Jiang Xinyi stood in front of him with a cold face.
"Hello, Chief Jiang."
"Um."
"Fixing the phone, passing by."
"When did the police station become so luxurious and even have a telephone installed in the cell?"
"It's the office, and I'm just passing by here."
"Is there a road here? Get out!"
Old Harry really left in despair.
Jiang Xinyi watched Old Harry really walk away, and met two patrol officers Asan at the end of the corridor. He whispered something and turned into another corridor.
He remembered that the two patrol officers Asan were in the detention cell.
Jiang Xinyi's heart tightened.
"You are in big trouble this time." He said to the window.
"I was your spy, so I beat up a few Japanese people. What's more, they were the ones who made rude remarks and hurt people first."
"I gave you a title to investigate the case, but you went to beat people, and the ones you beat were Japanese!"
"After all, I'm yours too, and I'm part of the patrol series. You can definitely help me. You're the section chief."
"Associate."
"The deputy is also the section chief."
"I really can't help you this time, and the trial will definitely be inevitable."
"You are irresponsible to me."
"The emperor and the common people are equally guilty."
"Stop talking to me, where is this charter?"
"This is it, the French Concession! Don't waste your life with me. I tell you to be careful here. Don't drink water or eat anything except what I give you. Do you hear me?"
After Jiang Xinyi finished his instructions, he closed the small iron window with a click.
"I don't know what is good or bad." He muttered to himself and returned to the office.
Zhang Jiayong has not returned from get off work yet to deliver the testimonies of several eyewitnesses.
"I seem to have seen old Harry going to the detention room." Zhang Jiayong said meaningfully.
"I saw him." He patted the testimony in his hand, "Very good, it is good for Mu Tian."
"They are just passers-by, their identities have no weight."
"Why don't you find someone of some importance?"
"People with status, you know their attitude towards the Japanese."
Jiang Xinyi pondered for a moment, "What do you think it means that Old Harry is actually in the detention room?"
"I don't think anything good will happen. There are a lot of Indian patrols over there in the detention room. We have to be careful. The trial will take another week."
After all, he is still Chinese and has a heart. Jiang Xinyi changed his expression to a gentler one and smiled at Zhang Jiayong, "Let me think about it. You should go back first. Thank you for your hard work."
"If I arrest someone, that's what the chief inspector wants."
Jiang Xinyi thought that Zhang Jiayong said this because he was afraid that he would put his foot in the sand. After all, Mu Tian was his recruiter who had not been a day old yet, and he was Jiang Xinyi's man.
Jiang Xinyi smiled and waved his hand again, asking him to leave.
Seeing that Jiang Xinyi was no longer interested in talking, Zhang Jiayong bowed and retreated.
"Zhang Patrol."
After greeting the two Asan patrol officers on guard, Zhang Jiayong hummed a little tune and walked a short distance away with his head lowered. Watanabe stood in front of him. The collar of his suit was turned up, but it did not cover the bandage on his neck.
Zhang Jiayong subconsciously touched the gun.
Ono's gun was pressed against his lower back.
"Du, Mr. Watanabe." Zhang Jiayong greeted him pretending to be calm.
"Mr. Eiichi Kui, I'd like to invite you to some tea." Watanabe snorted coldly and said.
"You're welcome."
"That's right. Inspector Zhang deserves this courtesy. Please."
The night is as cool as water.
The big clock on the Bund struck 12 times.
Zhang Jiayong was pushed into a black car with diplomatic license plates.
When they arrived at No. 16 Dongxingli, between Jing'an Road and Daxi Road, Julu District, West Shanghai, the big clock had not yet struck even half an o'clock.
The scale of this building, which has the Chinese character "朜" in its name, is more like an official academy than a private residence.
It is one of the earliest houses built in this enclave of western Shanghai.
