"Is Serkin's body still in the police morgue?"
"It should still be there. The case has not been solved. According to the rules, it is not allowed to be mourned and buried..." Gu Laoliu said uncertainly.
"Find some time, come with me and let's take a look at Serkin's wounds in person." Zhou Sen said.
"Okay, boss, I'll leave first."
…
Zhou Sen waited for more than half an hour, but Ye San'er didn't come back, and he didn't know what the boy was doing.
Could it be that he was dragged into playing for money by his gangster friends halfway through? This guy is good at everything else, but he can't change his habit of "playing for money".
Once this person got involved in "gambling", he would be ruined. If there was no one available, he really wouldn't want to use someone like Ye San'er.
Serkin's case, depending on Akiyamanosuke's intention, did not limit his time to solve the case. It is estimated that he also used this case to test himself.
See if you can inherit the "legacy" left by Anthony's father, if you are a helpless man...
This is a good opportunity to get out of the current awkward position.
If he is unable to hold up the wall, then Akiyama Nosuke will be greatly disappointed. Zhou Sen is only interested in Anthony's father's past. As for his relationship with the Russian Patriots Alliance, he is not interested at all. No, and I don’t want to have anything to do with it.
You can still procrastinate, don't be in a hurry...
Seeing that it was getting dark outside, if she didn't go back, Irina should be anxious at home. Without waiting, Zhou Sen tidied up, put on his coat, scarf, hat, and gloves.
Close the door and go home.
The street lights on the street have been turned on, and there are still some pedestrians on the road. After all, it is the New Year's Eve, and some people have a relatively large flow. You can still see a lot of people on the bustling streets, and there are many white Russians wearing woolen coats and young people. Girl, if he has time, he would like to go to the ice of Songhua River to experience the feeling of gliding on ice several feet thick.
Passing by Yuelai Hotel.
Zhou Sen remembered that he had arranged for Wu En to live here for the past two days, so as to avoid the pain of going home and to protect Susanna's safety.
"Inspector Zhou..." When the boss saw Zhou Sen, he quickly came out of the counter to say hello. These days, you can't mess with people wearing black dog skins.
"I'm here to see, which room does Officer Unn live in?"
"Upstairs in Room 203, may I take you there?" the boss said enthusiastically and humbly.
"No, I'll go up myself." Zhou Sen waved his hand, turned around and went up the stairs, climbing up the stairs under the dim light.
He found room 203, knocked on the door, and Wu En opened the door. Zhou Sen walked in and saw that Wu En had just been eating.
Mixed rice (it was not until the 1940s that Chinese people were not allowed to eat white rice directly. There is no ban yet, but grain is sold in rations), soaked in boiling water, and pickled vegetables.
"Wun, are you eating this at night?" Zhou Sen was a little surprised. He knew that during the Manchukuo period, in order to plunder food resources, the Japanese established a food monopoly system, which stipulated that food crops such as rice, corn, and sorghum must be sold at low prices. Sold to a grain company run by the Japanese and operated as a monopoly.
Our own fire grinding factory and rice polishing factory also purchase raw materials from the Japanese, process them and transport them to designated grain sales stores. They only earn processing fees, and they also face various assessments from the Japanese. It doesn't matter. There's no way to make any money at all.
Wu En is also a policeman after all. Even if he can't eat white rice, he should be fine with a sip of hot soup.
"Master, this is good, at least I can eat enough." Wu En scratched his head in embarrassment.
Zhou Sen doesn't know when the Japanese will implement grain rationing, but there is still plenty of rice and flour in the market, and anyone with money can buy it, but these resources are in the hands of the Japanese.
"Can you survive the whole night just by eating this?"
"Uh..." Wu En's face was stern. Even though there was a lot of miscellaneous rice in this big bowl, he would be full after eating it, but he was hungry before midnight.
"Didn't I ask Ye San'er to tell you that you live here and eating is just an official business, so you don't need to save money for me." Zhou Sen said, "You save some money for me, how can I still put it in my pocket?" Isn’t it possible?”
"Master..." Wu En became even more embarrassed.
"Don't call me young master. From now on, you can either call me brother like Ye San'er, or call me boss together with Lao Liu." Zhou Sen said angrily. Wu En is so grateful, upright and principled, so His subordinates are worth cultivating. Even if they cannot stand alone, they can at least become effective assistants.
"Brother..." Wu En held it in for a long time, his face turned red, and then he yelled out.
"Okay, let's forget it for today. I'm telling you, you have to protect Miss Susanna and don't let anything happen to her. Of course, if there is anything wrong with her, you have to inform me as soon as possible." Zhou Mori lowered his voice and ordered.
"Yes, brother, I understand."
"Okay, I'm leaving. If you feel cold, ask the boss to add a basin of charcoal fire to you, but remember to leave a gap in the window and never close it."
Every year in Bingcheng, people burn charcoal at home, and it often happens that the whole family disappears.
…
When I got home, it was already close to eight o'clock in the evening.
Zhou Sen asked Irina to boil water for him. He wanted to take a bath. In addition to driving away the cold, he also planned to get rid of all the wine bubbles.
In addition to the fact that the film negatives were missing for a period of time, part of Serkin's related manuscripts was also missing, which is quite consistent with the time when the negatives were missing.
