The wind carried the snowflakes, and they fell freely.
A thin layer of white snow soon falls on the fiery red leaves of the sugar maple trees on both sides of the street. When the leaves cannot withstand the force, they will tremble with the power of the wind.
The snow slid down and hit pedestrians on the road...
At this time, those who are still running and struggling in the wind and snow are the ordinary people at the bottom who are working hard to cope with the pressure of life.
The rich ladies, dignitaries, and the arrogant Japanese invaders are all sitting in the warm spring room, sipping tea, drinking coffee, watching the flying catkins outside the window, enjoying the comfort life.
After coming down from Jihong Bridge, there is a wide street along the railway line to the north.
The name of the street is Mountain Street.
The Ice City Police Department is located on this street.
This is a three-story white building with a classicist style. On the high steps, there are six huge "Corinthian" pillars, which are majestic and majestic. The top support is derived from the "mountain flower" of a Greek temple. ".
It will also be the seat of the Songjiang Provincial Police Department. It is a building with two signs and is just a shared office.
On the second floor to the south, there is a large office facing the sun.
The stove is burning brightly.
The red solid wood door is pushed open and the room is very large. There is a thick Persian carpet on the floor. You can't hear any sound when you step on it. The crystal chandelier illuminates the interior brightly, forming a strong contrast with the gray outside.
Behind the large mahogany desk, there is a middle-aged man in a black police uniform sitting. The epaulette of the police uniform is a large plum blossom. This is a police officer. This man has a good figure, a crew cut, is not tall, and has a solemn expression. , a meticulous look.
Shibuya Saburo, the deputy director of the Ice City Police Department and the chief of the Secret Service Section, is also the director of the Secret Service Branch of the Matsue Police Department, which is the Ice City Security Bureau.
The Security Bureau is a secret counterintelligence and anti-espionage agency that is kept secret from the outside world. (This is a little different from what everyone imagines)
There was a person standing in front of him. If Zhou Sen were here, he would definitely know him. It was Lin Dakuan, the investigation director of the Special Agent Section of the Bingcheng Police Department.
At this moment, Lin Dakuan was completely different from the high-spirited and arrogant person in front of Zhou Sen.
Incomparably humble, he bowed his waist slightly, lowered his head, and even gasped for fear of making too loud a sound.
"Director Lin, have you arranged all the things I asked you to arrange?" Saburo Shibuya asked while looking through the documents.
"Reporting to Mr. Shibuya, my subordinates are following your instructions and wanted to transfer him directly to the Special Service Division, but he was very resistant..."
"You're too impatient. You can't rush this kind of thing." Shibuya Saburo raised his eyelids slightly and said, if he hadn't decisively called a halt, his plan might have gone awry.
"Yes, that's what Mr. Shibuya taught me." Shibuya was actually younger than Lin Dakuan, but Lin Dakuan was like a young junior in front of Shibuya Saburo.
"Our job is not just as simple as catching one or two Soviet spies lurking in Ice City. Remember, our target is probably behind him. You should not contact him again recently."
"Yes, Mr. Shibuya." Under the invisible pressure, Lin Dakuan's forehead gradually became sweaty.
"This matter must not be mentioned to anyone. The empire will not treat a loyal and reliable friend like you badly." Shibuya Saburodao watched Lin Dakuan leave, and gently moved his hand away, revealing a message under his hand. .
The cable was sent from the Japanese Embassy in Turkey three days ago and is top secret.
"The 'Bear' operation has failed. There is a Soviet spy in the action team, codename: Leo."
There was a hint of bitterness on the corner of Saburo Shibuya's mouth. He also participated in this plan and put in a lot of effort. However, it still failed. Someone must bear the responsibility.
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No. 3 Haicheng Street, Zhou Sen’s warehouse base.
"San'er, you and Wu En work together. Don't let one person patrol in the ice and snow. Lao Liu and I will go to the crime scene again. At noon, we will find a restaurant that cooks meat. When we come back, I will treat everyone to dinner." Zhou Sen ordered Ye Saner.
"Boss, please treat me to dinner. That's a good idea." Ye San'er said cheerfully. Although patrolling the streets was a bit hard, there was nothing to do in this winter. There were many ways to avoid being lazy.
Appearing on the scene was a technical job. Gu Laoliu was a veteran policeman and had experience, so he was assigned to follow him, and Ye Saner couldn't compete.
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It was impossible to ride a bicycle in such a heavy snowstorm, so Zhou Shen and Gu Laoliu could only call a pony carriage.
Pony carriages are generally driven by Chinese people and usually seat two or three people, so the price is naturally relatively cheap.
Large carriages are generally operated by Belarus. They can seat four or five people. They are very comfortable and can keep out the wind and cold. Of course, they are relatively expensive.
In later generations of TV and movies, the scenes about Ice City with cars everywhere were actually not seen by Zhou Sen. They were all fake and deceptive.
There is a heavy snowstorm, and all the trams running in the city have stopped. At this time, apart from two legs, the only way to travel is horse-drawn carriages. If it is later, it is estimated that even horse-drawn carriages will not be available. If it is in the suburbs, then Maybe a sled would be more suitable.
In the past, Zhou Sen was just a small patrolman. Even renting a carriage, let alone a carriage, was not allowed by Anthony's father.
His little salary is not enough to support a car and a driver.
Father Anthony is considered a wealthy man in Bingcheng, and he didn't buy a carriage specifically for his own use. It would be a waste of money.