Its owner is Watanabe Yanjiro. He came to Shanghai to work hard in his early years. After twenty years, he did all kinds of business and did it well, and he built this family business. It stands to reason that after August 13, with his
Being from Japan, he should be more prosperous. However, he hanged himself a year ago, in the main hall of this mansion called "Yao".
According to rumors, the stock business lost so much money that there was not even a cent left.
It was Kuai Hide and his family and servants who helped him buy ship tickets, and took him back to Tokyo in a porcelain bottle.
Watanabe Yanjiro is undoubtedly a very smart person, otherwise he would not be able to earn such a large family fortune. But what Eiichi Kuai said is exactly "the cleverness leads to the misunderstanding".
The clever Genjiro Watanabe turned into ashes and returned to his hometown across the ocean, while the self-proclaimed "stupid" Eiichi Kuai sat in high office.
When Zhang Jiayong came in, Kuai Eiichi, who was making tea, did not raise his head and said, "Please sit down, Zhang Sang, and enjoy the tea."
Zhang Jiayong knelt down opposite Jiujing Eiichi, "It's hard to fall asleep after drinking tea late at night, thank you, Your Excellency Jiujing."
"Haha, tea is a product of China, but the tea ceremony is popular in Japan. No matter what industry you are in, I admire you Chinese people. You are indeed very smart and have many inventions, but I also despise you. Do you know why?
"
"Please make it clear." Zhang Jiayong felt very uncomfortable, but he still lowered his head and listened.
"Cleverness leads to cleverness. Hahaha, haha. Zhang Sang, do you think I am right?"
"What you said makes sense."
"Snapped!"
Kuai slapped the table, "That Yakuza who insulted my great Japanese samurai has been arrested in the patrol room for four hours, and there has been no movement. What's the reason?"
"Your Excellency, Mu Tian is not a Yakuza, otherwise he wouldn't be able to beat Nomura-kun until he bleeds profusely."
"Ha ha."
The laughter was hollow, and Eiichi Kuai changed his smile to a stiff one. He took out a piece of smoke and patted it in front of Zhang Jiayong.
"Zhang Sang, this is comparable to what you stole in the patrol room in a month."
The Japanese are not particular about it. They are doing it to provide benefits to their own people. How can we call it stealing? The educated people call it "stealing by guarding"! Japan is just uneducated, but it still has a "tea ceremony"? You can get a few cups and pour them around.
, can it taste like urine after drinking it?
The patrol room has the task of investigating pornography, gambling and drugs, but those with backgrounds naturally dare not check large-scale opium dens, because you might just touch the butt of a tiger. However, what Jiujing said is right, a small opium den can last for a month
I can't walk that much.
He also earns meat money, but once he has a pigeon game with the gentleman in the study apartment, although he usually gets a considerable amount of silver, it takes a long time, and there are people who are caught out and steal the chicken without losing the rice.
It happens. It’s not like the business in front of you, where you go in with your left hand and go out with your right hand, which is convenient and fast.
While Zhang Jiayong was staring at the smoke on the table in silence, Jiu Jing said again: "Young master, please study at Shuren Primary School. Who are you, Miss Lily, who lives in the small house at No. 6, Lane 48, Baitang?"
Madam is young and beautiful, and you have to go through Biden Hall every day to take your children to and from school, right?"
A series of sinister questions made Zhang Jiayong's hair stand on end.
"You can't touch my family!"
"Did I say that?"
"I am a patrol officer in the French Concession and work for France. We are not hostile countries."
"Hostile? Do you have the final say or do I?"
"Your Excellency didn't ask me to come here to discuss diplomacy and war issues. As long as it doesn't hurt my family, you can tell me."
"I'll give you forty-eight hours to kill Mu Tian!"
Although Zhang Jiayong knew what Eiichi Kuai was thinking, he still couldn't help but shudder when he heard his blatant and shameless words.
"Those Japanese-hating radicals will definitely make a big deal out of this insult to our Japanese samurai! I want them to stop thinking about it and avenge their shame! What do I want, do you understand?"