Without Bai Shoutian's reminder, Zhou Sen also knew to look for suspects with similar characteristics among the suspects who had committed such murders over the years.
But this case also involves Soviet spies.
It was not an ordinary criminal case, so the murderer might not be a gangster, and nothing was missing from Serkin's house.
There must be a motive for killing.
If it was said to be Soviet agents, he would be willing to believe it. However, Soviet agents were more dangerous and harder to catch than Jianghu people.
The investigation must continue, otherwise Akiyama Nosuke will not be able to explain, but now he has an excuse to delay the time a little.
Anthony's father is dead, so naturally he is not in the mood to investigate the case.
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Inside the warehouse.
"Lao Liu, where is brother?" Ye San'er came back from patrolling the streets and came into the warehouse to take a sip of hot water. It was too cold.
"I've been sitting there in a daze all afternoon." Gu Laoliu said as he sat by the stove and stretched out his hand to warm the fire.
"What's going on?"
"I don't know, it's been like this since I got here today." Gu Laoliu pursed his lips.
"You didn't ask?"
"Why don't you ask?"
"What am I asking? I don't like asking about this..." Ye San'er poured a glass of water and took a sip, almost burning his mouth. "Where's the big man? Why haven't you seen him today?"
"Uen accompanied Miss Susanna to her uncle's house. Is this person okay? Can't he go back to say he's safe?"
"Yes, when will they come back? I can't be allowed to patrol the streets alone. My legs are numb from walking."
"Shall I accompany you later?"
"That's good, I'm worried that I don't have anyone to talk to..."
"San'er, you rest at home, I'll accompany Lao Liu for a walk on the street." Zhou Sen appeared behind the two of them at some unknown time.
"Brother, you don't make any sound when you walk, you're so scary!" Ye San'er patted her chest with a "scared" expression.
Gu Laoliu laughed "hehe".
The job of patrolling the streets is hard and tiring. It is the most difficult job in the police station. However, once you become the inspector, it becomes much easier. Usually, your subordinates patrol the streets, and the inspector only makes trouble. came forward in the case of his son.
Gu Laoliu took care of all the trivial matters without Zhou Sen's intervention. Therefore, he didn't have many opportunities to appear on the street. He would occasionally show up to show off.
Walk west along Haicheng Street and turn to Railway Street. There used to be a lot of traffic here. However, there were also police officers on the railway, which formed its own system. Although this was his patrol area, there was overlap in management. Railway police have greater powers.
Whenever controversial cases occur, the Nangang Police Station basically does not intervene. The railway police handle it themselves, or the National Police Department takes over.
Affected by the snowfall, railway shuttle buses have basically been suspended, and only a small number of freight trains are running at low speed to ensure the supply of basic materials in Ice City.
Gu Laoliu had more acquaintances than him along the way, but for Zhou Sen, this was an all too familiar process.
If the memory is not deepened in time, it is likely to disappear completely.
Zhou Sen used to go shopping, and the places he went to most were bookstores and cafes. In bookstores, he could buy books. In cafes, he could order a cup of coffee, and several people would disappear in one sitting. He could also read books or magazines, or even pass through Glass windows to watch people on the street.
"Why is there a bookstore here?" Suddenly I saw a brand new plaque on a small wooden door on the street with the words "Yi Gu Zhai" written on it. It should be a bookstore.
"Oh, this is newly opened, less than half a month ago. The boss is a young man named Qiao Sanlang. Everyone is used to calling him Sanlang." Gu Laoliu said. He often patrols here, so he is naturally interested in the newly opened store. The store is well known.
"Let's go in and take a look." Zhou Sen became a little interested.
Pushing the door open and going in, the space inside is not very big, only seventy or eighty square meters. Under the dim yellow light, the whole room is not even very bright.
What surprised Zhou Sen was that half of the shelves inside were filled with books, while the other half were filled with antiques and the like.
This boss is really interesting. He is engaged in antique business and sells books.
There were several young people in the store, choosing their favorite books on the bookshelf. They must know each other, and they were still chatting in low voices.
Zhou Sen also walked towards the bookshelf, and motioned to Gu Laoliu not to follow him, and not to scare people with his black dog skin.
The boss, Qiao Sanlang, was thin and wore a gray cloth robe lined with a jacket. When he saw the police coming to his store, he quickly got up from the counter and came over.
"Officer, what do you want to buy?" On his thin face, behind a pair of black-rimmed glasses on the bridge of his nose, there was a hint of wariness in his eyes.
"I just want to take a look, the boss doesn't need to greet me." Gu Laoliu smiled slightly. He works as a patrolman on this street. How could he not know the attitude of the people towards them wearing "black dog skins"? This boss has never dealt with him. I don’t know what kind of person he is, so it’s natural to be nervous.
Qiao Sanlang bowed slightly and cupped his hand: "The police officer can be summoned at any time if necessary."
Gu Laoliu nodded.
He came in with Zhou Sen, and with the amount of ink in his stomach, he couldn't read most of the books here.
As for antiques, they are even less practical. He has no money, and he will not buy them.
There are many books on the bookshelf, including Chinese, Russian, Japanese, some English books, and many world famous books.
What novels by Dumas and Shakespeare, plays by Shakespeare...
