Jiang Xinyi opened the door, and Mu Tian, who was about to knock on the door, took back his hand and barged in directly.
"Hey, why are you back again? Is there something wrong with Lin Xiangyun?"
Mutian ignored Jiang Xinyi and walked straight to the writing desk. He picked up a pen and paper and wrote his name and handed it to Jiang Xinyi who came over.
"Fandry? Who is this?"
"This is what I need you to check. Counting what I owe you, I only need a quarter of Lin Xiangyun's money. Who is he? Who kidnapped him, and where is he tied up now?"
"It's a little difficult and it takes time."
"Isn't it difficult to find you? Just do it as soon as possible."
"Do you need a special agent unit?"
"No, this person probably has no political background."
"Okay then. As promised, try your best."
Mu Tian lowered his eyebrows and looked at Jiang Xinyi, and Jiang Xinyi also lowered his eyebrows and looked at him.
Jiang Xinyi still couldn't hold it in, so he spoke first, "What?"
Mu Tian stretched out his hand, "Wang Muliang. Didn't you know that I came to ask for this?"
Jiang Xinyi smiled, pulled out a document bag from the pile of documents next to him, and handed it to Mu Tian, "Let's take a look in the car."
Mutian took the document bag, put it under his arm, gestured with his hands and said, "Is the vine you gave me a little too short?"
"Oh, is it short? I think it's long enough."
"I need information about Lin Xiao in Japan, of course not only about his interactions with Mr. Wang. I need it tomorrow morning, but no later than tomorrow evening before get off work. Third Young Master explained that it was given to me early."
"Third Young Master? You know this will take time. Tokyo and Osaka are both far away from here. Mr. Maki."
"Call the detective."
"Ha, here you are just a spy here."
"One day it won't happen anymore."
"Oh, I hope this day comes soon, Mr. Inspector."
"Who are you?" Mu Tian suddenly asked seriously.
"What are you talking about? Jiang Xinyi is the deputy section chief of the political section of the patrol house in the French Concession." Jiang Xinyi was slightly startled, and then replied in a calm tone, with a bit of joking.
"This is not funny at all. I'm asking about your true identity."
"Mutian, you are an interesting person. When Ji Ruoxi came to me for help, did I ask you who you were? You must be kind." Jiang Xinyi's tone was full of annoyance.
Mu Tian choked, pointed at Jiang Xinyi with his finger, turned around and went out, slamming the door shut.
Jiang Xinyi looked at the closed but still trembling door and shouted: "Watch your melons!"
He walked to the desk angrily, picked up the phone receiver, and dialed a few numbers. The phone was connected, and after three rings, he hung up the phone. He sat on the desk, took out a cigarette, lit it, and just smoked it.
In one breath, the phone rang.
"Sir, do you want to change the door locks at your house?" A slightly older male voice came from the phone.
"No lock change, just a key."
"Clover, I am Triangle Maple, what are your instructions?"
"Tell Pique to come to the phone right away. I'll be waiting."
"yes."
There was noise coming from the receiver that was placed on the table.
Jiang Xinyi held the receiver under his head, sat back on the chair, put his feet up on the desk, and smoked a cigarette comfortably, staring straight at the ceiling through the smoke he exhaled.
Mu Tian asked the two guardians to go upstairs, arranged Lin Xiangyun to sit down at the dining table, and told the guardians not to let anyone talk to Lin Xiangyun and not to answer any questions from him. He followed Jin Hu upstairs.
As soon as he sat down at his desk and wanted to call Hu Ti, Yingzi came in and said that there was a Mr. Lu from Wandou Bang who wanted to report a crime and wanted to talk to him.
Mutian put down the phone and told Yingzi that all calls to report the crime should be registered first and the reason should be asked clearly. It is up to Mutian to decide whether to talk or meet or not. Also, those who came to report the crime in Erleng should register first and then call back.
Waiting for news from home.
Yingzi responded and was about to leave, but Mutian stopped her, "Call Yiheju and ask for two large bowls of noodles, give them to Mr. Lin on the second floor, and then go to a department store, any department store, to buy a decent set of clothes.
, a complete set inside and outside. It is also for Mr. Lin below. Let Jinhu drive you.
Yingzi said, this is not a place for food. How can we order food?
Mu Tian said, money, what is money for?
Yingzi still didn't understand, so Mu Tian had to say: "The function of money is to make all the impossible possible."
Yingzi seemed to understand and agreed. She looked at Jin Hu and suddenly thought to herself: The money is not with me anyway, as long as General Jin understands. So she happily made a phone call, and then went to the department store with Jin Hu.
However, when she saw the scrawny and slovenly Lin Xiangyun, she really couldn't understand why Mu Tian bought food and clothes for such a man.
The jeep traveled through the streets of Nanshi. Although the flames of war could no longer be seen or the smoke of gunpowder could be smelled, the ruins everywhere and the people wandering like zombies among the ruins made Mu Tian feel extremely depressed.
He thought of Peng County after the war, Zhulin Temple, his mother, his aunt, Master Miaoxing, even Ye Zi and Peng Haiquan, and his grandson Sun Zhichun.
He couldn't help but laugh sadly, in his heart.
War is like this, it will leave a lot of thoughts, even the war itself.
The car drove into a compound with a "Chinatown Police Department" sign, and the police were already waiting in line. Wang Muliang, who was standing between the two lines, saw the jeep stop and trotted to the door of Mu Tian, who had just got off the car.
In front of him, he stood at attention and saluted, and then stretched out his hands. Mutian shook Wang Muliang's hand symbolically, turned around, opened the rear door, and led Lin Xiangyun out of the car.
Lin Xiangyun had never seen such a formation before, and it was inevitable that he felt guilty and his legs could not help but tremble.
Mu Tian came closer to him and told him to hold it, if it was done well, he would live, if it was not done, he would die.
Lin Xiangyun nodded, his lips trembling and unable to speak.
Wang Muliang stepped forward, stood at attention, and saluted.
Lin Xiangyun couldn't help but be startled.
"Mr. Lin, please." He then said to Mu Tian, "Inspector Mu, please."
Mu Tian pursed his lips and smiled, stretched out his hand, and signaled Wang Muliang to go first.
Wang Muliang hesitated for a moment, but took the first step.
Mu Tian immediately stepped forward, walking behind Wang Muliang.
Behind him are Lin Xiangyun and Jin Hu.
Later, there was Dong Jianming, Wang Muliang's adjutant and director of the Political Department.