"Woo~wu~wu~"

The shrill sirens rang through the quiet night sky of Jinling. Cars rushed out of the gate of Hong Gong Temple and entered the dark streets. At the intersection, they split into two groups and headed in different directions.

Zuo Zhong personally led a dozen special agents to Yaowan Street to search the warehouse, while Gu Qi took over the archives of the Central Hospital. The others were still responsible for the work at hand, speeding up the investigation in an all-round way.

"Cata~Cata"

The agents who went to the warehouse pulled the sleeves and bolts of their guns one after another in the car. God knows whether there will be a firefight later. The warehouse can be a test or a trap. In short, you can never go wrong if you are careful.

Zuo Zhong also held the PPK in his hand. The cold gun body gave people a sense of security. On the battlefield, bullets will not bypass you because of your high official position. Only weapons can protect your own safety.

Half an hour later.

With a hiccup, the car passed through the dug-out threshold of the Zhonghua Gate and quickly passed the Changqian Bridge. It turned right and entered Yaowan Street. It slowly stopped on the side of the deserted road and kept starting.

Under the dazzling car lights, the two little spies got out of the car and walked around to make sure there was no ambush around them and raised their hands and made a gesture. After receiving the signal, the others got out of the car and closed the door forcefully.

"Canopy~"

"Canopy~"

.....

After the crisp sound of closing the door, several tall and strong men protected Zuo Zhong as he moved towards No. A 7. Some residents heard the sound and secretly looked outside, but after seeing this scene, they retreated silently.

The people of Jinling City all know that they all wear black Chinese tunic suits and come out late at night, with no one else but spies. It is best not to interfere with such noisy matters, otherwise they will easily be taken away for investigation.

Zuo Zhong and others walked dozens of meters and stopped outside a courtyard surrounded by red bricks. They quickly went to the concierge and knocked on the door. The clanging sound made the nearby wild dogs bark.

The caretaker in the house opened the door nervously when he heard the sound. Before he could ask, someone put a gun to his head and took away the key. The door opened immediately and the spies rushed in.

"Watch it, stay vigilant."

Zuo Zhong said something to the man controlling the gatekeeper, then turned around and walked into the courtyard. The first thing he saw was a large open space with L-shaped warehouses on two sides and a small trestle on one side.

It can both park cars and transfer water. This kind of warehouse is a hot commodity in Jinling. The rental price is probably not too cheap. The other party is willing to leave this place vacant. It seems that the money is really not bad.

Walking around the open space, he kicked the soil beside the courtyard wall and in the center of the open space, and found that the latter was pressed very hard, indicating that the transportation volume here was large and the vehicles were fully loaded.

What was put in the warehouse before?

What's in it for the murderer?

Two questions popped up in Zuo Zhong's mind. After pondering for a while, he walked into an iron door. The light inside had been turned on by a small agent, and dark yellow light emitted from the bulb above his head to illuminate the warehouse.

There were some empty wooden boxes placed on the smooth cement floor, but there were no other items. The scene was cleaned very clean. Zuo Zhong bent down and wiped the ground with his hands. After checking, his face became solemn.

Gu Qi told him before that Su Zifu's office and residence were handled by professional cleanup personnel, and the same was done here. All valuable evidence was destroyed. The work was done very well.

Clearing traces is the most overlooked link in intelligence operations, but it is very important. Sometimes a newspaper, a footprint, or a hair can allow the enemy to lock your identity.

There are many specific methods. The more sophisticated ones include cleaning it spotlessly like this, or using other people to enter the scene to confuse the view. The more crude ones include setting fires, water bubbles or blasting.

This side confirms one thing. These local snakes in the Caobang are very smart and did not alarm each other, because the former is only suitable for use when there is plenty of time, not during emergency evacuation.

In addition, with such careful handling, the other party may hope to use this place again. After all, the geographical location of this place is quite superior, and there is no better place than this in the entire Jinling City.

To the north is Jinling City.

Heading south you can enter the wilderness.

Go west and the moat leads directly to the Yangtze River.

To the east, you can go to Sun Yat-sen Mausoleum due to the dense water network.

Anyway, if Zuo Zhong is lurking behind enemy lines, he will definitely not give up this stronghold that can be advanced, retreated, attacked and defended easily. Destroying this place will at least cut off an escape route for the murderer.

This is just the beginning. If a clue is found next, the Secret Service will deal with it with the most severe attitude, gradually compressing the murderer's space for movement and slowly suffocating him.

Zuo Zhong thought of many things in an instant, and then walked towards the wooden box. It happened that a few agents had just checked whether there were any explosives inside. When they saw him coming, they quickly moved out of the observation position and stood aside to protect him.

Putting on his gloves and squatting down, he knocked on the wood and couldn't help but ponder. In this era, only fragile and moisture-sensitive goods need to be stored in wooden boxes, such as medicines and glass products.

So what is stored here? Why don't you ask the old man at the door? He has been looking at the door for so long, so he should know something about the warehouse, but don't forget the cunning and cruelty of the murderer.

If the gatekeepers really knew something, what they saw now would not be a living person. For the murderer who had killed more than a dozen people, killing an old man was no more difficult than killing a chicken.

