January 11, 1939, Shanghai Tang Police Headquarters.

Zu Guangping, as usual, sat in the office drinking coffee without eating early in the morning.

The day after Peng San's accident, Zu Guangping got the news, and his first reaction was to believe that it was Tang Yi's hand.

However, he was also involved in this matter to some extent, so Zu Guangping did not plan to do any boring things to report and expose.

Moreover, Peng San's status as a Chinese inspector in the French Concession is not high, whether it is low or not, maybe he is a great figure among the Chinese in the French Concession.

But in the eyes of the concession government and the public board of directors, he is just an inconspicuous little person, so Zu Guangping feels that if the murderer cannot be found for a period of time, according to the urine sex of the French concession, it will be regarded as an unsolved case again, and it will be over.

"How many people won't die in this huge and chaotic Shanghai beach one day?" Zu Guangping thought about it and drank the rest of the coffee in one sip, and the bitterness in his mouth made him frown slightly.

Zu Guangping slowly stretched out his right hand to pick up the coffee cup from the cup plate, and then slammed the cup with the mouth of the cup facing down.

After the coffee grounds had all fallen on the cup and plate, and the bottom of the coffee cup had gradually cooled, Zu Guangping slowly turned the cup holding the cup and plate upside down.

Then he took two steps forward and walked to the window of the office, and under the soft morning light, Zu Guangping squinted at the coffee cup.

Coffee divination, which Zu Guangping learned from an old gypsy woman in the French Concession a long time ago when he was still a patrolman.

At the beginning, Zu Guangping has always been just a game to pass the time, just playing when he is bored.

Unexpectedly, the prophecy told to him by the old gypsy woman actually came true.

"Your career is in the Chinese realm, and when you get there, according to your Oriental words, it is a dragon entering the sea." Until now, Zu Guangping still remembers the tone of the old woman who spoke in a ghostly manner.

Since Zu Guangping became the captain of the police corps a year ago, he has become interested in coffee divination, and he will divinate his fortune for himself every morning.

After seeing the pattern formed by the coffee grounds in the cup, Zu Guangping frowned slightly, this was the first time he had seen this strange pattern.

The coffee grounds come together and look like they've piled up into a small hill.

"What's that mean?" He muttered, but Zu Guangping didn't care too much, his stomach was cleaned by coffee after drinking coffee early in the morning, which made him feel a little hungry.

Immediately afterwards, Zu Guangping casually picked up the coat on the back and walked towards the door, as soon as he went out, the guard at the door was busy following Zu Guangping.

"Director, breakfast in the old place?" The guard, who was familiar with Zu Guangping's life and rest, asked.

Zu Guangping nodded and ordered: "Go and prepare the car." ”

......

Nanjing Road, Huaiyue Yipin Building.

There is Zu Guangping's perennial private room here, and if there are no special circumstances, Zu Guangping will come to breakfast almost every morning.

In the private room, Zu Guangping finally drank the white porridge in the porcelain bowl, picked up the napkin at hand and wiped the corners of his mouth, and then picked up the newspaper prepared by the newspaper operator every day to send it to the Yipin Building.

Zu Guangping lit a cigarette, lifted Erlang's legs, shook off the newspaper and read it, and the waiter who was already waiting on the side hurriedly stepped forward and withdrew the rest of Zu Guangping's breakfast.

The newspaper is "New Declaration", and there is nothing to look good about, but Zu Guangping has already developed the habit of reading the newspaper after breakfast every day.

Today's "New Declaration" devotes a great deal of pen and ink to writing the policy toward Yan'an decided at the Fifth Central Committee of the Chongqing Side, as well as the slogan of the Yan'an side telegraphing to the whole country to resolutely safeguard the anti-Japanese national united front.

Under the deliberate rendering of the puppet government, as if Chongqing and Yan'an would start a civil war again tomorrow, Zu Guangping took a cursory look and pouted, and immediately flipped the newspaper to the film and television bar.

"Well, it's still a peony that looks good, and this messy situation can't be played with me." Zu Guangping thought to himself.

It's just that Zu Guangping didn't notice that today's newspaper is slightly different from usual, and there are a few inconspicuous holes on the third and last pages of the newspaper that seem to have no regularity.

After nearly ten minutes or so, Zu Guangping raised his wrist and looked at his watch, then casually put down the newspaper and went out, and left downstairs with the guards.

On the street diagonally opposite Yipinlou, the old man pressed the gentleman's hat on his head, and a smile appeared on the corner of his mouth when he watched Zu Guangping get into the car and slowly drive away from Nanjing Road......

In the filthy room of the first product building, the waiter who had taken down the breakfast from Zu Guangping's private room was stopped by a hand before he could pour the leftovers in his hand into the swill bucket.

"Sir, is there anything going on?" The waiter frowned, turned to look at the man who stopped him, and said.

The man snorted lightly, "Are you the waiter in Director Zu's private room?" ”

"Yes." The waiter replied.

"Secret Service Headquarters, routine check."

On the other side, in Zu Guangping's private room, the cleaning staff who were about to clean the private room were stopped outside the private room.

In the private room, Fang Hu was leading people to search for something carefully, and the private room was turned upside down, and all corners were searched, and there was no abnormal situation.

Just as Fang Hu wanted his subordinates to restore this place to its original state and prepare to evacuate, an excited voice from one of his subordinates came: "Deputy Director, there is a discovery." ”

Hearing this, Fang Hu hurriedly turned his head to look, only to see that the subordinate was holding a newspaper in his hand, and then his subordinate hurriedly stepped forward and handed the newspaper to Fang Hu.

Fang Hu took the newspaper and soon found traces on the newspaper under the guidance of his subordinates.

"You go back with me and hand over the newspaper to the deputy director, and then leave the two of you to restore this place to its original state, and the rest of the people continue to go to the gate of the police headquarters to stare at Zu Guangping."

"Yes." The people took the command.

......

French Concession, Foch Road Patrol House.

Tang Yi left Li Changyu's office and returned to the car to wait for a while, and Luo Zhuangshi, who had collected the gifts, came back.

"Have you all the gifts been purchased?" Tang Yi asked.

Luo Zhuangshi hurriedly replied: "It's all done according to your instructions, young master, all high-end goods." ”

Tang Yi nodded with satisfaction and said, "You stay in the French Concession and personally deliver it to Li Changyu's house, I will take someone back to the office first, and the gift must be accepted by Mrs. Li." ”

"Understood." Luo Zhuangshi replied.

Immediately after watching Tang Yi take people into a car and leave slowly, Luo Zhuangshi returned to the other car and said to Xiao Lin in the cab: "Go to No. 64 Pushi Road." ”

Li Changyu's family lives at No. 64 Pushi Road, which is a short distance from Foch Road, and why Li Changyu chose to live on Pushi Road, which is some distance away from the patrol house, is mostly because of the high housing prices on Foch Road.

It stands to reason that under Li Changyu's conditions, although the housing prices on Foch Road are very high and you can't afford it, it is more than enough to rent a house.

But Li Changyu has the idea of saving money to send his wife and children to France, so he would rather get up early for half an hour every day than rent a house on Foch Road, where housing prices are high.