Chapter 125: Politics Department Questions (please collect and recommend votes for monthly tickets)
Ma Yishou is used to being late.
This is the "privilege" of the inspector and deputy inspector.
However, when Jin Kemu was the commander of the tour, he was rarely late.
As the deputy general manager, you will usually not be late.
Only Ma Yishou has always been very dedicated. Since he became the deputy commander, he has rarely been late.
In Lao Ma's words, if you become an official, you will have to be a little different from you guys.
Ma Yishou held the fried rice wrapped in oil paper in one hand, and ate while walking.
Two of them were pinched out with three fingers and put them in their mouths. They ate so much that they were filled with oil, and their faces showed a look of enjoyment and satisfaction.
There were three patrol patrols standing by the window. Seeing Lao Ma eating so deliciously, even though he had already eaten breakfast, he could not help but drool.
"Looking at Lao Ma's eating is just appetizing."
"Well, let's not talk about anything else, Lao Ma's appetite is really good."
"Good appetite and good health." Datou Lu joked, "Old Ma's body can be safe even if he marrys three concubines."
These police officers were in a good mood. Miyamoto Saburo's case was taken over by the Political Department. The three patrols felt that the dark clouds above their heads were dissipated, and it was a sunny day.
"Which turtle!" Ma Yishou suddenly jumped and cursed.
Everyone was amazed. Just now, a basketball flew down from the ground and saw Lao Ma with a beautiful waist, barely avoiding the hit basketball, and then straightened his back, and was able to curse people so much.
This old waist is so nice.
...
"The horse's head's waist is not good again?" Cheng Qianfan showed a look of surprise.
"Yes." Jin Kemu sighed, "Old Ma's waist is old, so, for the third round of official duties, you will be more tired after being young."
Cheng Qianfan understood the meaning of Jin Kemu, which was to support him in controlling the power of the third inspection with his position as deputy governor.
"Mr. Jin is very loving, Qianfan is grateful." Cheng Qianfan made a surprise and looked grateful, so he was about to get up to salute.
"Sit down." Jin Kemu smiled all over his face, "Don't be polite, our uncle and nephew, I have always treated you and Heguan."
"Thank you, Uncle Jin." Cheng Qianfan said with emotion.
"Qianfan, the 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? There is no big deal, it's just a routine inquiry." Jin Kemu glanced at Cheng Qianfan deeply.
"Yes, Mr. Jin." Cheng Qianfan said seriously.
asshole.
He cursed in his heart, strictly speaking, He Guan caused him trouble.
It’s not that he had any objection to He Guan killing a Japanese man, the more Japanese pirates die, the better, but He Guan’s work is too rough.
If it were Cheng Qianfan, he would have at least a dozen ways to kill Miyamoto Saburo silently.
...
Bangbangbang.
The door of Jin Kemu's office was knocked.
Cheng Qianfan immediately stood up from his seat, quickly tidied up his police uniform, looked at his nose and nose, and made a manner of respectful listening to Deputy General Jin's instructions.
Jin Kemu also looked serious and cleared his throat, "Please come in."
A young Western man came in, followed by a Chinese visit.
China explored Jin Kemu and smiled.
A young foreign man was nearly five feet and six inches (190cm), strong and has a wide bones. He stood at the door, blocking the sunlight from the corridor window.
"Hello, Lieutenant Pitt." Jin Kemu greeted the other party.
Pete, deputy squad leader of the French Concession Political Department, retired from the rank of second lieutenant of the French Army.
"Hello, Jin, I heard that Cheng Zai is here, so I asked him to wear Gehua." Peter said, his Chinese language is a bit unclear.
However, it is already very good. You should know that these European and American people in the concession, especially the French who think they are the number one in Europe and the English who thinks they are the number one in the world, are always unworthy of China, and few people take the initiative to learn Chinese.
"Please give your own advice."
Pitt shrugged, not minding Jin Kemu's cold attitude.
He knew that he was investigating Jin Kemu's nephew, and it was normal for Jin Kemu to have such an attitude.
"Cheng, please." Peter said coldly to Cheng Qianfan.
Cheng Qianfan didn't say anything, as if he was a little surprised by such a serious situation. He glanced at Jin Kemu and saw Jin Kemu's serious expression and looked at him.
Pete took Cheng Qianfan along the corridor for a distance, then went up the stairs, and arrived at an office on the left on the third floor.
"You, go out." Pete pointed to his Chinese subordinates, "Don't let someone steal nails."
...
When the man walked out, he closed the door and listened to the sound of his footsteps as he walked away a few steps away.
Pete laughed loudly and hugged Cheng Qianfan, who was also smiling.
"Haha, Qianfan, my friend, I didn't expect that I'm back, the handsome and handsome Pete is back, and the scenery in 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 were communicating in French.
"I came back last week and Uncle Silva said you went to Hangzhou. What a pity. You have no luck to enjoy the fresh foie gras I brought back from France."
"Do you think I'll believe it? Let me calculate it. You got on the boat from Marseille and crossed the ocean. The foie gras sauce became smelly halfway through the way." Cheng Qianfan exposed this guy without hesitation.
"You still have no sense of humor as before, my friend." Pete shook his head.
"Where is your newlywed wife?" Cheng Qianfan asked, showing an exaggerated look, "You won't leave your newlywed wife back, are you careful that you will have a few more children after you return to France next time."
"Oh, your bad sense of humor, Linda is a good girl, I believe her." Pete glared at Cheng Qianfan, "She came to Shanghai with me."
"I will serve you and invite you and your wife to dinner," said Cheng Qianfan.
“It’s almost the same.”
After greetings and reminiscing, Pete's expression became a little more serious.
"Officer Cheng Qianfan, I have a question. I will ask you on behalf of the Political Department."
"Please ask."
"At about two o'clock yesterday afternoon, was Officer He Guan staying with you at your residence?"
"Yes." Cheng Qianfan nodded.
"Are you sure?" asked Pete.
"It should be." Cheng Qianfan showed a thoughtful expression, "It should have been three o'clock when He Guan left. Someone saw him when he left. This person can prove this."
As he said that, he asked Peter in surprise, "Is there something wrong?"
When Peter seemed relieved to hear Cheng Qianfan say that someone else could prove it.
"An ugly Japanese short man was killed. Officer He Guan appeared at the crime scene and investigated routinely." Pete said. Seeing Cheng Qianfan's worried expression, he smiled and said, "Don't worry, I know He Guan is your friend. He has now cleared of suspicion."
"Peter, thank you." Cheng Qianfan said. From Pitt's attitude, he could judge the attitude of the police station or even the French Concession authorities on this matter:
The murder of Miyamoto Saburo must not have anything to do with the police in the police station.
With Cheng Qianfan's testimony, especially when he learned from him that there were ordinary citizens who testified, He Guan had evidence of absenteeism.
The French Concession authorities can breathe a sigh of relief, which can "perfectly" clear away the suspicion.
He could even further speculate that the official news should conceal the testimony of why he was about testimony, and only talked about what ordinary citizens were in his home during that time period. Such testimony was the most powerful.
After talking about business, Pete and Cheng Qianfan continued to chat for a while.
"My friend, I'll get some good things back from France." Pete said with a wink at Cheng Qianfan.
Cheng Qianfan showed a joyful expression on his face, and his heart was even more excited and joyful than he showed.
"Where are you? What good things are there this time?" he lowered his voice and couldn't wait to ask.