Situ Xiaoyan and Ouyang Kai planned to rescue Chen Zikun, but they were not stupid enough to break into the patrol room and rob the prison directly, so they chose another plan.
That was to attack the Western Concession, giving the concession authorities the illusion that the murderer had not yet been brought to justice.
This method was thought up by Ouyang Kai.
He had been familiar with Sun Tzu's Art of War and Thirty-six Strategies since he was a child.
He was very proud of his ingenious plot.
Situ said with a smile They also expressed strong support.
After planning for a while, the two people hurriedly set out.
The two of them jumped out of the back wall of the Jingwu Association and called a rickshaw to go straight to the concession.
Ouyang Kai wore a black silk coat and trousers, and Situ Xiaoyan wore a black gauze dress.
They were inconspicuous in the night.
They came to At the Laozha patrol room near the main road, the two waited patiently.
Not long after, a white man in plainclothes came out of the patrol room and hurried away.
Ouyang Kai and Situ Xiaoyan exchanged glances and followed quietly.
They followed the man into a dimly lit alley.
Ouyang Kai covered his face and pounced on him. , quickly put him to the ground, pulled out the dagger and put it on his neck, but hesitated at the moment of cutting.
After all, he had never killed anyone, faced a living life, and had no grudges against himself.
The white man was frightened for a moment, then quickly came to his senses, and begged the other party not to kill him: "Spare your life, I will give you everything you want, money, pocket watch, ring, look, this is a photo of my daughter, she is only four years old. " Ouyang Kai hesitated even more now.
He couldn't stab the dagger with his hand.
Suddenly a thought flashed through his mind, and he said viciously: "I specialize in killing patrolmen.
I was the one who killed those two dead ghosts the day before yesterday.
Today, let's start with Let you go and tell them to be careful when you go out."
Foreigners nod like garlic.
Ouyang Kai put away the dagger, winked at Situ Xiaoyan who was hiding at the entrance of the alley looking out, turned around and left.
The white man got up in embarrassment, suddenly pulled out a revolver from his waist, gritted his teeth, cocked the hammer and pointed at it.
Ouyang Kai's back is about to be shot.
Soon enough, a piece of broken tiles flew down from the roof, hitting the foreigner's wrist.
The bullet deflected and hit the wall next to Ouyang Kai.
The piercing sound of gunfire immediately attracted the attention of the patrolman on the street, and the police siren immediately sounded.
It rang.
Ouyang Kai was smart enough to realize that the matter had failed, so he pulled Situ Xiaoyan and fled quickly.
Two minutes later, the patrol team was busy sealing off the road and searching, but found nothing.
The two failed killers were still out of breath after returning to the Jingwu Association.
The dangers of the world and the complexity of society exceeded their imagination.
It was late at night, and in order to avoid suspicion, the two of them went back to sleep with their hearts full of worries.
A few minutes later, Liu Zhensheng also returned to the Jingwu Club.
The old police station was blown up, and the bodies of Locke and Robertson were still cold.
Inspector Horton, who had just arrived from London, was attacked again.
If it weren't for his extraordinary wit, he would have become a cold corpse in the alley.
The shocked Holden returned to the patrol room and drank three glasses of whiskey in a row before he managed to calm down and told his colleagues what had just happened.
It turned out that Locke and Robertson had died at the hands of a Chinese assassination gang.
This case was no longer simple. criminal cases can be classified as political cases.
The patrols went out in large numbers and arrested many suspects wandering around at night.
The cells in the patrol room were full and could not accommodate so many prisoners, but new suspects were still being arrested.
The next morning, new information came.
A pawnshop in the concession received a gold watch with the name of the murdered police officer Robertson engraved on the case.
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The patrols immediately dispatched and followed the clues to catch the pawnbroker, who was Peter.
Natasha, the whore at the Fort Club.
At the time of the incident, Natasha was the only witness, and the arrest warrant issued by the police was based on her confession.
Unexpectedly, this Russian actually stole Robertson's belongings.
The patrol interrogated Natasha as a routine, but received shocking news.
Locke and Robertson did not die at the hands of some mysterious Chinese assassin, but killed each other out of jealousy.
The reason why it was necessary to fabricate the deaths of two police officers at the hands of assassins is also very simple.
It was because Natasha took Robertson's wallet and gold watch.
In order to possess these properties, she fabricated a fictitious story.
A tall and fierce killer came.
He easily killed Robertson and Locke and took away their belongings.
Although it is a bit unbelievable, it is not groundless.
At least the police officers who have been to the crime scene have this idea.
The two sons of bitches Locke and Robertson really looked like they had beaten each other to death.
As a result, the case fell into a puzzle.
On one side, witnesses claimed that the two died in a fire, and on the other side, someone claimed to be responsible for the death of the police officer.
The police officers were confused and had to turn the case over to the police station.
Inspectors Locke and Robertson were both policemen recruited from England by the concession authorities.
People who were willing to work in the colonies were usually rogues who could not survive in the local area.
This was the case for Locke and Robertson, a pair of good friends.
After arriving in Shanghai, he was like a fish in water, and he was very prosperous.
