My Spy Years

  Chapter 127 Interrogation by the Political Office (recommendation ticket for monthly ticket collection)

  Ma Yishou is always late.

   This is the 'privilege' of the inspector and deputy inspector.

  However, when Jin Kemu was the inspector, he was rarely late.

  As the Deputy Chief Inspector, I usually won't be late.

  Only Ma Yishou has always been very dedicated. Since he became the deputy inspector, he has rarely been late.

   In the words of the old horse, when you become an official, you have to be a little different from you bastards.

  Ma Yishou held the fried rice wrapped in oil paper in one hand, and ate it as he walked.

  Three fingers squeezed out two raw fried, put it in the mouth, the mouth was full of oil, and the expression of enjoyment and satisfaction appeared on the face.

   There were three police officers standing by the window, and seeing the old horse eating so deliciously, even though he had already had breakfast, he couldn't help drooling.

   "Watching the old horse eat is just an appetizer."

   "Hey, among other things, this old horse has a really good appetite."

   "Good appetite and good health." Datou Lu joked, "Old Ma's body is stable enough to marry three aunts and wives."

  These patrols were also in a good mood. The case of Saburo Miyamoto was taken over by the Political Department, and the three patrols from Ma Yishou felt that the dark clouds above their heads had dissipated and the sky was sunny.

   "What bastard!" Ma Yishou suddenly jumped up and cursed.

  Everyone was amazed, just now a basketball flew diagonally down, I saw the old horse with a beautiful lower back, barely avoiding the ball that hit it, and then straightened his waist, and he was still so full of arrogance.

  This old waist is really nice.

  …

   "Matou's waist is bad again?" Cheng Qianfan showed a surprised expression.

   "Yes." Jin Kemu sighed, "The waist of the old horse is old, so, the official duties of the third patrol, you are more tired when you are young."

  Cheng Qianfan understood what Jin Kemu meant, and it was to support him to use the position of deputy inspector to control the power of the three patrols.

   "President Jin's love, Qianfan is grateful." Cheng Qianfan made a surprise and grateful look, and was about to stand up and salute.

   "Sit, sit, sit." Jin Kemu smiled all over his face, "You and my nephew are welcome, I always treat you like He Guan."

   "Thank you, Uncle Jin." Cheng Qianfan said emotionally.

   "Qianfan, people from the Political Department will ask you something later." Jin Kemu said with a smile.

   "People from the Political Department?" Cheng Qianfan asked in surprise.

   "Well, what do you say, it's not a big deal, it's just a routine inquiry." Jin Kemu took a deep look at Cheng Qianfan.

   "Yes, President Jin." Cheng Qianfan said with a serious expression.

asshole.

  He cursed in his heart, strictly speaking, He Guan brought him trouble.

   It’s not that he has any objections to He Guan killing a Japanese, the more Japanese pirates die, the better, it’s that He Guan’s work is too rough.

  If it was Cheng Qianfan, he would have at least a dozen ways to kill Saburo Miyamoto silently.

  …

   Bang bang bang.

   There was a knock on the door of Jin Kemu's office.

  Cheng Qianfan immediately got up from his seat, quickly tidied up his police uniform, looked at his nose, nose and mouth, and acted as if he was listening respectfully to Vice President Jin's inspection instructions.

  Jin Kemu also had a serious face, cleared his throat, "Please come in."

  A young Western man came in, followed by a Chinese inspector.

  China inspector smiled at Jin Kemu.

  The foreign young man was nearly five feet six inches (190cm) tall, with a strong body and broad bones. He stood at the door and blocked the sunlight from the corridor window.

   "Hello, Second Lieutenant Pete." Jin Kemu greeted the other party.

  Peter, deputy squad leader of the investigation squad of the Political Department of the French Concession, retired with the rank of Second Lieutenant of the French Army.

   "Hello, Jin, I heard that Cheng is here, I'll treat him to Wen Gehua." Pete said, his Chinese words were a little unclear.

