Stolen goods are just a box of antiques?

How is this?

Zhou Qinghe has no direct understanding of the current antiques, and he looks at these things without money.

If this is released, any one of them may be worth a fortune.

But now, the prosperity of antique gold, a box, to give to Boss Dai does not seem to be shocking enough.

I thought that with a little more explanation, he would be able to understand a little more, but now there is not much space.

The identity of the policeman is in the end lacking in the painful imagination.

Zhou Qinghe raised his foot and kicked in Ishida's waist and abdomen with one kick!

The stone cave is narrow, and Ishida suddenly crashes backwards!

No, Ishida doesn't understand, he hasn't figured out whether to make a move, why did he hand over something, and he was beaten?

Zhou Qinghe took off his identity as a policeman, so he was no longer polite.

This guy is powerful, and at first he wanted to trick him into the tomb to kill, but he had a high IQ and force.

You must know that the tomb road, their tomb robbers themselves folded one into it.

Trying to trick him into going in is simply insidious.

After Zhou Qinghe finished kicking, he directly pulled out his gun and fired it quickly, bang, and fired four shots in a row, sending one bullet into each of his limbs.

The IQ and force are both high, and now only the IQ is high, which is much more reassuring.

Gunshots, Ishida's screams rang out, and the guards at the door rushed in: "Section chief! Forehead? ”

I saw Ishida leaning against the stone wall, with a hole in each shoulder and a hole in each of his knees, and now he couldn't lift his hands or stand on his feet, so he didn't dare to move, and looked at Section Chief Zhou with a hideous and resentful face.

"Drag him out, watch it, don't let him die."

"Yes!"

Ishida was dragged out of the hole, and there was a silver needle on the ground that had fallen from his hand, and Zhou Qinghe took out a five-yuan package from his pocket and picked it up, and looked at it carefully.

The needle is just an ordinary needle, and it doesn't smell special.

It's nothing to hide a needle, but hiding this needle, aren't you afraid of being pricked?

After all, it is very likely that someone will accidentally hit you.

Zhou Qinghe walked out curiously, "Turn him over." ”

The guards pinned Ishida to the ground.

Zhou Qinghe glanced at Ishida's body, confirmed at a glance, and took it off to see if the belt around his waist could hide things.

At first glance, good fellow, there are actually two finger-length needles hidden.

"Section chief, I didn't check it carefully." The guard immediately apologized: "I actually touched it, but I didn't touch it." ”

"I'll try."

Zhou Qinghe tied the belt around the guard's waist and pasted it with the palm of his hand, and he felt the difference when he touched it.

The police system, whether it is the police or the secret service, normally just arrests a criminal, and then touches it with his fingers to see if there are any hard objects.

If it is a very long needle, it will not bend, and you can feel the abnormality when you press it with the palm of your hand.

But these two needles are too short, only the length of a finger, and it is easy to ignore the past when the palm touches it.

"Alright, got it."

Zhou Qinghe glanced at Ishida on the ground, and said with a smile: "Since the inspection is easy and not careful enough, then it is all picked up and burned with fire, and what is hidden will naturally be exposed, as for him, it is better to go back naked." ”

"Yes."

Zhou Qinghe turned around and went back to the cave, and he decided that he would hide two scalpels in it when he turned around, and he would not hide it in vain.

However, he was naturally not wearing a cloth belt, but a belt.

You have to find a tailor to help him design it, don't hide it, dig two areas out, and embed it directly.

When I came to the box, I picked up a cyan pen wash and played with it.

You can't do it empty-handed, leave two gadgets and pack them up.

Zhou Qinghe picked a pen wash, picked a cup, and lived.

An hour later, the Secret Service.

Zhou Qinghe got out of the car and instructed his subordinates to move the boxes.

And very seriously.

"Be careful, don't bump into it, these are all sophisticated medical instruments."

"Yes."

"Carry the Commissioner's office."

"Yes."

The passing secret service personnel pointed and discussed there, and they didn't know what kind of medical instrument Zhou Section Chief was so careful?

Zhou Qinghe looked at the things and went, he didn't go, it is estimated that there will be more later, let's talk about it after the trial.

He walked to the interrogation room.

Ishida has already been placed in the electric chair, after all, both legs have been shot, and this is unable to stand.