He was also a tyrant in the patrol room, and his hands cramped when he collected illegal money.
After the two of them died, no one felt sad.
The diligent investigation was just because of the pride of the white people.
But since two white people died fighting over one of them, instead of dying at the hands of the despicable Chinese, then this matter was That's another matter.
The Chief Inspector of the Police Department reported the case to the Ministry of Industry Bureau and the Consulate.
The superiors also felt that too much trouble had affected the prosperity of the concession.
Since they could give a decent explanation to the Europeans, they should quickly close the case.
As for the existing problems in the case All kinds of doubts, let him go to hell.
Shanghai is not London.
Not all cases can be solved.
The most important thing is to maintain prosperity.
Arresting people all day long makes people unstable and causes tens of thousands of losses every day.
This is what the Ministry of Industry and Commerce Bureau said.
Intolerable.
For those suspects who are caught, just let them pay some money and let them go.
The patrol room can also generate a fortune.
As for Natasha, she was put in a cell and will be charged with theft soon.
She was lying in the cell, feeling extremely relaxed, and the scene from last night appeared in her mind.
A Russian named Andrei came to her door, threatening her family in Russia and forcing her to do this.
Although Natasha was a weak woman, she had also spent a few days on the beach, so how could she give in?
She found her boss Petrovich to make the decision for her, but she didn't know that the boss and Andre actually knew each other, and told herself that if she wanted to see her family, she would cooperate honestly with Mr.
Vasilyevich.
So, Natasha had no choice but to do as he asked, deliberately pawning the gold watch to attract the attention of the patrol, and then retract her confession.
In any case, the storm finally subsided.
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Inspector Horton, who was almost killed, was very puzzled and went to the inspector general to ask how he could explain what the Chinese who attacked him that night said.
"Horton, this is not London, but Shanghai.
Not everything has a reasonable answer.
Maybe the Chinese want to use this matter to make a splash."
The inspector general shrugged and gave him a plausible answer.
A satisfactory answer.
There was an expensive cigar in the ashtray of the Inspector General, and behind it was a portrait of King George V.
But Holden felt that the Inspector General was not loyal to the king at all, and he did not even look like a real British person. .
Perhaps Shanghai's feasting and feasting can change everything.
The case ended quietly, but those who were wrongly arrested are still detained in the cells and need to pay a bail before they can be released.
Otherwise, they will be charged with other crimes and sent to Tilanqiao Prison.
For a time, the patrol room was overcrowded, all of them were people who had paid bail.
Chen Zikun was released in a daze without even waiting for the court appearance.
The person who came to pick him up turned out to be Mr.
Sun Wen's bodyguard Huang Luyao.
After paying the bail, he took him out of the patrol room.
Five minutes later, an Oldsmobile stopped at the door of the patrol room.
Jian Bing, a famous prostitute on the Fourth Avenue, came to bail Chen Zikun with a banknote.
When she heard that Chen Zikun had been released, she breathed a sigh of relief.
The look made Officer Horton, who was in charge of bail processing, very puzzled.
Ten minutes later, a well-dressed Chinese man took a rickshaw to the patrol room and handed over his business card.
It turned out to be Nong Jinsun, the secretary-general of the Jingwu Sports Association.
He was also here to bail Chen Zikun.
When he heard that the person who wanted to be released on bail was approaching, After being escorted away by others, he looked calm, said a few polite words and left.
Half an hour later, a Russian came to bail Chen Zikun.
When he heard that he had left, he quickly left the patrol room.
Holden was very curious and checked Chen Zikun's file.
This suspect was caught by the Russian team of the International Merchant Group.
He was six inches tall and was said to have gunshot wounds on his body, which completely matched the characteristics of the murderer.
The strange thing was that he was not among the large number of prisoners.
He was arraigned, and there were actually three groups of people who came to bail him out, with different identities.
When he contacted the Russian prostitute again, Holden felt that the case was really confusing, but the truth seemed to be waving to him not far away.
In a villa on Molière Road in the French Concession, surrounded by green trees and blooming flowers, Sun Wen stood in the yard with his hands behind his back, looking south with a solemn expression.
There was a stick of incense placed on the incense table in front of him.
Chen Zikun was brought over by Huang Luyao.
He stood five meters away and said softly: "Prime Minister, we have brought him back."
Sun Wen turned around and smiled slightly: "Zi Kun, the feeling in prison must be unpleasant."
Chen Zikun said: "Thank you very much, Prime Minister, for rescuing me."
Sun Wendao said: "Before you do this next time, you'd better think clearly that you are shouldering the mission of the country and the nation.
Even if you sacrifice, you must make the sacrifice worthwhile."
Chen Zikun nodded, noticed the incense table, and said suspiciously: "This is" "Yin Weijun died."
Sun Wen's voice was low, with deep sadness.
These words were like a thunderbolt from the blue, passing through Chen Zikun's heart.
They had been apart for only ten days, so how could they be separated by yin and yang?
"Revolutionaries have to face sacrifices at any time.
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Martyr Wei Jun died for the revolution.
She died a great and glorious death.
We must always remember her."
Sun Wen said sadly
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