My spy diary

Chapter 57 Investigation
Zhang Yi, with quick hands and eyes, quickly supported Wang Xinheng and whispered:

"Section Chief, if you can run away, the monk can't run away from the temple, but you can't let the Intelligence Department see the joke."

Wang Xinheng was in a trance, then he reacted, glared at Bao Hongfei with a crow's mouth angrily, and immediately issued an order.

"Zhang Yi, take people to his house immediately."

"Yang Wenxuan, call the military police immediately and ask them to strictly check the crowds passing by the city gate."

"Liu Kui, ask Tang Guangwu to come over and see him immediately."

Tang Guangwu is the leader of the Operations Section, and Xing Guozhong is his subordinate, responsible for today's guard work.

The place where Xing Guozhong lives is a gray independent apartment building, which is said to have been invested and built by the French.

Three floors high, Xing Guozhong lives in room 204.

When Zhang Yi and the others arrived, they saw a lot of people crowding around in the corridor, looking around and talking in low voices.

There were three patrol officers standing behind the door.

As soon as he saw this posture, Zhang Yi knew something was wrong.

After squeezing into the crowd, I saw that the door was half open, and more and more blood was flowing out from the crack in the door of 204.

However, there was a huge footprint on the blood stain, which made Zhang Yi frown.

A fair-skinned young policeman saw a group of strong men in black squeezing into the crowd and subconsciously reached out to block them, but the monkey stepped forward and pushed them away.

"The Secret Service is on business, get out of the way."

"Our patrol received a call." The young policeman's face was full of innocence and immaturity, and his eyes were not yet exhausted after being ravaged by life.

I heard that he is from the Secret Service. He is a little timid, but also has the stubbornness of a newborn calf who is not afraid of tigers.

Hearing the noise, two middle-aged patrolmen walked out of the door. They had a straight face and looked like they would not let strangers in. When they saw the ID the monkey took out, they quickly bent down and smiled, saying:
"It turned out to be the commander of the Secret Service. We were patrolling the streets."

"Stop talking nonsense, who called the police, and who died?"

"This, sir, the name of the dead man is Xing Guozhong. We, we just saw his ID and we just arrived."

Xing Guozhong is dead?
Zhang Yi's pupils gathered and he glanced at his watch. It took him 20 minutes to get here from the Secret Service. No matter how fast Xing Guozhong ran, he should be back soon.

If this person is a mole, why doesn't he run away?
Now that he is dead, is it suicide out of fear of crime or homicide.

The case instantly became confusing.

"Just arrived? Who left these footprints?

What about the blood stains on his feet?
Do you know that you are destroying the scene? "

Zhang Yi's continuous questions made the two middle-aged patrol officers embarrassed and frightened. At this moment, they looked embarrassed and couldn't move forward or retreat.

"Who called the police?"

"Yes, you are a villain." One person from the crowd walked out fearfully.

This man was in his thirties, with sunken cheeks and small eyes, like a mouse.

Zhang Yi glanced at it, then called the monkey and said:

"Take a few brothers and separate the onlookers to ask questions about this building and nearby residents. When did they arrive? Who can testify? What they saw and what they heard. The more detailed the better."

"Yes."

The monkey saluted and left with a few people.

Zhang Yi looked at the reporter and asked:
"Tell me, what is your name and what was going on at that time."

"The villain Liu San lives next door." Liu San started, looking uneasy.

"The villain was sleeping at home, and suddenly he heard a gunshot, and then something fell. The villain didn't pay attention at first, but then he got curious and came over... and then he saw blood."

"Do you know the person who lives next door?"

"I know him. No, I don't know him. I just met him a few times. He looks a bit fierce. I didn't dare to say hello. Besides, he just moved here not long ago."

"Really? What do you do? How much is the rent here?"

"I work in a power plant, and the rent here is 7 yuan a month."

"7 yuan?" Zhang Yi squinted his eyes, and his eyes suddenly became sharp. He gave his men a wink, and two plainclothes men directly controlled Liu San.

"Sir, why are you arresting me? I called the police. I really didn't kill him?" Liu San argued in a panic.

"I didn't say you killed someone, but you're lying. Your shoes are worn thin at the edges, Curly. This is because you have been riding a bicycle for a long time. The power plant is so far away. It's understandable that you cycle to work, but you have been working at the power plant for a month. How much money do you have to spend 7 yuan to rent a house?"

After hearing this, Liu San's face instantly turned pale, his body swayed, and he said tremblingly:
"Sir, I misunderstood. I live in a shared apartment with someone. I have a sweetheart who lives in the city, here."

