Jing Zhiguo returned to Fengtian It was already noon, and when he saw that it was time for lunch, he turned the car into an alley near the Provincial Police Department, found a place in front of a tavern, parked the car, and walked straight in, which was a halal tavern. Jing Zhiguo usually comes to this tavern for lunch, and he is an acquaintance with the shopkeeper and his buddies. When the guy at the tavern saw Jing Zhiguo walk in, he immediately greeted him with a smile.

"Section Chief Jing! Come on! Inside, please! "Invited Jing Zhiguo to a table where four people could sit opposite each other.

Jing Zhiguo lit two fires and a bowl of mutton soup. The table where Jing Zhiguo was sitting was a good place, with his back against the wall, facing the door, and if anyone walked in from that door, Jing Zhiguo could see it at a glance. This is where Jing Zhiguo often sits. While eating, Jing Zhiguo was still thinking about the harvest of Dongdian and his party in his heart, and looked up at the door from time to time. It was noon, and there were a lot of customers in the store. This shop is a real halal taste, and the outstanding feature is that it is clean, and the table top and the floor are polished. After eating, the bill was settled, and as soon as he walked to the door, he saw a young man with a little dark skin, a round face, thick eyebrows and big eyes walking in from outside, and just happened to have a head to head with Jing Zhiguo. The young man looked a little tired, his big eyes were dull, and as soon as he entered the door, he swept the whole tavern with his eyes, and his eyes fell on Jing Zhiguo's face for a moment, and then he moved away.

Jing Zhiguo drove the car out, and in a blink of an eye, he arrived at the courtyard of the Provincial Police Department, located in the northwest corner of the central square in Fengtian. The courtyard was fenced off with iron bars, and there were two policemen standing guard at the entrance of the courtyard. As soon as the two policemen saw Jing Zhiguo's car coming in, they quickly stood up straight and saluted Jing Zhiguo's car.

Jing Zhiguo's office is on the second floor of the building, to the west. Entering the office, Jing Zhiguo took off his shirt and hung it on the hanger next to the door, did not sit on the leather chair behind the desk, but sat on a set of dark brown leather sofas next to the desk, took advantage of the situation and threw the leather bag he brought with him on the sofa, stretched out his arm to pick up the phone on the desk, and dialed the telephone dial with the same hand a few times. The phone beeped twice, and someone answered. Jing Zhiguo didn't ask who it was, so he said into the microphone:

"Take the household registration file of the secretary of the county magistrate Wang Chun of Dongdian County!"

According to the regulations, the household registration file of the county magistrate's secretary should be stored in the Dongdian County Police Station, but the Provincial Police Department has the filing materials, which are equivalent to copies, and the content is basically the same. Because the Provincial Police Department had filing materials, Jing Zhiguo did not ask Ren Dong for them from the Dongdian County Police Department. After a while, a young female police officer put the household registration file filing materials on Jing Zhiguo's desk.

Jing Zhiguo watched the female police officer walk out, stood up and locked the door from the inside, pulled out the file filing materials of Secretary Wang Chun, spread them on the table, and turned to the first page. Jing Zhiguo was stunned for a moment. A picture of a young man caught his eye. The young man in the photograph has a flat head, a round face, heavy eyebrows, and large eyes. Why is this person so familiar? He suddenly remembered the young man he had seen walking in through the door when he came out of the halal tavern where he had lunch! That's him! Jing Zhiguo snapped the case file shut, got up from his chair, reached out and dragged the leather bag on the sofa, took out a pistol from it, and rushed out of the door. Shouting as you walk:

"The people of the Secret Service Department, come with us, quickly!"

Jing Zhiguo was thigh-length, and he reached the staircase in a few steps, and when he arrived in the courtyard, he didn't wait for his people from the secret service department to come out, and rushed out in a car alone! Rampage to the door of the halal tavern, go in and see, where is the shadow of the young man! The shopkeeper and the guy of the tavern saw Jing Zhiguo rushing in with a cross-eyebrow, and they didn't know why, so they hurriedly accompanied the smiling face.

"Section Chief Jing, what's wrong, what's wrong?"

Jing Zhiguo didn't look at the individuals in the tavern, he only cared about finding people. You can't find that! Jing Zhiguo asked:

"When we went out just now, where was the round-faced guy who came in through the door?"

"Who? I didn't see it! "The shopkeeper and the guys were stunned for a moment! Actually, who doesn't know what to do! At this time, even if you see it, you say you don't see it! Jing Zhiguo pushed aside everyone and rushed to the street to look left and right, but there was still no shadow.

Back at the Provincial Police Department, Jing Zhiguo knew it this time. This kid is really a thief, he dares to run to Fengtian! As soon as he entered the office, Shi Lei came in and said breathlessly:

"Section Chief! Bite? ”

"Oh! You tell the brothers to stay in the house and not to go out! ”

"Yes!"

