"Songjiang Daily", the Russian newspaper with the largest circulation in Bingcheng, was subscribed to even at Zhou Sen's house.
In the original memory, Anthony's father would read "Songjiang Daily" every day when he went to work in his company.
In this era, newspapers are one of the most direct ways for people to contact and understand information about the outside world, and the only remaining way is radio.
Radios are not items that ordinary people can buy. Not only are they expensive, but their purchase requires registration. The Japanese strictly control the sale of radios and electronic parts.
In this way, newspapers are very important in people's daily lives.
Through newspapers, the people in Bingcheng can only know some local news, which can be extended to the Puppet Manchukuo territory at most, and beyond that, that is what the Japanese want you to know, so you can know it.
Information occlusion, news control, distorted views of history, restrictions on the use of words, and the domestication of ideas can be felt everywhere in Ice City.
This feeling of suffocation made Zhou Sen feel like he couldn't breathe.
Maybe it was because I had just arrived that I felt such a strong feeling. Those who had already been lying down seemed to have become numb.
Do you want to learn from them? Come on, it only takes six or seven years anyway...
His own editor was killed, and there was no news at all in the newspaper published by Songjiang Daily today.
Not even an obituary was published.
This is simply...
Zhou Sen doesn't even know what words to use to describe this newspaper. It doesn't even care about the life and death of its own people. It's really weird.
Songjiang Daily is located on Duantian Street in Daoli District. Zhou Sen and the big man Wu En each rode a bicycle.
A small policeman like him is not qualified to own a car as a means of transportation. With Zhou Sen's wealth, it is either impossible or he is too flamboyant and easily targeted.
Generally speaking, bicycles are the most commonly used means of transportation by patrol officers, followed by trams and animal-drawn carriages.
Bingcheng is different from cities such as Xinjing (Changchun) and Fengtian (Shenyang). They have many rickshaws. Bingcheng has more horse-drawn carriages, which are divided into large and small. The large carriages are operated by Belarus, and the small carriages are operated by the Chinese. , clearly differentiated.
The ice city has a long winter, and the outside temperature is 20 to 30 degrees below zero. It would be fatal to rely on human power to pull a cart in such a cold weather.
Lock the car. Don't let someone push the car away when you get out. The thieves in Bingcheng are really powerful.
Not to mention the police, even the Japanese will steal without fail.
This is a three-story brick-concrete building with a yellow exterior wall and an eclectic style. There is a black plaque on the door that reads in Chinese and Russian: Bingcheng Songjiang Daily.
After identifying yourself.
Led by a staff member, Zhou Sen went to the editorial reception room on the second floor.
"Officer Zhou, Officer Wu En, wait a moment."
"Yeah." This was the first time Zhou Sen walked into the Songjiang Daily office building. Different from the bustling and busy newspaper office he imagined, it seemed to be relatively quiet here. Everyone was busy with their own things, and they were not even willing to talk to the people next to them. Exchange a few words with more people.
Most of the people working here are Belarusian, with only a few oriental faces, but they communicate in Russian or Japanese.
Needless to say, they are basically all Japanese.
And judging from the attitude of the White Russians, the Japanese have a much higher status in the newspaper office than they do. This is not like a newspaper office, but like a government agency with strict disciplines.
Given the Japanese control of public opinion in Bingcheng, how could such a large Russian newspaper be spared? Judging from the status of the Japanese staff in the newspaper, it seems that this Russian newspaper is controlled by the Japanese. One of the tools of public opinion.
It is not difficult to understand that after the editor of this newspaper was killed at home, people from the Special Branch of the National Police Agency showed up.
…
On the third floor, the president's office.
Osawa Hayabusa, in his forties, is not tall, wears a pair of gold-rimmed glasses on the bridge of his nose, and looks like a cultured man.
In fact, he is a member of the Japanese secret service in Bingcheng, with a very high level. He once participated in planning the "September 18th" incident, and his hands are stained with the blood of the Chinese people.
However, not many people in Bingcheng knew about his past.
A Belarusian with a big belly, a high nose, and a suit with suspenders knocked on the door and walked in. He bowed slightly and said, "President Osawa."
"Orenikov, please sit down." Osawa Falcon stood up and greeted.
Orenikov thanked him and sat down on the chair in front of Osawa Hayabusa's desk: "President, regarding the death of editor Serkin, the editorial department is talking about it, and everyone speculates that Serkin's death is related to the death of his previous reports. Related to the 'Lake Hassan' incident."
Osawa Hayabusa narrowed his eyes slightly: "The 'Hasan Lake' incident has long since passed, and follow-up reports have stopped long ago. If it was done by Soviet agents, it would be really a troublesome matter."
"Yes, if that is the case, then everyone involved in reporting the 'Hasan Lake' incident will be in danger..." Oleynikov's face showed deep worry, and a trace of fear.
Soviet agents are haunting the Ice City. They are in the open and others are in the dark. There is no guarantee that the next person to die will be you. Can you not be afraid?