During that time, Serkin published almost no articles in newspapers, and no manuscripts remain.
As a reporter, I write something about my brothers every day. Even if it is an essay or something, I will leave some behind.
This has become a habit, and habits cannot be easily changed unless he encounters something that forces him to change.
In other words, everything he wrote during this period was taken away.
Zhou Sen was also puzzled as to what happened to Serkin during this period. Should he go to Songjiang Daily again?
This made it difficult for Zhou Sen to make a decision.
He could pretend that he had not discovered this. Anyway, who killed Serkin had no special meaning to him, and he had no obligation to catch the murderer and seek justice for him.
What he wants to find out more is what Akiyama Nosuke wants to do. Is entrusting Serkin's case to him really just to test his ability?
Also, Anthony’s father died in a mysterious mission carried out by the Japanese. What kind of mission was it?
This is what he wants to find out.
Akiyama Nosuke must know, but if he doesn't say it, there is nothing he can do.
"Master Wasim, Mr. Ivanovich called this afternoon and said he will come to visit you tomorrow." Irina made a glass of milk, took it into the study, and said to Zhou Sen.
"Tomorrow?" Zhou Sen was stunned for a moment. He was still thinking about finding an opportunity to meet Ivanovic, but he didn't expect that he would come over first.
"Tomorrow happens to be the young master's rest. The young master won't forget it, right?" Irina said.
"I have a day off tomorrow?" Zhou Sen really forgot that he was a policeman and really regarded himself as the "people's servant" he was familiar with.
But, on this rest day, can he rest at home?
"When did Uncle Ivanovich say he would come over?" Zhou Sen asked.
"nine in the morning."
"Okay, I understand." Zhou Sen nodded. This was the first time since he replaced his original body that he faced someone who had a close relationship with Anthony's father.
Irina is just a maid in the family. It is impossible for her to know the secrets of Anthony's father, or even if she knows some, they are very few.
But Ivanovic is different. He is not only a subordinate of Anthony's father, but also a close partner, and may even be a "like-minded" comrade.
Zhou Sen was really nervous about how to face it. Anthony's father was a strict and meticulous man in his work, but in his original memory, Ivanovich was a quite gentle and personable man.
The original person had some admiration for this uncle Ivanovich. He hoped to be a man as personable and gentle as Ivanovich.
Even for a long time, I have been learning Uncle Ivan's way of life and habits. For example, he likes to wear suits and his leather shoes are polished. Every time before going out, his clothes are always neatly ironed and his hair is also neat. Combed meticulously.
However, now he is more casual.
Early the next morning, Zhou Sen woke up, washed his face, brushed his teeth, shaved, and specially put a little hairspray on his hair to give it a certain shape.
I specially chose a gray plaid suit, custom-made Italian leather shoes, and men's perfume.
This smells pretty good, and it doesn’t have much impact if you use it a little, but you still have to use it less or less until you don’t use it anymore.
After breakfast, everything was ready. I sat in the living room and read the newspaper while waiting for Ivanovich to come to the door.
Sure enough, Ivanovich was very punctual and said he would arrive at nine o'clock. At nine o'clock, he heard the sound of carriage bells ringing outside the door.
Irina opened the door, and Zhou Sen walked out of the door to greet her with Lucy in his arms.
"Uncle Ivanovich!" Zhou Sen opened the door and saw a middle-aged man with a Western face, less than 1.7 meters tall, stepping out of the carriage.
First a hello, then a firm hug.
"Wasim, I heard that you were promoted to police lieutenant. My uncle has been too busy at the factory these days and didn't have time to congratulate you!" Ivanovich chuckled.
"Uncle Ivan, please come inside and talk." Zhou Sen nodded his thanks and invited Ivanovich to come into the room to talk in detail.
"good."
Entering the home, Zhou Sen asked Ivanovich to sit down in the living room and asked Irina to serve black tea.
"I should have gone to visit my uncle, but I just took on a case and couldn't leave for a while. It's really my fault that I asked Uncle Ivan to come and visit in person." Zhou Sen lowered his attitude first before speaking. .
"Wasim, your father has been gone for three months, right? He hasn't sent a telegram or a letter to your family?" Ivanovich took a sip of tea, put it down and asked.
"No."
"That's strange. Normally, your father would send a telegram or send a letter back home whenever he was away for more than half a month. Why has he been away for so long this time without any news?" Ivanovich frowned. road.
"Uncle Ivan, I never ask about business matters, and my father rarely talks to me. He went to Fengtian to discuss business this time. You should know better than me. I still want to see you. Ask what's going on." Zhou Sen kicked the ball back directly.
"What can we do? Your father is not here, and there are many things that cannot be dealt with..." Ivanovich frowned.
"Uncle Ivan, I don't understand this business matter. It's up to you to make the decision. When father comes back, you can explain it to him."
"However, without his authorization and private seal, there are some things in the company that I cannot handle." Ivanovich said.
"Didn't Father's personal seal be left to Uncle Ivan?" Zhou Sen was slightly surprised. He hurriedly left a letter and arranged it. Ivanovich was his right-hand man, how could he not explain anything at all? No?
Could it be...
