Yenching University, Special Police Station.

Jingle bells!

Luo Yongqian, the director, was squinting his eyes and dozing off, when a phone rang suddenly came from the back room.

"Boss, your phone." A police officer walked in.

"Oh," Luo Yongqian agreed, then walked to the phone in the room, picked up the microphone and asked, "Which one?" ”

"I'm Muto." A stiff tone came from the microphone.

Luo Yongqian was taken aback, and hurriedly waved his hand, signaling a few subordinates in the room to go out, and then picked up the microphone and whispered: "Hello Taijun!" ”

"You know everything that's going on in the city, right?" Muto asked.

"I know, just now the police department called, saying that there was a robbery, the murderer was divided into two teams, driving two black cars, I have arranged for people to go to various intersections, but I didn't find any cars passing by." Luo Yongqian replied.

"Well, let me tell you, the murderer is likely to be the person I want you to find, you pay close attention to the movements of the various neighborhoods around Yanda, and notify me immediately if there is any abnormal movement and suspicion, understand?" Muto whispered.

"I understand, in the past few days, I have done a survey according to your instructions, except for some floating population, those who settled in the vicinity in June have been recorded by me, and the scope is being narrowed." Luo Yongqian replied.

"Well, pay attention, these people are all from the army, and their demeanor and tone are more or less different from ordinary people, and also, if you find a suspicious object, don't make a noise, ten of you are not their opponent, understand?" Muto commanded in a low voice again.

"Understood, Taijun rest assured." Luo Yongqian nodded again and again.

The phone hung up.

Luo Yongqian wiped the cold sweat from his forehead.

Without Muto's reminder, he also knew that those people were not easy to mess with.

The Fuxing Society fought with the Japanese in Beiping for more than two years, and there were countless headless murders, and the Japanese or people from Nanjing often came to the Beiping Police Station to collect the corpses, and everyone had long been accustomed to this kind of bloody secret war.

The chief of the Peiping Police Station has long instructed all police stations not to interrogate such murders, let alone get involved in them.

There is no need to order, Luo Yongqian will never get involved in it - the gun in the policeman's hand has not been fired once in half a year, but these spies have several bullet holes on their bodies alone.

Not to mention anything else, just half a month ago, a large number of people died near Tianshui Hutong, and more than a dozen corpses were carried to the morgue for cremation.

But now, he can't help but get involved in this battle between secret agencies.

Putting down the phone, Luo Yongqian walked to the door with a heavy heart, squatted down and lit a cigarette.

The street outside the door was eerily quiet - it was noon, it was so hot that even the dogs were hiding in the shade, and the streets were deserted.

At this moment, a figure appeared at the intersection, it was the "Assistant Zhou" of the library who had just gone out this morning.

It seemed that he had just returned from his morning errands, and he still had a few books between his elbows, looking like a dusty man.

Luo Yongqian just glanced at him briefly, and then moved his gaze to the side—however, the moment Geng Chaozhong walked by, Luo Yongqian suddenly frowned and stood up.

"Associate Zhou? At noon, you still go out to run errands, how cool it is to stay in the library! Luo Yongqian greeted warmly.

"Oh, who are you?" Geng Chaozhong was called by Luo Yongqian, and his footsteps stopped, looking at the ordinary policeman in front of him through the thin lenses.

After he disposed of the car, he first went to the bookstore and inquired about the surrounding situation, and then returned to Yanda, in fact, he had already noticed the police officer squatting at the door, but he didn't expect him to stop himself.

"I am the director of the police station, my name is Luo Yongqian." Luo Yongqian enthusiastically introduced himself.

"Oh, it turned out to be Director Luo, fortunately, I will be lucky!" Geng Chaozhong stretched out his hand.

Luo Yongqian wiped his hand on the police uniform, and then shook it with Geng Chaozhong, and said with a smile:

"I am fortunate to be able to shake hands with the professor of Yan University, I have not studied for a few days since I was a child, and the most envious is the cultural person, I shook hands with Assistant Manager Zhou today, I don't have to wash my hands, I have some book fragrance, maybe I can make my rabbit cub take a few more tests."

"Haha, Director Luo is polite, I'm a library handyman, in addition to moving books on weekdays, I deal with the bookstore, where can I compare to Director Luo's majesty." Geng Chaozhong also smiled.

"Ahem, those who work hard sit in the hall to enjoy happiness, and those who work hard suffer and suffer, so don't make fun of me," Luo Yongqian smiled and shook his hand, "Assistant Zhou Zhou, do you want to come in and sit down?" ”

"No, no, I went to the bookstore and got a few books, and I have to go back to hand in the errand, let's do it another day!" Geng Chaozhong pointed to the book in his arms.

"Okay, Assistant Zhou, you go slowly!" Luo Yongqian didn't say much, just met a few polite words, and couldn't really keep people.

After Geng Chaozhong walked over, Luo Yongqian turned around and walked into the house, and asked the police officer "Xiao Hei" who was recording: "When Assistant Zhou went out this morning, was he wearing a blue shirt?" ”

"Really?" The "little black" raised his head in a daze, "Boss, you're here again, how can I remember that?" Regardless of his black shirt and white shirt, we can't care if people have money and change ten sets a day! ”

"!" Luo Yongqian patted "Little Black" on the head and turned his head with a smile.

He remembered very well that this Assistant Manager Zhou wore a black shirt when he went out in the morning, but when he came back, he changed into a blue shirt, is the Assistant Manager Zhou really so rich?

"Hey Xiaohei, you said that if you work in school, how many oceans can you have in a month?" Luo Yongqian asked again.

"There must be fifty or sixty dollars! It's like us, ten dollars a month, and two dollars have to be deducted. The little black head replied without raising his head.

"Oh, it's quite profitable." Luo Yongqian smiled self-deprecatingly.

He is a director, and he only has twenty-six oceans a month, if he doesn't have a little extra money, a family of five can't afford to say anything.

"By the way, this assistant Zhou also came to Yenching University in May." Xiao Hei suddenly remembered something, and said casually.

"Oh?" Luo Yongqian's eyes lit up, snatched the list in Xiao Hei's hand, and began to look through it carefully.

Zhou Xuanhe, joined on May 21.

There are a few simple facts written on the list.

Luo Yongqian took a look, according to the deaths of the Peiping spies in the previous two years, most of these spies were disguised as some coolies or merchants, at most they were just employees of some post offices or commercial houses, and it can be said that the situation of sneaking into the school has never happened.

The reason is very simple, most of the spies are soldiers, a small number of them are selected from the police, and their education level is extremely limited, and the professions they can engage in are nothing more than these.

Of course, high-level spies are not among them, Luo Yongqian heard Muto say, the high-level spies of the special service of the Fuxing Society are all from the Whampoa Military Academy, and their education level is not low, and many of them can also recite poems against each other.

If so, it is not impossible to get a position in Yanda to cover up his identity.

Could it be him?

Luo Yongqian's eyes narrowed.