Serkin's study was a bit messy, with his books and newspapers everywhere, and he wouldn't let Feya enter his study.
Because once his things are touched, it will be difficult for him to find them again.
I casually looked through the manuscripts left by Serkin and found that this guy still had some talent and his articles were very good. At least, he was definitely not as good as the original one.
Zhou Sen still has some appreciation ability.
Most of the articles written by Serkin criticized the domestic policies of Soviet Russia. Obviously, he hated "communism" extremely.
There were so many manuscripts left by Serkin that Zhou Sen couldn't read them all at once, so he could only browse them roughly to get a rough understanding.
"Boss, do you want to pack these things and take them back?" Gu Laoliu walked in and asked.
"Is it okay?" Zhou Sen asked. In addition to his manuscripts, there are many books in Serkin's study, some of which he has not only seen but also heard of.
"Of course, these may be related to the case..." Gu Laoliu chuckled. After all, he is an old man who has worked with Zhou Sen for four years. He naturally understands the young master's temper and thoughts. In that warehouse, the books collected But there are quite a few.
Mr. Zhou has always had a literary heart and naturally loves books, so reading and books are essential.
This Serkin is single, and this house does not belong to him. If the original owner of these books cherishes them, he will keep them. If he still dislikes taking up space, he will simply sell them for scrap.
Zhou Sen was not a pedantic person. He understood what was going on as soon as he heard it. This Serkin was almost like a poor family among the country people.
This kind of "eating out households" is very common in the countryside. Rather than benefiting those people, it is better to benefit yourself. If you can save this house full of books and manuscripts, it will be a witness to history in the future, which will be a meritorious deed.
As for reputation, he is now wearing this black dog skin, does he still care about that?
"Okay, but I won't move now. Let's go have dinner first. After dinner, we'll find a big car to come over." Zhou Sen said.
"Okay, listen to the boss." Gu Laoliu chuckled, "Would you like to move a ladder and go up to the chimney on the roof to have a look?"
"Can you?"
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In the private room of the shabu-shabu restaurant, four people were sitting around the table, and the hot white soup was boiling in the copper pot.
"Ye San'er, this restaurant has a good choice today. The mutton is authentic, tender and smooth..." This authentic and original ingredient was so delicious that Zhou Sen almost bit his own tongue.
"Man, cut this lamb into two more parts for us, no, three parts, and this tripe..."
"Okay, sir, wait a minute." The waiter agreed, but his face showed reluctance and he went to the kitchen.
Some of these men in black dog skins came to eat, and they knew how to pay. The mutton was cut into portions, and the shopkeeper would probably have to work in vain today.
"Want more?" As soon as the waiter arrived in the back kitchen, the boss came up to him. Seeing the waiter's expression, his face immediately fell.
In this snowy day, there are not many customers to eat. With fewer customers, we earn less. It is really difficult to have a table full of free food and drinks. This business is really difficult.
"Cut it, cut it..." The boss sighed. These people wearing black dog skins are not something ordinary people can afford to offend. They have something to eat and drink. He was about to die.
"Police officers, eat well and drink well..." The boss personally delivered the cut mutton in with a smile on his face.
"Boss, your store serves authentic mutton, which is good. We will have to come here more often in the future!" Gu Laoliu chuckled.
When the boss heard this, he almost dropped the mutton in his hand.
"It's an honor for the shop that these police officers can come. Welcome to come often, come often..." The boss said nice things, but his heart was bleeding. Please don't come again.
"Boss, we've almost got what we want, you settle the bill!" Zhou Sen could see the boss's expression was different, and the corner of his mouth curled back, obviously feeling pain, so he hurriedly took out an "Old Sheep" and said. (Old Sheep: Hundred-dollar bills issued by the Central Bank of Manchukuo)
Gu Laoliu stopped eating meat for a moment and was a little surprised. Ye Saner lowered his head and took a sip of wine, but Wu En showed a strange expression.
"Here, it's the shop's honor for these police officers to come to the shop for dinner. How can I ask for your money..." Instead of showing joy, the boss trembled with fright. How often had he seen someone come to his shop to eat and pay for it? The police?
"Boss, my name is Zhou Sen. You can call me Officer Zhou. I don't care about others, but I have to pay for my meals. Once you settle the bill, I'll give you a penny at least. Of course, don't worry about how much I want. ." Zhou Sen said, "This is my Zhou Sen's eating rules."
The boss was still hesitant. Gu Laoliu looked up and scolded: "Our boss has already said that you have to pay for meals and ask you to pay the bill. Don't you understand?"
"Yes, yes, police officers, I'll do the math right away and send you the change." The boss took the hundred-dollar bill and hurried out.
"Lao Liu, you are half of my master. You have been with me the longest. San'er, you and Wu En were with me at about the same time. Let's not talk about the past. They have all changed. From now on, I Set a rule that no matter where you eat, you have to pay for me." Zhou Sen said, "We were all born and raised in Bingcheng. One day, when we get old, we will take off this police uniform. At that time, what will happen without this police uniform? Have you ever thought about it? There are some things that we cannot help but there is nothing we can do, but there are some things that we can do and we must do good deeds for future generations!"