However, Russian books are suspicious of novels published before the October Revolution, which reflect life in Tsarist Russia, while novels and poems reflecting Red Soviet Russia are basically invisible, and they are banned books in the Ice City.
It seems that this bookstore mainly deals in literature, with other items supplemented.
Zhou Sen saw some Japanese books that promoted "Japan-Manchuria family", goodwill and co-prosperity, and the superiority of Japanese culture to Chinese culture, but they were placed in a corner.
If the Japanese special intelligence agency discovers this, they will definitely cause trouble. These books must be placed in the most conspicuous position.
Since he is wearing this "black dog skin", he has to "do things" and remind the store to avoid causing trouble for himself.
"Lao Liu, come here."
Gu Laoliu heard Zhou Sen calling him and walked over quickly.
"Boss, what's going on?"
Zhou Sen whispered a few instructions to him, and Gu Laoliu nodded, thinking to himself, when did Zhou Sen become so easy to talk to? Maybe it's because there are novels he likes here.
Continuing to choose books, Gu Laoliu went to talk to his boss Qiao Sanlang, who was naturally very serious and serious.
When the boss heard that there were beads of sweat on his forehead, he quickly came over personally and moved the Japanese books originally placed in the corner to the most conspicuous place.
At this time, several young men and women who were choosing books in the store also noticed it. They cast unabashed looks of contempt and even hatred at Zhou Sen.
These glances hurt Zhou Sen's heart. This feeling of being regarded as a "traitor" was really uncomfortable, but he couldn't attack it and could only pretend that he didn't see it.
After Gu Laoliu supervised the boss to move the Japanese books into place, he found a place to sit down. The boss Qiao Sanlang made a cup of tea.
Qiao Sanlang also knew that Gu Laoliu was with Zhou Sen, but Zhou Sen was choosing books, so he didn't bother him. He probably didn't want to talk to a "traitor".
Zhou Sen rarely read foreign classics in the past. Firstly, in the era of information explosion, people are more impetuous, and fragmented information takes up too much time. Secondly, the traditional culture of our ancestors is more attractive, but it cannot It’s not good to talk about foreign countries. After all, you need to open the door, understand others, learn from other people’s strengths, and embrace the world.
The original person has read a lot of foreign novels, poems and literary works. He only read them, but did not understand them. After reading them thoroughly, he only saw the surface.
I picked two books, one was "Homer's Epic" and the other was "Tagore's" poetry collection, both in Chinese.
To be honest, he couldn't understand the English version either.
Zhou Sen was about to check out and leave when suddenly the door of the bookstore was pushed open and a young girl wearing a goose-yellow woolen coat walked in.
"Boss Qiao, I'm here to return the book." The girl looked young, in her early twenties. She wore no makeup, her eyebrows were like crescent moons, and her forehead was covered by a fluffy hat. Her voice sounded as clear as an oriole.
The whole body exudes the smell of youthful vitality.
"Miss Su is here." When Qiao Sanlang saw the girl, he quickly stepped forward to greet her with a smile.
"Boss Qiao, these are the books I borrowed from your store. Come and return them to you." The girl named Su put the three books in her hand on the counter.
After checking that there were no missing pages, Qiao Sanlang said: "It's intact. Miss Su, do you want to borrow it again?"
Zhou Sen did not disturb the two of them. After all, people were ahead of him in the queue, and they were always first come, first served. He didn't know yet that this bookstore not only sold books, but also borrowed books, which was quite good.
"Of course, I'll pick something up..." Su Yun passed by Zhou Sen and caught a glimpse of a book of "Tagore" poems in his hand. He immediately stopped and asked politely, "Sir, do you have this book in your hand?" Can you give me this collection of poems first?"
Zhou Sen was stunned, and soon noticed that two of the books returned by Miss Su just now were poetry collections. It seemed that this girl was someone who loved modern poetry.
But since he had already chosen it, there was no need to give it to the other party. He said calmly: "I'm sorry, I have already chosen it."
"Sir, do you want to buy it or borrow it?" Su Yun was a little disappointed, but still asked without giving up.
"It's okay to borrow it, and it's okay to buy it." This is true. He just came here on the way, and he didn't have a strong desire to buy books. He just bought two books when he met something suitable and liked it. He had no intention of spending the rest of his life in the future. The direction is on literature.
His and his original literary dream had long been shattered.
The boss Qiao Sanlang was also slightly stunned. This kind of situation is not uncommon here. When he saw that his favorite book was taken away, he naturally found a way to save it.
If it's a borrowed book, it's okay, since it will be exchanged anyway, but if it's bought back, it can only become someone else's private collection.
"Then can you borrow it? I also like this collection of poems by Rabindranath Tagore?" Su Yun asked directly.
"Why, I just want to buy it back and collect it." Zhou Sen put the two books on the counter. Before, he would definitely not have said that. But now, he doesn't want to be like the original person anymore, so he says hello , "Boss, check out."
"That's five dollars and two cents, police officer."
Zhou Sen is not short of money. If he buys these two books, he may not read them. They are just adding to his book collection.
Su Yun glanced regretfully at the "Tagore" poetry collection that Zhou Sen bought, then shook his head, apologized, and ran to choose a book from the bookshelf.
The little girl is quite nice.