Out of caution, Zuo Zhong still called the janitor, and the result was as he thought. The other person had seen Su Zifu's photo and said that this was his boss and he didn't know anything else.

"Sir, at my age, I can earn fifteen dollars a month. I have been blessed for several lifetimes. How can I care about my boss's affairs? I really don't know what his last name is."

When the old man heard Zuo Zhong asking about his employer's name and the situation in the warehouse, he smiled bitterly and said: "On the first day I came, my employer told me that I was not allowed to enter the warehouse, that I was not allowed to smoke or drink, and that I was not allowed to peek when loading or unloading goods.

Every ten days and a half, two or three large trucks without license plates would come to load and unload. The tires were all flat, and there were a lot of heavy things loaded on the trucks. Each time, it took a long time to load and unload.

Moreover, despite his gentle appearance, he is actually very fierce. There were two gatekeepers here at first, and the other one just glanced into the truck and disappeared the next day without even taking his luggage."

When Su Zifu was mentioned, his eyes were full of fear, and he obviously had some bad memories. The person who disappeared for no reason may have become a floating corpse in the Yangtze River.

Zuo Zhong waved his hand and asked someone to take him out. This situation was expected and consistent with the characteristics of the murderer. He was about to leave and go back to the Secret Service when suddenly, a gust of breeze blew by.

The fishy smell of moat water.

The scent of flowers and plants in the yard.

The fragrance of earth.

Various smells collided with each other driven by the wind, and the originally dull fragrance became more and more obvious. Zuo Zhong decisively stopped and sniffed hard. It was really strange where the aroma of wine came from.

The gatekeeper said that Su Zifu did not allow them to drink. Judging from the fear on the other side's face, he must not have the guts to hide the wine secretly. Could it be that the transferred goods also included wine besides digitalis?

He immediately turned around, followed the smell, and finally stood next to a wooden box with a puzzled look on his face. He had never heard of wood smelling like wine in his previous life. Could it be that this was some new species?

After observing carefully for a while, Zuo Zhong squinted his eyes, took out a flashlight from his pocket and shined it at the bottom of the box. He saw that the light brown wood seemed to be stained with a light red color. Could this be blood?

That's not right. The aroma clearly comes from these things. He hesitated for a moment, took a deep breath and wiped the light red traces with his fingers, then put it under his nose and smelled it gently.

(I originally wrote it and put it in my mouth...)

A little sweet.

A bit astringent.

It seems to have a bit of fruity aroma.

Red wine, Zuo Zhong suddenly realized, this is red wine, maybe the red wine in the box was broken, so the wine liquid was stained on the wooden board, escaping the professional cleanup personnel to clean up the traces.

The question was how could the other party leave such a big loophole for them. He thought about it and felt that it might be Su Zifu's strict management methods that caused the transporter who broke the bottle to dare not report it.

Or maybe the wine bottle was not completely broken, but just leaked a little liquid. The highway in the Republic of China is not a highway. It is normal for this kind of thing to happen in the bumps. With so many goods, it is inevitable that things will go wrong in the rush.

As for whether the murderer deliberately disturbed the reconnaissance line of sight, it is unlikely. Even if he did, it would be better to leave a wine bottle instead of leaving a wine stain that is not easily discovered.

Zuo Zhong rubbed his fingers and figured out one thing. No wonder Su Zifu didn't allow the janitor to drink, or he didn't want a janitor with a drinking habit. It turned out to be because he was afraid that the janitor would be watching and stealing.

I caught your fox by the tail,

Damn it!

His eyes flashed, and he thought of more things. First of all, the hardened soil at the door of the warehouse and the gatekeeper's narrative proved that there was a lot of goods being circulated in this place.

Even if only part of it is red wine, it is still a very big number. Who or where can consume so much red wine? A hotel? A restaurant? A foreign company that sells wholesale wine?

All of these are possible, and it is easy to find out about this matter. The red wine market in Jinling is very small. With a little inquiry, they can find out how many bottles of red wine a family uses, and they can quickly identify the murderer.

Zuo Zhong pointed to the wooden box with a smile and said to the little agent: "Tear this apart and hide it in your clothes and take it back. Leave a few people to guard it here and no one is allowed to come in."

He did not forget that there were surveillance personnel surrounding the murderer. If the other party saw them holding the wooden box, they would probably alert the snake. If someone ran away, no one could bear the responsibility.

"Yes, Deputy Director."

Several agents immediately acted in accordance with the order, separated the parts of the wooden box, checked each other's bodies again, walked out of the warehouse with a natural expression, and drove the car back to Hong Gong Temple.

At this time, the sky was getting brighter, and there were gradually more pedestrians on the road. Among them, a bearded man in a long robe walked hurriedly from an alley south of Yaowan Street to the urban area of ​​Jinling.

An hour later, he got off a rickshaw, looked at the Secret Service not far away and raised his lips, stepped into a grocery store, picked up the phone, and spoke in the local Jinling dialect.

"Boss Sha's goods have been taken away. There is no problem. Yes, the money and goods are fully settled."

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Chapter completed!