The agents of the Internal Affairs Bureau did not dare to delay in the slightest after receiving the report, and soon the streets of Kutuzov Street were filled with police cars. The entire apartment building of the Moscow Film Studio www.biquge.info was cordoned off by the police. In Zoya Fedorova's room, forensic officers are carefully searching for all possible evidence to provide more clues for their colleagues in the case.

Inspector Kirilenko was standing outside the hallway, smoking, anxiously awaiting the results inside. As a veteran policeman, it is basic common sense to hand over the complete scene to a forensic colleague, and before the results come out, even if he is in a hurry, he must wait outside at this time.

About an hour and a half later, several cigarette butts were stuck in the trash can next to Kirilenko. Kirilenko finished the cigarette in his hand and was about to get another one. An forensic officer stepped out of the room and reported to him: "The scene has been investigated, and the murderer has left no clues. However, several pieces of jewelry were stolen from the room, and it was initially suspected that an acquaintance known to Zoya Fedorova had committed the crime, and after premeditating the murder of her, he stole her jewelry! ”

"Oh? What kind of jewelry is it? Kirilenko hurriedly asked.

"The trademark and number of the National Jewelry Company were found on the empty jewelry box found at the scene, and they have been contacted, and they will send us the information as soon as possible!" The forensic officer continued.

"Okay, go get busy! Notify me immediately if you find anything! Kirilenko replied.

After saying this, Kirilenko walked into the elevator and went down to the first floor. Walked through the porch and into the office of the officer on duty, where several policemen were interrogating the informant, Andre.

Andrei has been questioned for more than an hour, since the police arrived, he has not stopped interrogating him, at this time he is on the verge of collapse, he can begin to deal with all kinds of questions from the police more and more impatiently, some of which Andrei has answered more than ten times.

"Say it again, why did you go into Zoya Fedorova's room!" The police kept asking.

"As I said, I'm going to deliver him the newspaper, every day! I've answered more than a dozen times, can't you just go and find the real murderer! André suddenly roared violently and began to bang his head on the table.

Seeing this, Kirilenko stopped the interrogation of the interrogators in the room. He called the person in charge of the place out, handed him a cigarette, and then put another one into his mouth. He pulled out a lighter and lit a cigarette for the other party first, then his own.

"Did you find anything?" Kirilenko asked as he smoked a cigarette.

"No, this old man said the same thing every time, there is nothing suspicious, and a resident of the same building told us that he was called to repair the water pipe at the time of the crime, and there was no time to commit the crime!" Said the person in charge here.

"Let him go if you don't find anything! Let's find out about Zoya Fedorova's lost jewels! Kirilenko said. The other nodded in agreement, Kirilenko patted him on the shoulder, and then turned to leave.

Since there were no valuable clues here, Kirilenko was ready to go back. He said goodbye to his colleagues, walked out of the apartment building, got into his car, took out the keys and started the car, and drove to the offices of the National Jewelry Company, where he wanted to see for himself what the stolen jewelry really looked like.

From the apartment building where the crime occurred to the office of the State Jewelry Company, almost the entire city of Moscow, Kirilenko was already hungry at this time, he ate a little food to fill his stomach temporarily, sounded the siren and raced all the way, and it took him almost an hour or so.

By the time he arrived at the National Jewelry Company, it was already time for the other party's lunch break. Fortunately, the staff in charge of receiving him had been waiting for him. Kirilenko showed his ID and explained his intentions. The other party took him into a conference room, and after a while brought the materials for these pieces of jewelry and handed them to Kirilenko.

"Based on the numbers you provided, I checked some information within our company, and according to the information, there is no record of these jewelry being sold, so I don't know how you found these jewelry boxes." The staff of the other party replied.

"What do you mean, you mean that these pieces of jewelry are still in the National Jewelry Company?" Kirilenko said with some surprise.

"Yes, they should be safely stored in the underground vaults of the Central Bank of Moscow. With all due respect, we will not sell these jewels to customers at all, they are not ordinary jewelry, they originally belonged to the family of Tsar Nicholas II, they are very precious cultural relics, after the victory of the revolution, these things belong to the state, we can only borrow them when we need them, and only when we need to exhibit them, we will bring this jewelry out of the treasury of the Central Bank of Moscow! The staff patiently explained.

"And have you made sure that the jewels are still in good condition?" Kirilenko reminded with some trepidation.

"Of course it has been confirmed, we have already called the vault of the Central Bank of Moscow to confirm it!" The other party replied with a smile.

"Is it possible, then, that what is in the vault is a fake?" Kirilenko continued to ask.

"That's really ...... It's so imaginative, it's the vault of the Central Bank of Moscow, how could such a thing happen? The other party replied with a smile, and there was a disapproving expression in his eyes.

"I think you should make sure, otherwise no one would have died, and I think it's very likely that the jewels in the vault are fake, and the murderer took them for real." Kirilenko clung to this suspicion, and he would never let go until he saw the result with his own eyes.

"But we don't have access to the contents of the vault, which is the central treasury of the country. It's not something that our little state-owned company can investigate! The staff member said in embarrassment.

"How can we investigate the authenticity of the jewel in that vault?" Kirilenko kept asking.

"It's not clear, because we've never had a precedent like this!" The staff replied with a regretful shake of their head.

Kirilenko's face was full of disappointment, and the only clue was about to be cut off. Kirilenko's heart was extremely unwilling, but helpless. Although the police of the Ministry of the Interior look imposing, they are nothing in the eyes of the real authorities. (To be continued.) )