Zhou Qinghe said with a cold face: "Your name, codename, superior, task." ”

Ishida looked at Zhou Qinghe with a murderous gaze, and turned his head to the ground with a mouthful of spit.

Even now, how can I not understand that I was deceived from the beginning and was tricked from beginning to end.

"Show me your toughness?" Zhou Qinghe clasped his hands to his chest and smiled: "I'm in a hurry today, and I have a dance party to attend in the evening, so let's make a quick decision and start." ”

Zhou Qinghe turned his head, and his subordinates took out the electrocution equipment and brought it to Ishida.

The electric chair is generally the ultimate trick in the interrogation room, but it is not very commonly used.

The reason for this is that this thing really kills people.

In the case of intelligence, the interrogator will soon be faced with a problem, a little electric current scratches the boot, increases the current, and does not know which line will electrocute the other party.

And if the person being interrogated really carried the electric chair once, will he still have electricity next time?

If there is electricity, the person may be gone.

No electricity, the electric chair has been carried, and then there is no rut.

Therefore, the torture of despair indefinitely, sometimes much better and safer than the electric chair.

However, Zhou Qinghe doesn't care today, it's okay to kill him, isn't there another one next door?

Stop, open, stop, open, increase the current, shrink the current, and stimulate Ishida's sensitive nerves over and over again.

For half an hour, Ishida was already drooping his head, not to mention spitting, and it was difficult for him to raise his eyelids.

When Zhou Qinghe said to continue, Ishida opened his mouth angrily.

"Wait, wait."

Zhou Qinghe raised his hand and waited for the following.

"I have a question for you, how did you end up there?"

Ishida really couldn't figure out why seeing a doctor would attract the Secret Service, even if it was the police, it was reasonable, but the Secret Service, it was absolutely unreasonable.

He missed that needle very much now, if he had known that Zhou Qinghe was a member of the secret service, then he would definitely keep the last chance to himself.

The pain, the pain, the torture of the electric chair, it is simply despairing.

"Let you answer questions, not ask you questions."

Zhou Qinghe's indifferent voice sounded: "When you finish answering the question and make me satisfied, I can consider telling you the reason." ”

Ishida gasped for breath, and after a while he said: "Ishida Haruichi, our mission is to detect the artillery positions around Nanjing City, and the tomb robbery is something we accidentally discovered in the process of climbing the mountain to investigate, which can just be used to fill the funds." ”

"Accidents? You stole this one? Zhou Qinghe clearly didn't believe it, and the smell on their bodies was proof.

"No, it was originally an accidental discovery of a tomb, and later, when we saw that there was money to be made, we looked for artillery positions and ancient tombs on the other, anyway, it was all over the mountains to investigate, by the way."

Oh, the work is hardworking.

The rest of the explanation was much smoother.

They did dig up a new tomb, but in a different way.

At that time, I was looking for ancient tombs all over the mountains, and I didn't find it for more than half a month, and my body was smelly and dirty.

I took off my clothes and prepared to take a bath, but I found a robbery hole left by a senior, and I felt that there was an ancient tomb nearby, so I looked for it nearby, and I stepped into the air and entered the tomb vertically.

The tomb is in disrepair, full of gravel and slag, and the whole body is dripping with blood.

Ishida rescued the person above, knowing that the big hospital could not hide the doctor's operation from the doctor, and a farmer who had never been a soldier had calluses on his hands and gunshot wounds, so he chose to steal the medicine.

A thief stole into the secret service.

"You see that there are a lot of tomb robbers, have you met a ghost?"

Zhou Qinghe laughed, and then asked about antiques.

"Where's the rest?"

"Some are sold, we have a fixed receiving merchant, we sell once in a while, we also need money, and some are sealed in the stove."

It's good to hide.

"What about the radio?"

Since there is an artillery position, this information is going to be transmitted, and the radio must be there.

"Under the bed."

After getting the information, Zhou Qinghe asked people to pick up the goods, and he was going to go to the next room by himself, so he always had to interrogate and deal with each other, which would be more accurate.

But Ishida was thinking about it.

"You haven't answered my question yet, why are you here?"

Zhou Qinghe paused, "Oh, you said the clinic, nonsense, of course I will come, that's what I opened." ”

He drove it. Ishida couldn't think of this answer even if he wanted to break his head, so he was stunned.