"Probably not. The Soviet-Russian spy war in Ice City was destroyed by us not long ago. At this moment, their vitality is severely damaged. I'm afraid they can't even send the news to the country." Osawa Falcon frowned.
"President, if this is caused by personal grudges, then you don't have to worry about it, but if not, then Serkin is not the only one who is in danger..."
At this point, a knock on the door suddenly interrupted their conversation.
"Please come in."
"President, two policemen came here, saying they came to learn about the circumstances surrounding the murder of Editor Serkin." The person who came in was Osawa Hayabusa's secretary.
"Police, are you from the Bingcheng Police Department?"
"No, it seems to be from Nangang Police Station."
"This is Daoli District. What are the police from Nangang Police Station doing here?" Osawa Shun asked with an unhappy expression.
"President, this Serkin's house is on Gogol Street, which is under the jurisdiction of the Nangang Police Station." Oreinikov hurriedly explained, "Serkin died in his own home. It was probably a routine matter for the Nangang Police Department to come over and ask some questions. .”
"Well, you go and deal with it this way. It's best not to let them meddle in their own business." Osawa Falcon nodded and gave an order.
Oleynikov stood up immediately: "Understood, President, I will do it right away."
…
The tea in front of him was almost gone, and Zhou Sen finally met the senior management of the newspaper, namely Deputy Editor-in-Chief Oreinikov.
After a brief introduction and pleasantries, Zhou Sen proposed to meet the president of Songjiang Daily, but Oleynikov refused on the spot.
Seeing that the other party's attitude was very arrogant, Zhou Sen also knew that he might not get any useful clues during today's trip to the newspaper office.
Anyway, he didn't have the idea to solve the case, and naturally he didn't want to get to the bottom of it.
I briefly asked about Serkin’s work situation and his interpersonal relationships with other people in the newspaper office.
Since the cases had all been returned from the Special Branch of the Police Department, he focused on the two directions of "vendetta" and "murder for love."
There were no signs of breaking into Serkin's home, and at least so far no property damage had been found. The scene was not consistent with a break-in, robbery and murder.
It is said that Serkin has a bad temper. He will curse when his subordinates do things that don't go as he wants. Many people don't like to work with him. This kind of person's offending character will naturally be hated by others.
Furthermore, Serkin is also very lecherous, often going to romantic places, and he also prefers young girls.
all in all.
From Oleynikov's mouth, regardless of his identity as a reporter and editor, this is a scumbag.
…
"President."
"Those two policemen are gone?" Osawa Hayabusa stood behind the window with his hands behind his back, his voice a little wandering, obviously his thoughts were not in this regard.
"Yes, they just came here to understand some situations. It was a routine matter. They were told by the superiors. If they don't come, they won't be able to hand in their jobs when they go back." Oreinikov lowered his head and said, "According to your wishes, I will send them away."
"What did you say?" Osawa Falcon asked.
"I talked about Serkin's bad temper, poor relationship with colleagues and subordinates, and some problems with his life style..."
"Confused!" Osawa Falcon turned around and snorted coldly.
Oleynikov was startled and lowered his head in a hurry. A thin layer of sweat broke out on his forehead. He didn't know what was wrong with him.
Osawa Hayabusa narrowed his little eyes and waved his hand: "Forget it, since you said it, let's leave it as it is, don't make any extra trouble."
"Yes, President, what about Serkin's pension?"
"Everyone is dead. It's better to publish an obituary first, and then go to the police station to inquire. Serkin has no relatives in Ice City. The newspaper agency will handle the posthumous affairs on his behalf. Get the body back as soon as possible and bury it." Osawa Hayabusa ordered.
"I understand, I'll do it right away."
…
The biggest advantage of Wu En is that there are not so many problems. As long as he thinks it is right, he will do it.
For example, protecting Zhou Sen's safety.
"Wu En, where did you go the night before yesterday?" Zhou Sen asked. Wu En always followed the original person closely, but after he stayed at the Ningxiang Pavilion that night, he didn't find him when he came out early the next morning.
On the contrary, Ye Saner found the Ningxiang Pavilion first.
"I stayed at the phone booth at the entrance of Ningxiang Hall all night." Wu En explained.
"What, you stayed outside the gate all night, it was more than 30 degrees below zero..." Zhou Sen was shocked. Are there really people with such solid eyes?
"Lao Liu gave me two bottles of soju, a roast chicken, and a big bag of peanuts. I won't die of hunger or cold." Wu En said with a grin, "If Brother Ye San hadn't come to me the next day, I wouldn't have died. I didn’t know that you had gone home, young master.”
What a fool!
But for such a simple person, that is a treasure. Zhou Sen suddenly felt a sense of guilt in his heart. He took all this for granted, but he didn't think so. Why should he guard the door in the winter, in case of freezing? What's broken?
They are all raised by their parents and are all created equal.
"Come on, Wu En, I'll take you to a restaurant." Zhou Sen said movedly.