The person I saw in the halal tavern just now was Wang Chun's secretary Qian Zhong was sure. Now, what Jing Zhiguo doesn't understand is that this kid came to the provincial capital, isn't this sent to the door? I can't find it! He's on his own! What did he do in Mukden? Did this kid just come back from Heshan County and go back to Dongdian? Just now, did he go to the halal tavern to eat? Do you think the food in that tavern is not to your taste, so you go to another tavern to eat? Or have you already finished your meal and left? Or who are you looking for? Jing Zhiguo tried to remember when he came out of the halal tavern just now after eating, and saw Wang Chun's secretary's demeanor. He judged that the secretary would not have the leisure to pick and choose restaurants at such a time, he might have finished eating, or, it was very likely that he was looking for someone, so who was he looking for?

Jing Zhiguo realized that he had made a mistake, just now! It is very likely that Wang Chun's secretary is looking for someone, and he can't find the person he is looking for in that halal tavern, so he will have to go to other restaurants and taverns on that street to find it. Just now, Jing Zhiguo should have spread his own group of brothers directly, and sealed that street at that time, searching house by house, store by store! If he had done this at the time, the kid would probably have fallen into his own hands by now! But now, it's too late, and a group of them were hugging on the street just now, and they were gone! Cease! Go back and think about it again! But Jing Zhiguo thought again, if Wang Chun's secretary didn't find the person he was looking for, he would definitely continue to look for it! Thinking of this, he found Shi Lei in his own office. He said to Shi Lei:

"Send two people to watch the street we tossed just now! Here's a photo, you take it to the archives and take it, send it to the brothers, and when you see this kid, you immediately catch it! But be careful, don't kill him! ”

Wang Chun's secretary, Qian Zhong, was brought out of the Northeast Army when Wang Chun arrived from the Northeast Army. Looking at the photos of Qian Zhong in the archives, he is a person with heavy hair, big eyes and a round face. The eyes are big, but they are very bright.

Qian Zhong's hometown is Wujiawazi Village, located in the north of Dongdian Mountain, although it is adjacent to Dongdian Mountain, it is already the boundary of another province. The southern end of Wujiawazi is close to the Dongdian Mountains, and the Murata in the east is close to the boundary river of our country, and the side of the boundary river is another country adjacent to us.

The Qian family is a lonely surname in Wujiawazi. Qian Zhong's grandfather, that is, his great-grandfather's generation, was so poor that he had no way to live, and moved from Guannai, and it had been about a hundred years by this time. The Qian Zhong family is a single lineage of three generations. The so-called single transmission means that there is only one boy, and how many girls there are does not count. Qian Zhong's grandfather regretted this very much, saying that he moved to outside the Guan, which damaged the feng shui of the Qian family. But despite the bad feng shui, after all, the people of the clan have survived. When Qian Zhong was born, the grandfather had already passed away, and when he had Qian Zhong, the whole family was too happy, but in poor families, life was difficult, that is, they just liked to be happy. After two years, the days are still difficult and the joy is gone. In those years, there was a famine, there was a lack of chewing goods, and after another two years, Qian Zhong's parents didn't know what disease they were infected, and they both died after a few months, and that year, Qian Zhong was four years old. Qian Zhong's grandparents couldn't stand the tragic torture of the white-haired people sending the black-haired people, and they all passed away one after another in less than two years. Qian Zhong's father has two brothers and sisters in his life, and there is a younger sister below, who is Qian Zhong's aunt. Aunt Qian Zhong is a few years younger than Qian Zhong's father, and her appearance is a little worse, and she has never found her in-law's family, and she lives with Qian Zhong's grandparents and Qian Zhong's parents at her mother's house. By this time, Aunt Wang Chun was also in her thirties, and only Qian Zhong and Aunt were left in the family. After a few years of hard work, Aunt Qian Zhong married a man surnamed Wu in her village when she was forty years old. This person surnamed Wu is also Qian Zhong's brother-in-law. Qian Zhong's brother-in-law is a capable farmer, with a strong body, widowed and childless, but Qian Zhong's aunt is fourteen or fifteen years older. is about to be old, and Qian Zhong's aunt and brother-in-law have never given birth to children. After more than ten years, Qian Zhong's aunt passed away when he was about 70 years old. Qian Zhong was brought up by his aunt.

Qian Zhong's aunt regarded Qian Zhong as her own biological child, and Qian Zhong also regarded her aunt as her own biological mother. Judging from the files, Qian Zhong is an ambitious child, he didn't say anything about his studies, graduated from middle school, and I don't know what Qian Zhong thought, so he joined the Northeast Army. mixed around, and was very appreciated by Wang Chun, the deputy commander of the regiment he was in, and he became a platoon commander when he was in the Northeast Army.

Jing Zhiguo closed Qian Zhong's filing file, put it in the file bag, pondered for a while, and picked up the phone on the table again. The person who answered the phone was Tian Shengzuo, the head of the Heshan County Police Department.

"Wow! Section Chief Jing University, why did you think of calling me so hard! ”

Heshan County is located in the lower tip of the Jiuhe River, and there is a piece of land in the south that borders the Kanto Continent. But there is also a difference, that is, after a sentence is finished, the tone at the end of the sentence always goes up.

"Something's wrong!" Jing Zhiguo said.

"What's the matter? Say! If I can do it or not, I can do it! "At this point, there was laughter on the other end of the phone." What the section chief of Jing University said is an order, I dare not do it! ”