the Special Agents Section of the National Police Agency. This guy had a big head, usually squinted his eyes, and had a sinister smile. In fact, he was a A hard-core traitor, he is cunning and cunning. He is also nicknamed "Lin Datou", but no one dares to call him in front of him.
The person who died was a Belarusian editor of a newspaper, and he was not a Japanese expatriate. Why did the Secret Service come forward? Zhou Sen's intuition told him that this case was a bit unusual!
When encountering such a case, you should hide whenever you can. Those people in the Special Service Division are not good people. The people of Bingcheng hate them. The "anti-Manchu and anti-Japanese" patriots died in his hands. too much.
Zhou Sen himself didn't like this person very much, and even had a deep dislike for him.
But this Lin Dakuan seems to have a good relationship with his current father, so he has to call him "Uncle Lin" when they meet.
The courtyard door of the small building was suddenly pushed open from the inside, and a group of people wearing black police uniforms came out surrounded by a short middle-aged man wearing a leather windbreaker and a mink hat.
Just like the stars holding the moon.
If you look closely, you can see that this man's head is indeed a bit out of proportion with his body, that is to say, it is a bit big.
With this step of disowning relatives, there is no one else in the police force in Bingcheng except the Special Service Division.
The nickname "Lin Datou" is really worthy of his name.
Zhou Sen subconsciously retracted his outstretched legs, turned around and said, "San'er, didn't you say there was a good mutton noodle restaurant last time? Come on, take me there quickly!"
"Brother, Mr. Akiyama's order requires you to come to the scene of the crime immediately..." Lin San'er, who had such a keen eye, reminded him casually.
Zhou Sen had the urge to strangle this guy to death. How come he hadn't noticed that this guy was lacking in brains before?
Lin Dakuan had already walked over and saw him and Lin San'er, smiling.
"Komori..."
"Oh, Uncle Lin, morning, what a coincidence." Zhou Sen immediately changed his face, tried his best to smile, and walked over in two steps.
People like Lin Dakuan must not be offended. At least until he fully understands his situation, the best way is to "grow in obscenely" first.
"You look so bad, this street is your patrol area, right?" Lin Dakuan was slightly shorter than Zhou Sen, and he raised his chin slightly when he spoke.
"Yes, Uncle Lin, I didn't receive the news from the department and rushed over right away." Zhou Sen hurriedly lowered his head and said.
"I know that you know everything about the people and things in your patrol area. Can you help me analyze how Serkin died?"
"Uncle Lin, you are making things difficult for me. I didn't even see the scene. How do I know how Serkin died?" Zhou Sen said aggrievedly. He only knew that the people living in this small building were from "Songjiang Daily" An editor, but how did this person die? Then he was not a god, how could he guess it?
"How about you go in and investigate. This is also your job. I'll wait for you outside?" Lin Dakuan chuckled, as if he would not leave easily.
"No, Uncle Lin, how can I let you suffer the cold outside? How about you teach me how to survey the scene if you are tired?" Zhou Sen hurriedly complimented. When dealing with Lin Dakuan, you have to be careful and keep it to yourself. It is absolutely impossible for people to survey the scene.
This reaction is really the original instinct. It seems that this kid
"You brat, you can be clever." Lin Dakuan pointed his hand at Zhou Sen, chuckled, turned his head, and ordered coldly, "Don't follow him in. Officer Zhou Sen and I will go in for a while and come out immediately. "
"Yes, Director Lin."
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"There is nothing to see downstairs. The crime scene is upstairs. The body has been transported back to the morgue in the hall. The forensic doctor will conduct further autopsy..." Zhou Sen stepped forward and opened the door. Lin Dakuan walked behind and explained to him. Here comes the case.
"The report was made by the servant of Serkin's family. She made breakfast in the morning and went upstairs to ask the master to come down for dinner. After calling for a long time, there was no response. Then she went upstairs to check and found Serkin dead in bed. He had been stabbed to death."
While talking, the two came to Serkin's bedroom upstairs.
The fireplace in the bedroom has long been turned off, but the room is still much warmer than outside, at least there is no cold wind blowing.
There is a glass on the bedside table. This kind of water glass is usually used for drinking water, but Zhou Sen knows that White Russians like to drink from it.
There was an obvious smell of wine in the room, and it was vodka. The smell was very familiar.
On the bed, the blood stains on the quilt appeared to be splattered, and there was a blood stain under the pillow, which was almost dry. Serkin was obviously in his sleep, and the quilt was lifted off, taking advantage of his unpreparedness...
The scene should not have changed much. Serkin's servants also knew the role of protecting the scene, so they called the police as soon as possible and waited for the police to come to the door.
Lin Dakuan took out a handkerchief, covered his mouth, coughed twice and said, "This is the scene you saw. Tell me about it."