However, it is already very good. You must know that these Europeans and Americans in the concession, especially the French who think they are the number one in Europe and the English people who think they are the number one in the world, have always looked down on China, and very few people take the initiative to learn Chinese. .

"Please help yourself."

  Pete shrugged, not minding Jin Kemu's indifferent attitude.

  He knew that what he wanted to investigate was Jin Kemu's nephew, and it was normal for Jin Kemu to behave like this.

   "Cheng, please." Pete said coldly to Cheng Qianfan.

  Cheng Qianfan didn't speak, he seemed a little surprised by such a serious situation, he glanced at Jin Kemu, saw Jin Kemu's serious expression and glanced at him.

  Peter led Cheng Qianfan along the corridor for a certain distance, then up the stairs, to an office on the left side of the third floor.

   "You, get out." Pete pointed to his Chinese subordinates, "Don't let people steal your nails."

  …

  After the man walked out and closed the door, he heard the sound of his footsteps.

  Pete laughed loudly, and hugged Cheng Qianfan who was also smiling.

   "Haha, Qianfan, my friend, I'm back, the handsome Pete is back, and the scenery of the Far East is even more beautiful because of Pete's return."

   "When did you come back? I thought you wouldn't come back when you returned to France."

   Two people are communicating in French.

   "I came back last week. Uncle Xi Neng said that you went to Hangzhou. It's a pity. You won't be able to enjoy the fresh foie gras I brought back from France."

   "Do you think I'll believe it? Let me figure it out. You boarded the boat from Marseilles and crossed the ocean. The foie gras stinks halfway." Cheng Qianfan exposed this guy unceremoniously.

   "You're still as humorless as ever, my friend." Pete shook his head.

   "Where's your new wife?" Cheng Qianfan asked, showing an exaggerated expression, "You won't leave your new wife and come back, right? Be careful that you will have a few more children next time you return to France."

   "Oh, your bad sense of humor, Linda is a good girl, I trust her." Pete glared at Cheng Qianfan, "She came to Shanghai with me."

   "I'll be the host another day, and I'll treat the two of you to dinner." Cheng Qianfan said.

   "That's more or less."

   After exchanging pleasantries, Pete's expression became a little more serious.

   "Officer Cheng Qianfan, I have a question for you on behalf of the Political Department."

   "Excuse me."

   "At about two o'clock at noon yesterday, was Officer Heguan at your residence with you?"

   "Yes." Cheng Qianfan nodded.

   "Are you sure?" Pete asked.

   "It should be." Cheng Qianfan showed a thoughtful expression, "It should not have been three o'clock when He Guan left. Someone saw him when he left. This person can prove it."

   As he spoke, he asked Pete in surprise, "Is something wrong?"

  Hearing Cheng Qianfan said that someone else could prove it, Pete seemed relieved.

"An ugly Japanese dwarf was killed. Police officer He Guan showed up at the scene for routine investigation." Pete said, seeing Cheng Qianfan's worried expression, he smiled and said, "Don't worry, I know He Guan Guan is your friend, he is now cleared of suspicion."

   "Peter, thank you." Cheng Qianfan said, from Pete's attitude, he can judge the attitude of the patrol house, or even the authorities of the French Concession:

  The murder of Saburo Miyamoto must not have anything to do with the arrest of the police station.

  With the testimony of Cheng Qianfan, especially from his mouth, there are ordinary citizens testifying, so there is an alibi.

  The authorities of the French Concession can breathe a sigh of relief, which can 'perfectly' remove the suspicion of any relationship.

  He can even further speculate that the official news should conceal the testimony of why he was in his home, and only talk about ordinary citizens seeing him in his home during that time period. Such testimony is the most powerful.

   After discussing business matters, Pete and Cheng Qianfan continued to chat for a while.

   "My friend, I brought back some good things from France." Pete said, winking at Cheng Qianfan.

  Cheng Qianfan showed a joyful expression on his face, and his heart was even more excited and joyful than what he expressed.

   "Where is it? What good products are there this time." He lowered his voice and couldn't wait to ask.

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  (end of this chapter)