The man stepped forward in time, put the mask on the child's face again, and then ordered: "You go down first."
The child didn't seem to be satisfied with the man's arrangement, but after hesitating for a moment, he turned around and got into the secret door.
The secret door closed with a click. After it was completely closed, Mao Jianhua took a long breath.
"Minister, this is..." Mao Jianhua wanted to ask, but did not dare to ask more.
"This is my son. He is a semi-failure." The man smiled bitterly, "But he is very strong. As long as he has enough resources, he will recover."
"Resources, what...resources?"
The man looked at Mao Jianhua and suddenly asked: "Jianhua, how long have you been following me?"
Mao Jianhua was stunned and quickly replied: "Not long after I entered the institute, I followed you, the minister. It's almost twenty years ago."
"Well, twenty years, what a good number, Jianhua, you have grown very fast and very well in these twenty years, so I have some things to ask you..." The man said, throwing away
Give Mao Jianhua 9 photos, "The girls in these photos all have my children. If they are the soonest, they should be born next month. Well, before the children are born, you take them one by one and write on the photos
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Mao Jianhua just glanced at two of the photos quickly and put away the rest: "I know, Minister, I will do a good job." "Okay, you go back first, please ask me to give it to Zhao Shanhe
The hole dug is enough for him to drink a pot, but Zhao Shanhe cannot lose his official position for the time being, and he will still have to bear the blame later."
Mao Jianhua nodded and retreated. After walking to a place where no one was around, he took out the 9 photos and looked at them carefully.
It's not a bad thing, but when I looked at it, I found that one of the nine photos was Yuan Lan, and behind each photo, the corresponding address was - the slaughterhouse.
Mao Jianhua was not stupid. He knew what the slaughterhouse meant and what the minister might do. Especially after seeing the tall and thin child today, he was even more certain of his previous judgment.
Thinking of this, Mao Jianhua couldn't help but shudder. He took a deep breath and forced himself to calm down.
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At night, the body of the deceased had been taken away. At the police station, Ma Xiaoquan participated in the case discussion as an assisting investigator.
Everyone expressed their own opinions based on their own experience in handling cases, and some of them were reasonable. Of course, these judgments and inferences are uncertain until the autopsy report is released.
After the meeting, Uncle Zhao left Ma Xiaoquan alone and asked, "You have heard what my colleagues said, right? What do you think?"
Of course, Ma Xiaoquan couldn't reveal it too much. He pretended to think about it and asked: "Uncle Zhao, you called me to solve the case together. Did I create an illusion for you at that time?"
Uncle Zhao chuckled and said meaningfully: "Young man, in fact, I have been suspicious of your identity since the first time you showed up at my police station. It's just that because of my wife and that girl Lan Lan, I never exposed it.
You, do you still remember who you came to the police station with for the first time?"
Ma Xiaoquan hummed: "Wei Dajun."
"Yes, Wei Dajun. I later interrogated Wei Dajun several times and did a lie detector test on him. The result was... he did not lie. In other words, you... are not from here.
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Uncle Zhao's choice of words did not say that Ma Xiaoquan did not belong to this era. It may have been because he did not have enough vocabulary reserves, but at this point, Ma Xiaoquan certainly understood what he meant.
Seeing that Ma Xiaoquan remained silent, Uncle Zhao added: "Then you opened the wooden box at home and said you would help our family...I became even more sure."
Ma Xiaoquan chuckled, shook his head and said, "After doing this for a long time, Uncle Zhao has actually suspected me for a long time, right?"
Uncle Zhao glanced at Ma Xiaoquan, suddenly stood up, and knelt down in front of him with a plop.
Before Ma Xiaoquan could react, Uncle Zhao had already kowtowed to him several times.
"Uncle Zhao, what are you..."
Uncle Zhao raised his head: "I beg you, you must help me kill Mao Jianhua, and find out the person behind him."
Ma Xiaoquan helped Uncle Zhao up and asked, "Uncle Zhao, what should you know?"
Uncle Zhao looked around and after making sure no one was there, he moved his table away, then reached out and knocked, and took out a black oilcloth bag from under the floor tiles. Uncle Zhao patted the oilcloth bag and handed it to him carefully.
To Ma Xiaoquan.
"This is......"
Uncle Zhao said: "This is the manuscript information I have left behind after years of investigation. It should be useful to you."
Ma Xiaoquan opened the oilcloth bag and saw a thick stack of handwritten manuscript paper inside. Perhaps because of the time, the bottom manuscript paper had become a bit yellowed, but the handwriting on it was very clear.
"The Underground Master of Phoenix City..."
Seeing the name written on Uncle Zhao's manuscript, Ma Xiaoquan was stunned for a moment.
Uncle Zhao thought something was wrong and quickly asked Ma Xiaoquan what happened?