Zhang Yi didn't bother to think about whether they were living together or living together. In troubled times, the relationship between men and women was chaotic, and the trend was such that many celebrities, let alone ordinary people, stopped their wives and remarried.

He asked plainclothes men to control the caller first, and then walked in with several men who knew Xing Guozhong.

The room is not big, about 20 square meters. On the right side of the entrance is a desk, then a wardrobe and a bed.

However, the closet door was open and the bed was messy, as if they had been robbed.

Stepping over the bloodstain, what comes into view is a corpse. To the right is a pistol, a Browning standard pistol, and next to it is a fallen chair.

Zhang Yi squatted on the ground, and after confirming that it was Xing Guozhong, he began to examine his body.

He was shot in the temple, and his hair was burned, which was consistent with the characteristics of being shot at close range. Judging from the position of the gun and the way his fingers were curled up, it seemed that he had committed suicide.

He put on his gloves and checked the gun. There was one bullet missing and the shell casing was lying not far away.

But the clothes had obviously been turned over, and Zhang Yi looked at the two patrol officers.

After being glanced at by Zhang Yi's sharp eyes, one person quickly said:

"Sir, we didn't move anything. The room was like this when we came in. We just found his ID in his pocket and put it back."

Zhang Yi winked at one of his men, who quickly groped around Xing Guozhong's body and found his ID and wallet, but the wallet was empty and the money seemed to have been taken away.

"Weird."

Zhang Yi sneered, if it was robbery and murder, why didn't you take away the weapons? If it was suicide, there seemed to be a second person at the scene.

His eyes passed over several policemen, stopped at the caller, and asked sternly: "Who opened the door?"

"My little man."

"Plop." Liu San fell to his knees on the ground with a mournful face, slapped himself twice, and cried bitterly:

"Sir, I was wrong. It was the villain who was possessed by ghosts. When he saw the blood, he knew something was wrong with the people inside and the door was open, so he had a wrong idea. But I didn't take anything except the money. There was someone inside.
I didn't dare to move at all. I wanted to run away, but when I heard someone coming out of the corridor, I had to shout for help, saying that someone was dead, and then ran down and called the patrolman. "

"Is that so?" Zhang Yi looked at the three policemen, saw them nodding, frowned and said:
"Don't move the body, start searching, don't miss any corner."

"Yes."

Soon a plainclothesman found a farewell letter from Xing Guozhong in the desk drawer. The general idea is that he knew he had made a mistake and his sin was serious, so he had no choice but to kill himself to apologize.

Looking at the messy and scrawled handwriting on the paper, Zhang Yi didn't know whether it was Xing Guozhong's handwriting. If so, what kind of mood he had at the time when he wrote this farewell letter.

But there is a loophole. Why would a person who committed suicide open the door?

Let others discover him earlier?

Or is it that this letter was forged by someone else, that this was a homicide, and that the door was left open to deliberately let people in and destroy the scene.

In short, this case is confusing and strange.

It seems that the person who untied the bell has to tie it.

Maybe the corpse will tell the answer.

"Collect all the physical evidence and call Corey immediately and ask the people from the technical department and the forensic doctor to come over."

Zhang Yi gave an order and looked at the caller again.

He sneered and said, "Tell me, besides taking money, what else did you see? What did you hear?"

"No, sir, I didn't see anything."

Liu Sanzhan was trembling with fear, kowtowing like pounding garlic.

"Really? You've already lied once, and I don't want to hear nonsense again." Zhang Yi took out the pistol from his arms, checked the magazine, loaded it neatly, and then put it on his head.

Liu San's face turned pale, his back teeth were clenched tightly, the veins on his forehead burst out, and his whole body was shaking into a sieve. The people next to him had closed their eyes in fear, and the surrounding air seemed to solidify in an instant.

"Liu San, you bastard, what have you done?" A woman in the crowd, wearing a coarse cheongsam, dropped her vegetable basket and rushed towards him.

She was about thirty or so, and had fine crow's feet at the corners of her eyes, but her face was fair and quite pretty. Behind her was a three or four-year-old girl with braids and an innocent look on her face.

Ignoring the plainclothes' obstruction, she pounced on Liu San and beat him indiscriminately.

"Tell me, what are you doing? Tell me quickly. Otherwise, what will happen to us two if you die?"

As he spoke, he knelt on the ground with a plop, bowed his head and begged for mercy:

"Sir, Liu San is a bit of a petty thief, but he really doesn't have the guts to kill people. It's definitely not him who is begging you to spare us."

