No trace of espionage

Chapter 51
"Sir, I, my name is Chen Aqing, and his name is Deng Xiaozhu. We are patrolmen. We mainly patrol the branch. The branch goes west to Wuma Street." Chen Aqing is obviously better at speaking than Deng Xiaozhu. Facing Lin Chuang's inquiry, although he was a little nervous , but still very smoothly finished the self-introduction.

But Deng Xiaozhu was much more nervous than him. When Lin Chuang saw him, he found that his complexion was yellow, and his complexion still hasn't recovered.

"Perhaps he was frightened by Fan Yitong's tragic situation." Lin Chuang thought as he looked at the faces of the two.

"How did you find out that Chief Fan was killed?" Lin Chuang asked calmly.

"Sir, we came from the south of Wuma Street. When we walked to the corner, we suddenly saw Chief Fan's car. The car was on fire. It looked like we were waiting for someone. We hurriedly arranged our clothes. Standing on the side of the road, I wanted to wait for Section Chief Fan to pass before returning to the branch office. But after waiting for a long time, the car did not drive away, so we stopped there. We didn’t dare to leave like this, so we wanted to wait a little longer. Later, Xiao He told me quietly that something was wrong. I asked him what was wrong, and he said why he saw Chief Fan motionless, with his head resting on the seat. I also blamed him for making a fuss, saying that the officer might be too Tired, I leaned on the chair and fell asleep. After waiting for a while, the car still didn’t move. Xiaozhu said that Section Chief Fan was also not moving at all. I said, forget it, go over and say hello to the officer. So, We walked to the car." Chen Aqing recalled the scene at that time, and when he said this, he licked his lips.

Then he said: "I didn't see Chief Fan's face until the car was close to him. He kept his eyes open and didn't move. When I saw his eyes, what should I say? It was the kind that didn't know where to look. , what is this word called?"

"Is it empty and dazed?" Zhu Xing reminded him in a low voice.

"Empty, dazed, that's right, that's the word. Secretary Zhu is talented, so he just opened his mouth." Chen Aqing turned around and smiled at Zhu Xing, and praised him with a flattering tone.

"Continue to talk!" Hou Ming ordered in a low voice, frowning.

"Yes, Director." Chen Aqing quickly retracted his neck and faced Lin Chuang: "Sir, I am older and have seen dead people. Seeing Section Chief Fan like this, I feel bad. So I went to the car and shouted Two sentences, sir. Because it is through the glass and the car is still driving, I was afraid that Section Chief Fan would not be able to hear me, so I used a loud voice. As a result, Section Chief Fan did not respond at all. I thought it was a bad thing. Opening the car door to check, Xiaozhu suddenly found blood under the car, and yelled loudly. When I saw the sticky blood dripping out from the crack of the door, Xiaozhu and I ran away in fright After running a few steps, I realized that we are patrolling police officers, Chief Fan is dead, and we have to protect the scene, so I dared to watch there and asked Xiaozhu to report back to the branch office."

After Chen Aqing finished his narration, he patted his chest with a look of lingering fear.And Deng Xiaozhu's complexion turned even yellower. Obviously, he had never seen such a bloody scene.

"What time was it when you saw Chief Fan's car?" Lin Chuang asked.

"We don't have a watch. I don't know. Anyway, it won't be past six o'clock, because there were very few people on Wuma Street at that time. When we found out that things were not good, we saw that there were more people on the street." Chen Aqing replied.

"Think about it, this time is very important to solve the case." Lin Chuang said.

"Sir...officer, I...before we returned to the branch office, we had tea at Qingshan Tea House. When we left, I saw the clock in their shop. It was half past five." Deng Xiaozhu stammered.

"Oh, that's right, it was Xiaozhu who reminded me that it was time to get off work, that's why we left that tea house." After he reminded, Chen Aqing also remembered.

"Leader Lin, what Xiaozhu said is correct. He ran back to the branch office and went straight to the director. I looked at the clock at that time, and it was five fifty, and he was off work in 10 minutes." Zhu Xing added at this time One sentence.

"Okay." Lin Chuang let go of the question, and then asked: "You said the car was on fire at the time, so who put out the fire?"

"It's me." Hou Ming said: "I received Xiao Zhu's report and felt that the matter was serious. I first called Director Duan to report it, and then rushed to the scene with people. I opened the car door and confirmed that Section Chief Fan was dead. , Turned the key casually, turned off the fire. Then set up a guard, waiting for someone from the bureau to come. Later, Section Chief Hu and Section Chief Fang came.”

"Well." Lin Chuang nodded, thinking about the information brought by Chen Aqing: "Fan Yitong's license plate number is 'Jing 0666', which is easy to recognize. It is not surprising that Chen Aqing recognizes this license plate number. Probably the entire Nanjing police system does not recognize it. There are not many people with this license plate number. After all, Fan Yitong is in charge of the picketing power. However, ordinary police officers may know this information, but if they have not seen this car, it is difficult to be sure that it is Fan Yitong's car in the first place. This shows that , Chen Aqing has seen Fan Yitong's car in the past, so he recognized it at a glance."

Thinking of this, Lin Chuang asked again: "Chen Aqing, how did you recognize it as Section Chief Fan's car at a glance?"

"Sir, Section Chief Fan often comes to our branch office. Everyone in our branch office knows the number of this car. Besides, I have seen this car several times on Wuma Street." Chen Aqing replied.

"Oh?" Lin Chuang's eyes lit up when he heard the words, and he thought, "This sentence contains too much information."

"Hey, it's like this. To tell the truth, Team Leader Lin, I have a good personal relationship with Section Chief Fan. He often comes to the sub-bureau to meet me for tea, so the people below are familiar with him." Hou Ming quickly explained.

"What does he often go to Wuma Street for? I remember that his family lives near Yixian Bridge, right? Does Wuma Street have friends and old acquaintances?" Lin Chuang thought to himself: "The purpose of his going to Wuma Street must be clarified."

"Chen Aqing, you said that you have seen Section Chief Fan on Wuma Street several times. Do you know what he did there? Who did he meet?" Lin Chuang asked.

Chen Aqing was taken aback by this question, and said with some hesitation: "I don't know about that. As soldiers, we dare not make random guesses about the matters of the officers."

Seeing his expression, Lin Chuang felt that there must be something wrong, otherwise, he would not be able to say that, and would not use words like "guessing and talking nonsense".

So what is he worried about?Knowing that Fan Yitong is dead, is he still afraid that the dead will find him to settle accounts?
Is he afraid of Hou Ming?Does that mean that Fan Yitong's frequent visits to Wuma Street have something to do with Hou Ming?

As soon as this thought flashed, Lin Chuang didn't intend to ask any more questions.

"Then how many times have you met Section Chief Fan on Wuma Street? About when?" Lin Chuang changed the question.

"I can't remember how many times, maybe three times. In terms of time..., it was around the afternoon when I got off work." Chen Aqing replied.

(End of this chapter)