"Boss, although I have taken care of you for a while, I, Gu Laoliu, will never forget your kindness to me. I will do whatever you say." Gu Laoliu expressed his position, Zhou Sen's words He was heartbroken, because among the four, he was the only one who had a wife and children. Being a policeman seemed to be a great job, but in fact, in the eyes of the Japanese, he was not being ordered around. What was the difference between being a slave?
"San'er, what about you?"
Ye Saner usually likes to take advantage, but he is not a bad person. There are a lot of people like him on the street.
"Okay, I will listen to my brother, and I will pay for every meal from now on." Although Ye San'er didn't agree so happily, he agreed.
As for Wu En, he didn't ask. This guy was too principled. If he hadn't followed Zhou Sen, he wouldn't have been able to survive in the police station.
"After you finish eating later, Wu En, you can find me a big car and we'll go to Serkin's house to pack some things." Zhou Sen ordered.
Wu En nodded while picking up the food.
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"What are you talking about? Zhou Sen and his men moved a large cart of things from Serkin's house?" Lin Kuan was surprised after hearing his men's report.
This eating scene is too ugly.
Although Shibuya Saburo temporarily prohibited him from contacting Zhou Sen, it did not mean that he was not allowed to send people to follow and monitor Zhou Sen's actions.
In fact, Zhou Sen's every move is under his surveillance.
"Yes, Director, they have all been moved to his warehouse on Haicheng Street. They were piled in piles. When I saw them moving out of the car, I felt old and heavy..." the subordinates reported vividly.
"You haven't been discovered, have you?" Lin Dakuan frowned and then asked.
"No, that guy only has three people under his command. Only one Gu Laoliu is okay, but the other two are too young." The subordinate said confidently.
"Well, keep an eye on me. If anything happens, report it immediately!" Lin Dakuan ordered, although he didn't know why Shibuya Saburo suddenly became interested in a promiscuous young master. Is it because of the white Russian father who adopted him?
But this Anthony has been away from Bingcheng for three months...
When Japanese people do things, he doesn't dare to ask more questions, and he doesn't dare to explore easily. If he offends something, he will be the unlucky one.
In the past few years, some people had disappeared inexplicably every month, and he didn't want to be one of them.
Lin Dakuan immediately picked up the phone on the table and reported the situation to Saburo Shibuya. After hearing this, Saburo Shibuya just said "Oh, I know" and then hung up the phone without further content.
This made Lin Dakuan feel that there must be something important here. He didn't dare to think too much about it, so he had better just obey orders honestly.
…
The people from the Secret Service had obviously not touched anything in Serkin's study. Otherwise, with their simple and rough style of doing things, the entire study would have been in a mess.
Basically, the study room in the Serkin family was emptied.
"Well, you all go and do your work. I can sort it out by myself." Zhou Sen told Gu Laoliu and the others.
"Boss, there are so many, how long can you do it alone?" Ye Saner asked.
"You don't understand Russian and you can't help me. You can't stop doing your job. Why don't you help me here?"
"It's very windy and snowy outside, what kind of work can we do..."
"Lao Liu, go to Uncle Susanna's house and find out what happened before she suddenly disappeared." Zhou Sen directly ordered, "Ye San'er, you go with Lao Liu."
"What about Unn?"
"Wu En still has to return the carriage to others. How about you exchange it with Wu En?" Zhou Sen said to Ye San'er.
"I'd better go to Susanna's uncle's house with Lao Liu." Ye San'er shrank his head. It was easy to return the carriage, but it would be troublesome to come back. Based on his understanding of Wu En, he would definitely not be willing to spend the money. I paid for a taxi and walked back.
Going out with Gu Laoliu would be different. At least you wouldn't have to suffer, and Gu Laoliu would be responsible for the work.
Zhou Sen was the only one left in the warehouse.
On this snowy day, he even kept Gu Laoliu and the others away, not because he was not considerate of his subordinates, but because he found a photo in a book he brought back from Serkin's study.
There are three rows of people in the photo, both men and women. Zhou Sen doesn't recognize most of them, but there is one person above who he will never mistake.
Daddy Anthony.
This photo was taken two years ago. The background is the Yamato Hotel on Station Street. The Yamato Hotel was formerly the Russian Officers’ Club. After it was occupied by the Japanese, it was renovated and officially opened to the public two years ago.
The people in this photo all belong to a Belarusian organization: the Union of Russian Patriots.
Father Anthony is sitting in the middle left of the first row. From an important position, it shows that his status in this organization is extraordinary.
But he had never seen this photo in his original memory.
Serkin stood in the last row. This photo was sandwiched in a thick Russian dictionary. If the dictionary hadn't accidentally slipped from his hand and exposed a corner of the photo, he might not have noticed it.
