Cheng Qianfan thought about it briefly and understood the intention of Qin Detai's move.
Cover the lid.
There is a traitor in the patrol room. This is a big scandal.
If this matter is exposed, the impact will be very bad, and as the boss of the Central Patrol Room, Qin Detai will bear the brunt of the impact.
Compared with a traitor policeman being killed, a policeman hanging himself looks much better in appearance.
Moreover, the reason why this patrolman committed suicide was that he valued love and justice, which might have aroused a burst of sadness and sympathy.
As for whether people who understand Lao Mo's character would believe it, these are all insignificant details.
Qin Detai determined the fate of Lao Mo's death, so this is the fact.
Cheng Qianfan also had to admire Qin Detai's skill and ability. As expected, Jiang is still very old:
He didn't give the matter a chance to ferment and cause trouble, so he settled the matter directly and neatly.
This is fine. Although it does not rule out the possibility that Qin Detai will investigate the cause of Lao Mo's death privately, at least this official characterization is an excellent result for Cheng Qianfan.
Moreover, Cheng Qianfan made some malicious speculations. With Tan Detai's attitude towards Lao Mo, Lao Mo's death might not be something Tan Detai would like to see.
Especially in the case that Lao Mo may be a traitor, this is a landmine. If it explodes later, Qin Detai will inevitably be affected. You must know that it was Qin Detai who arranged for Lao Mo to enter the patrol room.
"I don't know which hero killed Old Moyou..." He Guan turned his police cap on his finger, looking cynical.
However, the desire in his eyes gave Cheng Qianfan some clues.
This kid is very interested in the person who got rid of Lao Mo. To be precise, He Guan has a hint of admiration for the anti-Japanese hero.
Cheng Qianfan had to remind He Guan repeatedly not to show such emotions to any outsiders.
"What are you afraid of? Shanghai still belongs to the Chinese people." He Guan disagreed.
"This is the French Concession, a world owned by the French." Cheng Qianfan said with a sneer.
"You, you are so boring." He Guan muttered unhappily, took out several rows of Browning 9mm caliber bullets from his pocket and threw them to Cheng Qianfan, "Bring them with you for self-defense."
Cheng Qianfan took out his sidearm, removed the magazine, threw it to He Guan, took out his own empty magazine, and slowly inserted the bullet into the magazine.
"Gone." He Guan waved his hand.
Watching the guy leave, Cheng Qianfan shook his head slightly. He Guan's admiration for the hoeing hero made him happy, but also a little worried.
…
After He Guan left, Cheng Qianfan's expression turned serious.
He was now 80% sure that Liu Bo was serving the Japanese.
Cheng Qianfan has two guesses about Liu Bo's identity.
Liu Bo is Chinese and he is a traitor.
Liu Bo himself is Japanese and he is a Japanese spy.
Anyone else would probably not suspect that Liu Bo might be Japanese.
Not so with Cheng Qianfan.
While studying at East Asia Tongwen College, Cheng Qianfan became deeply aware of the Japanese ambitions and hidden depths towards China:
Many Japanese students speak Chinese, and their living and eating habits are completely in accordance with Chinese habits.
Even when these Japanese curse people, they use Chinese dialects, completely mistaking the fake ones for the real ones.
It can be said that their words and deeds are no different from the Chinese.
Japan’s purpose in cultivating these Japanese special forces who are more Chinese than Chinese is obvious.
Cheng Qianfan could already imagine that there must be many such Japanese agents lurking in all walks of life in China.
They were the eyes and ears of the Japanese invaders, scanning the land of China with greedy and vicious eyes.
Regarding Liu Bo, Cheng Qianfan reminded himself that he must maintain a high degree of vigilance. He shuddered at the thought that it was very likely that a Japanese spy was hiding next to him and had a good relationship with him.
In the alley, He Guan patted his face gently. Thinking that he actually suspected that it was Cheng Qianfan who had done this to Lao Mo, he felt that he was a little sorry for his good friend.
Now he was relieved. According to his observation, Cheng Qianfan's surprise and fleeting joy after hearing the news of Lao Mo's death were enough to show that this matter had nothing to do with Cheng Qianfan.
However, after Cheng Qianfan was ruled out as a suspect, the young patrolman felt a slight sense of disappointment in his heart.
…
Cheng Qianfan cooked a few dishes.
A portion of scrambled eggs with dried shrimps.
A portion of braised pork.
There is also a dish of fried small yellow croaker.
"Haozi, are you off work?"
"Yes, I'm off work. Hello, aunt."
"Haozi, are you here to see Brother Fan?"
"Yes, is Brother Fan at home?"
"Yes, I didn't see him going out in the afternoon."
"Haozi, this is incredible, your Brother Fan almost lost his life today."
"ah--"
"Yes, please listen to me and explain it to you in detail."
The half-open door could not block the voices in the alley, so Cheng Qianfan heard Li Hao hurriedly open the door and come in.
"Brother Fan, are you okay? I just heard -"
"It's okay." Cheng Qianfan said with a smile, "The food is ready, ready to eat."
Li Hao put the wine bottle he was carrying on the table, rushed forward in a few steps, looked around Cheng Qianfan again and again, and then breathed a sigh of relief after confirming that he was not injured.
"I said it's okay." Cheng Qianfan felt Li Hao's concern for him and smiled and said, "Go, wash your hands."
"Eh."
…
During dinner, Li Hao repeatedly asked what happened in the morning.
Cheng Qianfan couldn't resist, so he gave a brief explanation.
"What's wrong?" Cheng Qianfan put down his chopsticks and looked at Li Hao, who was a little silent.
"Brother Fan, it's my fault. I didn't protect you." Li Hao raised his head, his eyes were red, "I didn't come this morning."
"Hey, it's none of your business." Cheng Qianfan smiled and said, "Didn't I say, I'm fine, I'm fine. Besides, it's a good thing you didn't come, otherwise you would have been in danger."
"I'm not afraid of danger." Li Hao said, holding his neck, "I'm willing to block the gun for Brother Fan."
"What are you talking about?" Cheng Qianfan got angry.
"Brother Fan, I'm telling the truth." Li Hao wiped away his tears, "I'm not afraid of death, I'm just afraid that something will happen to you. Since I can remember, you are the only one who treats me well. You are my brother.
If something happens to you, I will no longer have any relatives. I would rather protect you if something happens to me."
Cheng Qianfan looked at Li Hao who was crying with tears. Hearing these words, a warm current surged in his heart, "I can protect myself. Don't say such things in the future. I don't want you either."
Something happened."
"Brother Fan, I'm going to die, you are more important than me." Li Hao said stubbornly.
"Shut up!" Cheng Qianfan slapped the table and saw Li Hao's frightened and overwhelmed expression. He sighed, "Haozi, remember, you are not dead. I don't want to hear you say such things again."
"Brother Fan, I..."
"Haozi, always remember this." Cheng Qianfan's expression was extremely serious and solemn, "You, Li Hao, are not inferior to anyone else. Your life is precious and dignified. You have the right to pursue a happy life. You are
Li Hao, an upright Chinese, is my younger brother, Cheng Qianfan, and my relative, remember?"
"Brother Fan, I remember." Li Hao's eyes were red, he gritted his teeth and nodded heavily, as if he wanted to bite these words into pieces, chew them up, swallow them into his stomach, and integrate them with his body.