"God bless France!" Li Guolou waved his hat in his hand and prepared to leave.
"Mike, wait a minute, someone hanged himself. Do you want to go and see if it's true?" Inspector Vasizo learned about the new case from a policeman who reported the news and wanted him to handle it. He couldn't help but ask. Called Li Guolou.
"Ah! So busy!" Li Guolou, who had originally walked to the entrance of the lobby, turned around and came back with an excited and impulsive expression on his face. Seeing that a dead person is stronger than a beautiful woman, this kind of excitement is not available in bed.
"Let's go! It's not far!" Vasizo flipped the hat in his hand and put it on, touched his mustache, and raised his head to let the people in the hotel see clearly what the person who solved the case looked like.
Li Guolou watched deeply, and he learned new tricks. The French upper class led the fashion, and he would follow in their footsteps, and also promoted new fashion in the Qing Empire.
"I'll go take a look too, don't be the same person who bought friendship insurance." Reagan couldn't help but worry, scooped up the hat on the coffee table, and followed him out.
The doorman at the door didn't know who he was. He didn't look directly at the braided Li Guolou. He reached out to the tall Reagan for a tip, and received a glance of cigarette ashes.
The afternoon sun shone on people, making them feel warm all over. Li Guolou and Vasizuo strode like soldiers, while Reagan trotted hard to follow behind. The three of them were about the same height and dressed the same, both wearing coats and hats. It's easy to tell at a glance that the three people are on the same team.
Li Guolou asked curiously: "Vasizuo, are you usually so busy?"
Vasizo tilted his head and glanced at Li Guolou sideways, and said: "If you don't come to the French Concession, I'm drinking coffee and reading the newspaper at this time. You're the only one here who has a lot to do. Do you know how many patrols I've mobilized for your safety? ?”
"Easy to say, I'll give you two bottles of Bourbon Dynasty red wine in the evening. This will be interesting enough." Li Guolou quickly bribed the other party. When engaging in public relations with high-class people, one must pay attention to moral character. The high-quality red wine was offered so that the other party could not refuse.
"Well, let's open the champagne tonight." Vasizzo stroked his mustache, looking forward to a sumptuous banquet and a double harvest of career income. He just wanted to finish investigating the crime scene as soon as possible and drink champagne early to celebrate the everlasting friendship.
Li Guolou and Vasizuo competed with each other, and the two of them walked faster and faster, so tired that Reagan behind him was breathing heavily.
The Russian family of Tymoshchuk was immersed in grief. The man hanged himself and died in the study at home. The old housekeeper Skiv recounted the incident.
Tymoshchuk's home is in the Russian Concession. It is rare to live in a house in the French Concession. Last night, Tymoshchuk stayed out all night, so he came here to have a look. Maybe the owner Tymoshchuk brought a little girl. I came here to play. Unexpectedly, I saw that the owner Tymoshchuk committed suicide by hanging from the beam. I hurriedly reported the case and asked the police to come and find out whether the owner Tymoshchuk committed suicide or was a homicide. His wife Yejiva dragged the four-year-old boy Li Guolou cried so heartbrokenly that when he saw this scene, he couldn't help but think of a scene that happened to him when he was a child.
Vasizo asked: "Mrs. Yejiva, did your husband go to the boxing match yesterday afternoon?"
Yejiwa wiped her tears and said: "Yes, Mike, the killer of a thousand cuts, knocked down Robinson. I think my husband probably couldn't figure it out. He would come after just one night of fooling around outside, but he didn't expect to die here."
Li Guolou hurriedly turned his back to prevent Mrs. Yejiwa from seeing his bruised and swollen face.
Vasizo made a note in a small book and asked: "Mrs. Yejiva, do you know how much money your husband lost?"
Yejiva hesitated and said: "I don't know the details, but he mortgaged the two houses we live in."
Li Guolou and Reagan looked at each other and took a breath of cold air. How much money did the deceased Tymoshchuk bet on Robinson?
Vasizo's expression did not change and he continued to ask: "Mrs. Yejiva, does your husband, Mr. Tymoshchuk, buy insurance?"
Yejiva dryly replied: "I think so."
Vasiso remained silent and walked into the study.
Coroner Yusufa took off his gloves, stood up and said: "The deceased Tymoshchuk was strangled to death. There was only one strangulation mark. He should have been hanged. However, the hanging beam of the deceased was three meters above the ground, and the rope could not prevent him from hanging." There is a distance of one meter, and there is no stool under the deceased's feet. Why did he hang himself from the beam?" After saying this, Yousufa couldn't help but look at the old housekeeper Skiff who called the police, suspecting that Skiff had tampered with the scene of the crime.
The old housekeeper Skiff said anxiously: "I didn't open the door. When I came, I asked the gatekeeper here to come in together. The key to the apartment here is with the lobby manager. I came in with Manager Skiff. Me and Skiff The manager hasn’t touched anything.”
Manager Skiff in the lobby nodded and said: "That's right, we didn't touch anything, I swear to God."
A French patrol officer said: "Report to Inspector Vasizo, we checked outside the window and there were no footprints."
Manager Skiff in the lobby interrupted: "Tymoshchuk brought two big boxes here last night."
Vasizzo hurriedly turned around and went to the living room to look at the two large boxes, but found nothing. They were two large empty boxes.