It is better to sign a long-term rental agreement at a carriage and horse store, say hello in advance when you use it, pay on time, and usually travel by tram, which is low-key and economical.
Knock on the door.
The person who opened the door was the White Russian maid of the Serkin family. Feiya, the plainly dressed and somewhat deformed maid, recognized Zhou Sen.
The day before yesterday, I came to the house with the big-headed Chinese policeman and independently inspected the bedroom where the owner was killed.
After investigating the scene that day, the police sealed the bedroom on the second floor and said they would come back at any time.
But two days passed and the police never came.
She didn't know if she would come, her master had been killed. No one is paying her salary anymore, and she is worried. After all, her family also needs her commission to make a living.
After revealing her identity once again, Feiya invited the two of them into the house.
This time without Lin Dakuan watching from behind, Zhou Sen felt much more relaxed. After asking Feiya some questions, he looked around downstairs again, and then Feiya took the two of them up to the second floor.
Feya told them that the upstairs area was where Serkin lived, and that she had not set foot there since the police came.
There were seals in the bedroom and study room, and it was naturally written on them as the Ice City Police Department, with the time and date marked, and the large seal of the Police Department.
Xerkin died in the bedroom, so Zhou Sen and Gu Laoliu naturally checked from the bedroom first, tore off the seal, opened the door and walked in.
Because the bedroom had been closed for two days, there was already a smell inside. After fermentation in this confined space, it would naturally be very strong.
The situation in the bedroom was no different from when he and Lin Dakuan came in, but he was not in the mood to conduct a detailed investigation at that time. At most, he only did a cursory inspection, which was like a forensic autopsy. He only looked at the superficial features of the corpse and did not conduct a detailed autopsy. Woolen cloth.
The traces on the ground have long been destroyed. After the incident, no one knows how many people walked in. There are so many footprints that there is no way to extract and identify them.
There was no relevant evidence mentioned in the case file handed over to him. If there was, the Special Branch of the National Police Agency deliberately did not provide it, then there was nothing he could do.
When he came in with Lin Dakuan that day, he never mentioned any footprints or fingerprints left at the scene.
Gu Laoliu is a very experienced veteran policeman. Although he has never taken the lead in solving any major shocking cases, he has participated in many cases, and his eyesight is naturally not bad.
Zhou Sen asked himself that he was no match for someone like Gu Laoliu. It was better to let professionals do such professional things.
"Boss, except for a bunch of messy footprints on the ground, the place is really clean!" Gu Laoliu exclaimed after carefully checking every corner of each room.
It's very clean.
This feeling was what Zhou Sen felt when he first came in. At that time, he didn't think there was anything wrong.
If the killer is a master, he can kill the person completely and leave without leaving a trace. The only flaw is the climbing traces in the fireplace chimney. He left in a hurry and did not clean up the traces, or he did not clean up the traces. Until it is completely cleaned up, they will be discovered anyway, so it is better not to waste time.
"There is a sour smell in this room. This guy must have had a lot of drinks before he was killed?" Gu Laoliu said.
"Well, when he was discovered, there was still half a cup of residual wine in the cup on the bedside, and now it has evaporated." Zhou Sen said.
"Is the wine glass still there?" Gu Laoliu glanced at it in surprise and found that the wine glass was still on the bedside table.
Zhou Sen nodded subconsciously, but was immediately stunned. Such important environmental evidence was not taken back for examination after the on-site investigation?
Although it can be determined that Serkin's death was due to the stabbing on the right side of the neck, if the case handling process is followed, all suspicious objects at the crime scene must be taken away for inspection.
The wine glass with residual wine was the last object the deceased had contact with. Both the residual wine and the glass must be taken back for examination.
Was this careless handling of the case, or was he intentionally left at the scene?
"Boss, is there something wrong with this cup?" Seeing Zhou Sen suddenly staring blankly at the cup on the bedside, Gu Laoliu reached out to pick up the cup.
"Lao Liu, don't move!" Zhou Sen shouted.
"What's wrong, boss?" Gu Laoliu shrank his hands in fright.
"Lao Liu, you go downstairs to find Feiya and find some rouge gouache. If you don't have rouge gouache, milk powder will do. Be careful!" Zhou Sen ordered.
Gu Laoliu glanced at the cup and nodded immediately. Although he didn't know what Zhou Sen wanted to do, it was always right to listen to his boss.
A Russian aunt is indeed not used to using Chinese rouge gouache, but as for milk powder, it is still available in Russian families.
Gu Laoliu fetched the milk powder, and Zhou Sen used a spoon to remove a little of it, then moved closer to the glass and blew gently around it.
In an instant, the milk powder formed a small stream of dust and landed on the outer wall of the glass.
"Lao Liu, what did you see?" A bright light flashed in Zhou Sen's eyes, and this result surprised him.
"Boss, are you checking the fingerprints on this glass?" Gu Laoliu said the old policeman no matter what. If you don't understand at this time, you should really buy a piece of tofu and kill him.
"Serkin drank before going to bed, and drank a lot. The wine bottles on the ground were all empty. He couldn't drink with gloves. Although I have not seen his body, he was When killing, you should not wear gloves on your hands, but there are no fingerprints on this glass. Isn't this weird?" Zhou Sen chuckled.
"Did the murderer clean up the scene?"
"It's very possible, but why did he do this and what was his motive?" Zhou Sen continued to ask, and suddenly there seemed to be a flash of lightning in his mind, "Could it be that there were fingerprints of the murderer on the wine glass, and he cleaned them up."
"Let's go to Serkin's study."