Ma Xiaoquan looked at Uncle Zhao and asked, "Is there really such a number one person in Phoenix City?"
Uncle Zhao nodded: "I thought it was a rumor at first, but after careful investigation, I found that it does exist, and in the past two years, there have been cases of pregnant girls dying mysteriously every year, but every case has been reported
It was suppressed and not made public. I only found out about it last year when I accidentally found a case file in the old director's cabinet. There are records in my manuscript that the location of each crime was in the slaughterhouse."
Phoenix has two state-run slaughterhouses, one located in the east and one in the south.
In other words, the house where the hanged corpse found during the day was not far from the slaughterhouse in the south of the city.
Ma Xiaoquan thought for a while and said: "So Uncle Zhao, do you think the man hanged today is an employee of the slaughterhouse in the south of the city?"
Uncle Zhao hummed, but then shook his head: "But it shouldn't be a formal employee, and there are no family members to claim it."
Ma Xiaoquan added: "So...you have considered this matter together with the matters you are investigating, right?"
Uncle Zhao nodded.
Ma Xiaoquan breathed out, thinking that before he left, he had done such a difficult thing. If he didn't give Uncle Zhao an explanation for this matter, he might not be able to leave.
After sorting out his thoughts for a while, Ma Xiaoquan said: "Okay, I understand. From now on, Uncle Zhao, we will cooperate with each other. I hope you can help me solve my identity issue from Zhao Jianshe. Outside, you are the director.
When it's just the two of us, we're partners."
"Okay~"
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The next day, Uncle Zhao took an approval document and went to the riveting factory to ask Zhao Jianshe for the person he wanted. The reason he gave was: Ma Xiaohu is a very exciting young man. Our police station happened to have contracted employment, so he transferred the person to us.
Zhao Jianshe definitely refused to let him go at first. He also thought about asking Ma Xiaoquan to help him get some more "underworld". However, Zhao Shanhe is now the director of the police station. Things are not what they used to be.
No problem, but Zhao Jianshe is not stupid enough to confront a newly appointed police station director. Besides, Ma Xiaohu is not considered a formal employee. His formal employment contract has been withheld by himself, so he can't talk about losing a person.
Formal employees.
The procedure was completed quickly, and by the afternoon of that day, Ma Xiaoquan had become a temporary employee at the police station.
Of course, since there is no exam and it is a cross-industry transfer, Ma Xiaoquan is not considered a police officer. He can only do some odd jobs in the station.
When it was time to say goodbye, all the workers, especially Master Wang, were very reluctant to part with him. After all, Ma Xiaoquan's personal ability was quite good. Without him, Master Wang would have lost an apprentice who could inherit his skills.
Ma Xiaoquan said to Master Wang, no matter what, you have been my master riveter, and you will always be my master in the future. If we meet again one day, I will definitely treat you to a good drink.
Master Wang chuckled and gave a screwdriver to Ma Xiaoquan.
This screwdriver was brought by Master Wang himself when he became an apprentice, and he cherished it very much.
After taking the screwdriver handed over by Master Wang, Ma Xiaoquan didn't know what to say.
"Okay, Xiaohu, when you work in the institute, you have to look like you are working. Don't be like in the factory, running around here and there." Master Wang warned.
"I understand, master~" Ma Xiaoquan was a little moved.
"Okay, I won't say anything else. You kid, no matter what, you are my most proud disciple. Hey, when you leave, I have to find a new disciple, his grandma's..."
Master Wang cursed and left without looking back.
Looking at Master Wang's thin back, Ma Xiaoquan was a little reluctant to leave, but after all, he was not from here. He would have to leave one day, and the long-term pain would be worse than the short-term pain. There was nothing wrong with just saying goodbye.
After leaving the riveting factory, Zhao Minglan and Uncle Zhao were waiting at the door.
Zhao Minglan complained that her father had transferred Ma Xiaoquan away so that she could no longer go to him at any time.
Uncle Zhao chuckled and comforted his daughter. We are still a family when we go home.
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When I followed Uncle Zhao to the station, most of my colleagues had already gone on duty. The one who stayed behind was a new female police officer. She was twenty-two years old, average-looking, with freckles on her face, but she had a good personality and was carefree. Everyone
They all call her Xiaoque.
Seeing Uncle Zhao leading Ma Xiaoquan, Xiao Que came up to him with a smile and expressed his welcome to Ma Xiaoquan.
Uncle Zhao teased Xiaoque, saying that if you don't find a partner, the freckles on your face will never disappear.
Xiaoque wasn't angry either. He smiled and said that I don't want to look for him yet. I'll wait until all the cases at hand are completed.
Ma Xiaoquan gave Xiaoque a thumbs up and praised Sister Que for her power.
Xiaoque laughed and handed a manuscript to Uncle Zhao. When Uncle Zhao took the manuscript and looked at it, he was stunned.