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Jiang Xinyong and Song Zi'an were led by Section Chief Liu and Bai Feng of the Criminal Investigation Bureau, and the four of them drove two police three-wheeled motorcycles to find Zhang Geng together. Pen × fun × Pavilion www. ｂｉｑｕｇｅ。 ｉｎｆｏ

The county public security bureau is in the north of central Qing County, and the first thing they went to find was Zhang Geng, who lived in the northern part of Qing County, and this Zhang Geng's address was closer to them.

Only five or six minutes later, Section Chief Liu, who was leading the way in front, parked the police motorcycle at the mouth of an alley. The small alley is too narrow for three-wheeled motorcycles to drive into.

As soon as the two motorcycles stopped, Jiang Xinyong grabbed Bai Feng, who was about to get up from the driver's seat: "Section Chief Liu, if you go in in police uniforms to find someone, it will inevitably make others misunderstand." It's better for me and Zi'an to inquire, and it's safe. ”

Section Chief Liu was about to pull out the hand of the motorcycle key, but put it down: "Okay, then you can go with this brother." ”

Song Zi'an stepped out of the sidecar, stood next to the motorcycle, and waited for Jiang Xinyong behind him.

Jiang Xinyong knocked away the hand that was tugging at his sleeve: "White madman, you are waiting here." When it comes to you later, I will naturally let you come forward!"

Bai Feng straightened the police hat on his head, and straightened his chest: "If you have difficulties, look for me, buddy is angry!"

Jiang Xinyong and Song Zi'an found the corresponding house number according to the copied address, and knocked on the door lightly.

"It's coming!" a somewhat old voice came, and with a "creak", the courtyard door was opened, and an old man on crutches appeared in front of them.

Jiang Xinyong smiled and said, "Uncle, is Zhang Geng at home?"

The old man frowned: "Ahhhhh

Jiang Xinyong raised his voice: "Uncle, is Zhang Geng at home?"

The old man shook his head: "You are louder, I am deaf." ”

Song Zi'an muttered: "We didn't knock on the door loudly, how did he hear it?"

A middle-aged woman came out of the small alley, and she was quite enthusiastic: "Young man, are you here to find Zhang Geng?"

Song Zi'an nodded: "Yes, but the old man's ears are not very good, and he can't hear us clearly." ”

The middle-aged woman smiled: "Zhang Geng went to work, and he was in the shoe brush factory not far from here." ”

Jiang Xinyong turned around and asked, "This aunt, you are quite familiar with Zhang Geng?"

The middle-aged woman looked at the two boys in front of her, their manners were good, and their accent was not like that of the locals: "You are from other places? How did you know Zhang Geng, he has never been out of Qing County." ”

Jiang Xinyong was still smiling: "We are here to find a Zhang Geng who moved from Nanhou Village to the county seat ten years ago, and I don't know if he is the person we are looking for?"

When the middle-aged woman heard this, she didn't hide anything, and directly told her intentions, but she was a little reluctant: "I can tell you clearly that this is not the person you are looking for." Zhang Geng has been under our noses since he was born. I'm six years older than him, and when I was a kid, I used to play with him!"

After Jiang Xinyong thanked him politely, he pulled Song Zian out of the alley.

Song Zi'an asked puzzledly: "Brother Xinyong, don't you need to verify it again?" That person is just a neighbor. ”

Jiang Xinyong explained as he walked: "It seems that the middle-aged woman is a land-sitting household, and she knows these old neighbors very well. When she appeared, the old man who opened the door for us smiled at her, indicating that they had a good relationship. ”

"What's more, we just met her in Pingshui, we don't have any serious relationship, we are just looking for someone, she won't tell lies. ”

The two got on the motorcycle, and when Section Chief Liu and Bai Feng saw them shaking their heads, they understood that this was not the person they were looking for. So, the two drove their motorcycles one after the other and headed south.

Song Zi'an sat in Section Chief Liu's motorcycle sidecar, and he listened to Section Chief Liu say to him: "It seems that it should be the second Zhang Geng." However, the trouble is that you are not from the village, you are strangers to him, and I am afraid that it will be difficult to communicate. ”

The entire county seat of Qing County is not large, from north to south, the drive is only twenty minutes, and Section Chief Liu parked his motorcycle next to the alley as usual.

Jiang Xinyong and Song Zi'an didn't wear police uniforms, so they still stood in front and went to find people according to the address.

The two walked to the innermost part of the small alley before facing the door number, Jiang Xinyong stretched out his hand and knocked on the door, but no one responded. If you listen closely, you can faintly hear the "crunching" sound in the yard.

Jiang Xinyong increased his strength and slapped them with his hands more than ten times, before the door bolt was opened, and after the courtyard door was opened, a man covered in sawdust asked impatiently: "What's the matter?"

Jiang Xinyong was basically sure in his heart, but he said: "Let's look for Zhang Geng, who moved here from Nanhou Village ten years ago, are you?"

The man pulled the sawdust on his face with his hand, and his expression became vigilant: "Who are you?"

Jiang Xinyong replied calmly: "We are from Nanhou Village, where the village chief Zhao Dazhuang has been arrested by the county public security bureau for embezzlement and murder of Zhao Laogen, the candidate for village head of the year!"

The man's face was delighted, and then he restrained his expression, but his tone was much better: "I am Zhang Geng, who left Nanhou Village ten years ago, what is the matter with me?"

Jiang Xinyong smiled at him: "Please wait a moment." He glanced at Song Zi'an, and Song Zi'an took a big step and ran to the mouth of the alley.

Song Zi'an waved his hand at Section Chief Liu, who was leaning on the motorcycle: "Found it!"

Bai Feng, who was nesting in the sidecar, immediately stood up and jumped out: "Then what are you waiting for, hurry up!"

The three of them strode all the way into the alley, and Zhang Geng, who was standing at the door, looked at two public security officers in police uniforms and the young man who ran out just now, walking in the direction of his house.

Jiang Xinyong was afraid that he would misunderstand, so he explained beside him: "Because we suspect that you were a victim like Zhao Laogen back then, the public security who handled the case specially came to you to investigate." ”

Zhang Geng's eyes showed a deep sadness, and it wasn't until Section Chief Liu and the three of them walked in front of him that they responded a little hoarsely: "Come in, if you want to know anything, you can ask." ”

Zhang Geng let everyone go to the middle room, he was outside the door, with a small broom hanging on the wall, swept all the sawdust on his body, and then entered the house and sat on the edge of the kang on the west.

There were two chairs in the room, and Jiang Xinyong was going to sit on the edge of the kang on the east side with Song Zi'an, and let the two public security officers sit on the chairs as the protagonists, so that they could face Zhang Geng and it was convenient to ask. However, he was rejected by Section Chief Liu: "Comrade Jiang, you and Xiaobai sit on a chair, you come to ask, and I will record." ”

As he spoke, he sat next to Song Zi'an, opened the canvas pocket he had been carrying, took out the book specially used for recording in the bureau, took out a pen, and stretched his posture.