Manager Skiff in the lobby turned pale and stammered and swore that he had not committed any murder and that whatever happened in the room was none of his business.
Vasizzo raised his eyes and stared at the suspects, and he already knew the answer.
Li Guolou has seen the flaw but is hesitant. The orphan and widower only have one insurance policy left. Should he add insult to injury?
Li Guolou stood alone at the window, looking out at the sun. The warm sunshine made his heart less murderous.
Reagan was suspicious and couldn't help but ask: "Mrs. Yejiva, is your husband's insurance purchased from the American Friendship Insurance Company?"
"No!" Yejiva replied firmly.
"Oh----" Reagan felt much better and said loudly: "Mike, what are you doing standing there?"
After hearing this, Yejiwa finally knew who the silent person standing in the room was. She drew her sword and crossbow and glared at Li Guolou. She stretched out her right hand and said angrily: "Sick man of East Asia, why did you come to my house? Get out of here." Go out, you are not welcome in my home."
"Polar bear, you still want to defraud insurance, go ahead and dream, Yejiwa, from now on you will only have sex to support your family!" Li Guolou was filled with righteous indignation and cursed.
Reagan hurriedly grabbed Yejiwa to prevent her from spitting on Li Guolou's face.
"Inspector Vasizuo, you will understand why there are four charcoal stoves in the study." Li Guolou said loudly.
Vasizuo squatted on the ground, touching the charcoal that had burned to ashes. Why did a small room need four charcoal stoves? Vasizuo stood up, smiled slightly, and said: "Mrs. Yejiva, don't curse. Mike He's the Qing Dynasty detective I invited. Your husband Tymoshchuk committed suicide. Your husband's life insurance is a piece of paper. You should save some money in the future."
"Wow wow wow wow!" Yejiwa hugged her son and cried loudly, regretting that she had offended the Qing Dynasty's detective, and now even the last windfall was wasted.
Vasizor Surong said: "The deceased Tymoshchuk came here last night with two pieces of ice, which were placed in two big boxes. Then he lit four charcoal stoves, and finally Tymoshchuk stepped on them. He committed suicide by hanging on an ice block. It was so hot in the room that the ice turned into water and then evaporated. This is the truth behind Tymoshchuk's death."
Vasizuo looked at Li Guolou. The two people who died were both killed by Li Guolou. Li Guolou was the real murderer. With a narrow wink, he was enough to let his brother let the murderer go.
Li Guolou couldn't bear to look at the crying mother and son. Everyone has their destiny. He is the nemesis of the deceased Tymoshchuk's family. He cannot be a good person here. He is standing here to bring hatred to the next generation. " "Polar Bear" Russia is a natural enemy to the north of the Qing Empire, and the two countries, which have been feuding for generations, will continue to accumulate resentment.
Li Guolou stood on the street with half of his face covered by his hat, but the land of the Qing Dynasty became someone else's land. This is the testimony of the Sick Man of Dongye. No matter whether you win a boxing match or a war, nothing can change. history, and the contract that has been made long ago. He will never regret it in his life. In this life, he can only walk on French soil with his head bowed.
The two French hooligans recognized Li Guolou, who was walking with his head lowered. Unwilling to miss him, they came back, jumped up and down in front of Li Guolou, swung their fists, and shouted: "Mike, let's have a boxing match."
Li Guolou moved the brim of his hat back and said with a smile: "You two, you have to get down in one round. Don't embarrass the French."
The two French gangsters looked at each other, unsure of what to do and did not dare to throw the first punch. They then looked at the people on the street, who glared at them, as if they were saying that the French do not fight uncertain battles.
"The friendship between the Qing Dynasty and France will last forever!" a French gangster yelled in an angry voice, his fist turned into slapping Li Guolou on the shoulder, and he joked with Li Guolou with kind eyes.
Li Guolou hugged the two French gangsters and said loudly: "French friends, I'll treat you to coffee."
The three of them became friends and walked into a coffee shop laughing and joking. Li Guolou didn't care when people scolded him and hit him. Many of his friends didn't know each other without fighting. Gangsters like to make friends the most. Li Guolou is a big guy at heart. Qing gangsters.
Li Guolou returned to Victoria Apartments, sat on the sofa and read an English newspaper "The Sun" sold on the street, preparing to go out for dinner later.
As soon as she turned to the entertainment section, Xie Liya snatched the newspaper and said softly: "Don't read it, Mike, because it said bad things about you. It was because I couldn't tell the reporter of the Sun about you, so they took it out of context and made nonsense. I will never give another interview to The Sun again."
"Xie Liya, it's okay. I just watched it once in the coffee shop, and now I watch it again. I think it's quite funny. I don't mind. I never thought about getting promoted, getting rich among people, and becoming a detective by the way." Li Guo Lou crossed his legs and took a sip of Huangshan Maofeng. He felt relaxed all over. Even when people spat on him, he could not even dodge.
The Chinese people have been insulted by foreigners for decades, and no patriot has committed suicide by caesarean section. Words and writings can be used to denounce foreigners, but using suicide to arouse the people is only popular in the Japanese Empire. As for the rebellious Knife Society, in The people in Shanghai did not dare to take a step even when they arrived at the entrance of the foreign concession, let alone fire a shot at the concession. This is the Xiaodao Society that claims to be patriotic and has a national complex. The only way to do this is to endure if you are not strong enough. Li Guolou must endure until the moment of explosion. .