Zhou Sen grinned, knowing that Lin Dakuan was testing himself.
In fact, he was very interested in solving crimes. However, he never had this opportunity in the past. Everything was based on his imagination.
He was a little eager to try, but suddenly felt nervous. Lin Dakuan's behavior today was a bit unusual, so it was better to be careful.
After walking around the house again and looking around, Zhou Sen pretended to be thoughtful and said: "Uncle Lin, you just said that Serkin was killed with a knife. It was obviously him, but there were no windows or doors. The traces of being pried, how the murderer came in, and how he left, this..."
In fact, Zhou Sen had already noticed the long-extinguished fireplace. The fireplace had a chimney leading to the outside. The murderer probably came in and out from here.
However, it was not clear for a while how the murderer managed to avoid the heat of the burning fireplace and leave no traces in the room.
"Uncle Lin, I have little experience and I really can't tell."
"Xiao Sen, why don't you go take a look at the fireplace?" Lin Dakuan smiled and pointed at the fireplace.
"Fireplace, what's so special about this? Is it possible that this person can get in here?" Zhou Sen pretended to be surprised and walked over, squatted down, opened the fireplace door, and looked inside.
"Uncle Lin, come and see..."
"What did you see?"
"Uncle Lin, I seem to have seen signs of someone climbing on the inner wall of the chimney!"
"Yes, you observed very carefully. The murderer did leave through the chimney of this fireplace." Lin Dakuan couldn't help but smile proudly, "Then tell me, what should I do if I want to catch this murderer?"
"Uncle Lin, are you testing me?" Zhou Sen stood up and smiled. If he didn't say anything today, he might not be able to pass the test. He hurriedly said, "This person can get in and out of such a narrow chimney. His stature is He must be very thin and good at climbing. If he can kill with one blow, he must have been trained. His hand strength and eyesight must be stable and accurate. I am afraid that there are not many people with such skills in Bingcheng. You can start with Bingcheng. Search for suspicious persons in the files of cases handled by the city over the years."
Zhou Sen knew that he had attended the police academy after all, so he couldn't act too incompetent.
"Yes, others say you are a slutty boy who doesn't want to make progress. In fact, you don't put your mind on the right path." Lin Dakuan smiled and nodded.
"Thank you for your compliments from Uncle Lin, can I leave?" Zhou Sen said impatiently.
"Don't worry, I still have something to tell you." Lin Dakuan said, "How about we find a place to have a drink?"
"No, Uncle Lin, you are here to handle the case. Don't delay your time in solving the case. I won't be able to afford the compensation." Zhou Sen really didn't want to stay with someone like Lin Dakuan who was full of negative energy.
"You guys don't want to see Uncle Lin that much?" Lin Dakuan's face instantly fell.
"No, Uncle Lin, I..."
"However, today is indeed not a suitable day. Let's do this. Tomorrow at 11 noon at the Iberia Hotel, you are not allowed to fail to come, let alone be late. This is related to your future, do you understand?" Lin Dakuan did not force it. , but made an agreement for him.
Zhou Sen knew he couldn't refuse, so he could only nod and agree.
"Don't tell anyone about the case, just know it yourself." Lin Dakuan looked at him and warned, "Also, you are a womanizer, look at you, you are so young, how weak your body is. .”
Zhou Sen smiled and then came out of Serkin's house.
This case is not simple to assign. For such a simple murder case, just send an experienced policeman over.
But Lin Dakuan, the investigation director of the Secret Service Section, had to personally take action. Either the identity of the dead person was unusual, or the murderer was special.
A case involving the Special Branch of the National Police Agency.
That is absolutely not allowed to get involved, otherwise you will lose your life. This is what Zhou Sen's memory keeps reminding him.
Of course, even without reminding him, Zhou Sen knew this. He had been a writer for many years and had specialized in studying the secret service during the Puppet Manchukuo period. The Secret Service Section of the Bingcheng Police Department was under the guidance of the Bingcheng Secret Service. of.
To put it simply, the work of the Secret Service does not need to be subject to the supervision of the National Police Agency.
The special agents were investigating cases related to the "anti-Manchurian and anti-Japanese" cases, as well as cases that the Soviet Communist Party spies and other ordinary people had no access to. The water here was deep.
"Songjiang Daily", it was an important public opinion position for promoting "anti-Soviet" and the Japanese whitewashing of peace in Ice City. Serkin's death was by no means as simple as a vendetta.
"Brother, it's over, what are we going to do now?" Ye San'er clasped his hands and came up to please him and asked.
"Go home." Zhou Sen said angrily.
"Aren't you going to eat mutton noodles?"
"Eat!" Zhou Sen gritted his teeth and said. After a night of consumption, coupled with the excessive memory of the original body, how could he not eat something to make up for it?
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