Zhang Yixin said that this woman was probably Liu San's mistress. He was not moved at all and said coldly:
"Listen, I'll say it again, we are from the Secret Service, and we are ordered to arrest Japanese spies today. If anyone sees something or knows something, and doesn't tell the truth, there will be only one fate. He will be punished as an accomplice of the spies and shot."

"Now I'm counting to three. If you don't tell me yet, you'll be responsible for the consequences."

"3"

"2"

"Say it, Liu San, you bastard."

Liu San stared with rat eyes, his face was ashen, his breathing was rapid, his mouth was trembling, his forehead hit the ground with a "bang", and he trembled:
"I said. I said."

"After the gunshots were fired, I looked through the peephole and saw a man in black wearing a hat walking out of Xing Guozhong's house. He stayed in the corridor for a while and then went downstairs."

"I don't know if he noticed me. I was so scared that I didn't dare to vent my anger. Later, I didn't come out until he left. As soon as I saw the person dead, I started to think about making a fortune. This Xing Guozhong often brought people with him after he moved here. When a woman comes back and buys foreign wine, she looks like she is rich."

"What did you say? He brought a woman home? What does he look like?" Zhang Yi was startled and looked at Liu San with sharp eyes.

Zhang Yi had specifically checked just now. There were no women's clothes in the closet, and there were no traces of a woman living in the house. Could it be that the scene was specially cleaned?
"I didn't see it. Sometimes I hear the sound of high heels and look through the peephole and see a back figure."

Suddenly his eyes rolled, as if he thought of something, and added:
"But this woman is very promiscuous. The bed keeps making noise every night and she screams too loudly. It's not that I listen to the corner of the wall. It actually wakes me up from my dreams a few times. I even smashed the wall, but it didn't matter. use"

"You're shameless." Liu Sanxu murmured, and the mistress next to him rushed up and slapped him, then hugged the girl and went back to the house.

"Oh, you've never seen what she looks like? Are you not curious at all?"

"I'm curious, it makes people feel itchy when they hear it.
No, sir, I really haven't seen it. How can I say this woman is a bit "

"mystery?"

"Yes, yes, it's just a bit mysterious." Liu San quickly agreed.

"Okay, I believe you for now, get up." Zhang Yi put away the pistol and asked again:
"Tell me about the black figure you saw, tall, short, fat and thin."

"Yes, yes, yes." Liu San wiped the sweat from his forehead with his sleeves, took a few long breaths with lingering fear, and said while recalling:

"He wears a black gown and a top hat. He looks a little thin. He should be about the same height as me."

Zhang Yi visually inspected this person and found that he was just over 1.6 meters tall.

In other words, the suspect is a man over 1.6 meters tall, with a thin build, wearing a black gown and a top hat.

But if Xing Guozhong did not commit suicide, but the scene was disguised after the suspect killed him, unless this person is well-trained and a master, he cannot be Xing Guozhong's opponent.

Moreover, Xing Guozhong had no external injuries, which means that the killer struck brazenly when Xing Guozhong was defenseless or unconscious.

So the murderer must be an acquaintance.

In this case, Xing Guozhong's mysterious girlfriend becomes a major suspect.

With this in mind, Zhang Yi ordered his men to start searching again.

The hard work paid off, and after ten minutes, I finally found a perm on the quilt.

Having a perm and pursuing fashion means that she must have a decent job.

What job will it be?

Just when Zhang Yi was thinking hard, the monkey had already finished the inquiry. He pulled a weak fat man over. The man was breathing heavily. He didn't know whether it was because he was in poor health or because he was afraid. There was a thin layer of sweat on his forehead. beads.

"Report to the captain, when this person got off work today, he saw a man in a black long coat leaving the apartment and getting into a rickshaw outside."

"Tell me what that person looks like."

The fat man said tremblingly:
"Sir, he's a pretty boy with a pretty face. I just glanced at him and I really can't remember the rest."

"Pretty face, delicate and thin, maybe he was dressed as a woman." Zhang Yi sneered, and the case gradually became clear.

It was probably Xing Guozhong's mysterious girlfriend who killed him, then faked it as a suicide scene, and also cleaned up the traces of her own existence.

This person must be a well-trained female spy.

But to find one, two conditions need to be met.

First, her appearance.

Second, her activity trajectory.

"Monkey, take people to find the rickshaw driver immediately. I want the guest's face and her drop-off point."

The female spy may deliberately go in circles, but the first drop-off point still has reference value.

What Zhang Yi is worried about is that the rickshaw pulls so many people every day. Can he still remember her appearance now?

(End of this chapter)