No, you're the head of a secret service, and you go to the suburbs to open a clinic?

An hour and a half later, the truck that pulled the goods returned.

"Be careful."

"Send it directly to the Director's Office."

Zhou Qinghe pressed the goods and met Boss Dai.

When he knocked on the door, Dai Yunong was still playing with the previous wave of things, and the sofa coffee table was full of them.

"Qinghe." Boss Dai stood up with a smile on his face.

When the first wave of goods came, he still wondered, what kind of thing, so he carried it to his office, and the tattered boxes, when he collected the tattered ones?

Now, another box of this junk has come.

"Director, I'll hand in the report." Zhou Qinghe handed over the interrogation record.

Boss Dai swept his eyes, he was particularly sensitive to the words of the artillery position, and he was a little more relaxed when he saw that this time it was just detection, not collusion.

He looked up and smiled, "You're lucky, you jumped into the pot by yourself." ”

"It's not me who is lucky, it's the director."

Zhou Qinghe said seriously: "It's not that the director asked me to run a big medical plan, how can there be those medical students, not those medical students, how can these two tomb robbers be caught, in the final analysis, the source is still the director." ”

"Huh." Dai Yunong smiled, and the sycophants also depend on who shoots them.

If you shoot a fool, it will be a diaphragm, and the more capable a person is, the more comfortable it will be.

He looked at the new big box of treasures, and was very surprised when he opened it: "Yo, Ruyao." ”

He picked up a three-legged pen and washed it, playing with it carefully, seriously.

"These are all national treasures."

Boss Dai then talked about the last Huangpu Road reward.

The first is the principal's reward.

Dai Yunong walked behind the desk, took out a medal box, and opened it solemnly, with a serious expression.

"Major Zhou Qinghe, the principal recites that you have meritorious service, satisfies Article 8 of the Yunhui Medal, and if the evidence of the international conspiracy to disrupt the organ is conclusive, you will be awarded the third-class Yunlu Medal to show your merit."

Zhou Qinghe Lizheng: "Thank you for the cultivation of the leader, thank you for the cultivation of the director!" ”

Last time, it was the fourth class, this time it was the third class, and the principal was poor and could only issue medals.

Zhou Qinghe knew that he had just been promoted last time, and he would definitely not be promoted this time, so he saved up his merits and continued to work hard to become a lieutenant colonel.

But then Boss Dai said.

"Wang Yong's qualifications are enough, you can mention it."

Yo, this is a surprise for Zhou Qinghe.

It's a difficult point for this captain to get to the major, how many years has Wang Yong been stuck, this Wang Yong has solved this problem, and the road below is much smoother.

Boss Dai said this to him, that is, knowing that Wang Yong was his person, it was also a reward.

If you are promoted to major, you can become a section chief, do you want to find a way to send Section Chief Qi away?

"By the way, what about others."

"I'm going to follow someone." Zhou Qinghe told Wang Yong about his business trip.

"Okay." Boss Dai nodded: "Then you go and get busy." ”

In the evening, at half past seven, the new capital ballroom.

Zhou Qinghe walked to the card seat opened by the team members.

inquired about Mei Laizi's situation, Mei Laizi, alias Jiang Yun, has been a maid here for three years.

"After you left today, her whereabouts were normal, no different from usual."

Zhou Qinghe nodded, now is the time when the dance hall is starting to be lively, so he ordered a drink and slowly observed the flow of people in the dance hall.

As a ballroom maid, the role that can be provided to the intelligence agencies is contact.

Contact, contact, intelligence, it's all contact.

However, according to his assumption, Mei Laizi's status should not be low, so even if Mei Laizi does not work herself, her subordinates should do something.

That's where contact is needed.

His subordinates may be mixed with these people in the dance hall, and if they want to find out, they can't help it.

The dance hall is no better than other places, you can't take pictures, you can only remember, this is Zhou Qinghe's strength.

Don't be in a hurry, you can always find out.

At eight o'clock in the evening, as soon as the voices of the singers singing on the stage stopped, a male host walked up.

The dance hall does not allow women to sing, and men are also allowed to sing, which immediately attracted the attention of the audience.

"Welcome to the Xindu Ballroom, I hope everyone can have a wonderful night here."

"And for everyone's beauty, today, our Xindu Ballroom will welcome a heavyweight guest."

"She is Miss Red Rose, who has thousands of styles in Shanghai, and countless people are fascinated by it, everyone is welcome, and Miss Red Rose is invited to the stage."

Xu is this person is very famous, and the crowd in the audience suddenly burst into warm applause.

The fame was broadcast from Shanghai to Nanjing, and Zhou Qinghe also looked at it.

On the left side of the stage, a series of figures walked out, wearing long skirts, and their whole bodies were bright red, and Zhou Qinghe looked at it, so it was no wonder that people were popular, she was really beautiful and intellectual, and she was a very feminine woman.

She carried a little skirt and went on stage.

Before he could start speaking, he just approached the microphone, and someone in the audience began to coax him with the strength of wine.

Red Rose smiled at everyone, chatted briefly, and then sang.

After the song was finished, the wine and flowers were delivered, and a bunch of people came to the stage, and after thanking them, the red roses began to wander around the venue, almost chatting a few words from table to table.

Even if it was Zhou Qinghe here, she came, smiled and nodded, and took a sip.

This ability to take care of the whole audience is not said.

The popularity is so high, and he is willing to take the initiative to get off the field, if he changes to a big name, it is waiting for others to take the initiative to make friends.

However, Zhou Qinghe guessed that it may also be because today is her first day of appearance, so she has this toasting treatment.

That's right, with the appearance of Shanghai's red roses in Nanjing's Xindu Ballroom, this news was in the newspapers.

The next day, his men couldn't even book a seat.

Every day, you have to go in advance to grab it, otherwise the people in line can wait until midnight, just to catch a glimpse of the red roses.

The red roses would appear every day, and they would sing for an hour from eight to nine o'clock, and then they would chat with the people who ordered the wine and bought the flowers, and the time of departure was indefinite.

Zhou Qinghe has come to the scene every day for the past three days to see the beauty.

So much so that Red Rose was familiar with him.

But Zhou Qinghe doesn't spend money on songs, he doesn't spend money to send flowers, and he doesn't take the initiative to talk.

The main thing is a poor word.

Red Rose could only sing on stage, and when her eyes swept to Zhou Qinghe, she gestured slightly, indicating that she had seen it.

Zhou Qinghe smiled and raised his glass and told her that I was also paying attention to you.

It's another two days, and Zhou Qinghe's operation remains the same.

Until today, after Red Rose finished singing, he stepped down to accept the toast from the person who sent the flowers, and Zhou Qinghe looked at a fat man about forty-five years old.

He said to his men, "Go and ask who this man is." ”

In the past few days when the red roses are famous, there are really a lot of people in the dance hall.

High-ranking officials in the Executive Yuan, generals in the army, and maybe someone Zhou Qinghe didn't know.

This fat man is one.

Zhou Qinghe has been thinking about a question these days, is there a problem with red roses?

Coincidence of the timing of the appearance, this is not a problem.

It's not a problem to have an extra singer in the ballroom.

The question is, since this red rose in Shanghai is so red in Shanghai, why did you come to Nanjing to eat mixed rice?

Zhou Qinghe observed the red rose for five days and found a very interesting thing.

There are many people who send flowers, and there are even more people who invite drinks, and the red roses wander between the crowd every time, smiling, polite, sipping the wine glass, chatting a few words, and then changing to the next table.

For a social master, the time arranged by each table is actually about the same, otherwise it is not good to offend anyone.

If the official position is a little higher, it is normal to talk for a while.

But who is this fat man?

Zhou Qinghe didn't know this fat man, but he found that Red Rose would stay by his side a little longer.

In fact, the difference is very small, such as chatting two more sentences, taking one more sip of wine, and laughing twice.

But if you're not a high-ranking official, you're not good looking, you're still old, what's the reason for Red Rose's smile?

It's not because of love.

According to Zhou Qinghe's observations in the past few days, according to the contact time, he has already lined up the favorite role of Red Rose in his heart.

This is impossible for others to complete in the dance hall, how can it be possible to remember everyone in the dim situation, but Zhou Qinghe can.

And now, this fat man has unknowingly risen to the first place in contact time.

(End of chapter)