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Chapter 1250: There is no turning back when the bow is fired

When it was getting light, Zuo Zhong quickly walked into the yard where Yuan Chuyu's body was found. When he looked up, he saw Ling Sanping sitting next to the body, elegantly sipping a cup of coffee.

Zuo Zhong had seen many dead people, but he still couldn't do what the other person did. He frowned slightly and asked, "Doctor Ling, what are the results of the autopsy?"

Ling Sanping wiped his mouth with a handkerchief, handed Zuo Chong an autopsy record, then went to the body, lifted the white cloth and began to report.

"The deceased, a male, had no obvious external injuries on his body, his skin was light gray, his face was slightly cyanotic, and his nail beds were purple-blue.

The autopsy showed a small amount of foamy secretions in the trachea, and the lung tissue was dark in color and had edema.

The heart appears normal with no obvious lesions, and the blood is dark red, which is a sign of poor coagulation.

His digestive system, especially the gastric mucosa, was highly congested and swollen, and his small and large intestines were mildly inflamed.

At the same time, the deceased's brain tissue was partially edematous, the liver was enlarged, and the renal tubular epithelial cells were necrotic. "

Zuo Zhong didn't know much about medicine, but the deceased's digestive system, nervous system, and internal organs showed so many abnormalities that it was obvious that he was poisoned, so he quickly asked, "You mean the deceased died of poisoning?"

"good."

Ling Sanping picked up a tray with a pool of green liquid in it. He looked at Zuo Zhong and said, "We detected a high concentration of arsenate in the stomach of the deceased. This is a new type of poison. This is the first time I have seen it outside of a laboratory."

"Arsenate?"

Zuo Zhong repeated it several times. He had never heard of this substance, either in his previous life or in this era, so he asked Ling Sanping what the lethal dose of arsenate was.

"The lethal dose of arsenate depends on a number of factors, including the individual's weight, health and how it was ingested, but typically 200 milligrams of arsenate can kill a person."

Ling Sanping paused after answering and gave a professional guess: "The murderer may not have used such a large dose. The deceased's hands and feet were severely twisted, which proves that his death was very painful and took a long time."

"The murderer is forcing a confession!"

Zuo Chong immediately replied that if the murderer just wanted to silence Yuan Chuyu, there were many ways to kill him. There was no need to use poison, let alone use a poison that would only be lethal at 200 mg.

For example, ricin and cyanide only require very small doses to be lethal, and the murderer is so professional that he couldn't possibly not know this.

Ling Sanping nodded: "Yes, the murderer watched the victim die with his own eyes. Arsenate poisoning will cause a strong burning and pricking sensation, which is perfect for quickly forcing a confession."

Zuo Chong guessed that it was at this time that Yuan Chuyu told the murderer the bank deposit slip and the letter, and the murderer had no intention of letting the other party go from beginning to end.

He thought in his mind and said, "Take the body back to Renxin Hospital first. I will ask the deceased's parents to identify the body."

Ling Sanping took off his gloves and shrugged: "No problem, hand over the murderer to me after the case is over. I want to study the toxicological effects of arsenate. Okay, I'll go back first."

Looking at Ling Sanping who was leaving leisurely, Zuo Chong's face turned black. This guy had already thought about taking prisoners before he even caught the person. He was really becoming more and more like a Frankenstein monster.

"Co-pilot, the indoor investigation has yielded some results."

Wu Jingzhong suddenly appeared beside Zuo Zhong. His ability to take advantage of any opportunity was truly impressive.

"Let's go, talk as we go."

Zuo Chong and Wu Jingzhong walked towards the bungalow one after the other, and then Wu Jingzhong's unhurried voice sounded in Zuo Chong's ears.

"The technicians found three bloodstains and a rope in the basement. The other party should have interrogated Yuan Chuyu there."

"Did any of the neighbors hear anything?"

"No, the basement is very deep, and there are bluestone slabs around the walls, which has a good sound insulation effect."

"Did you find anything else in the room?"

"The scene was very clean. The murderer cleaned it up. His method was quite professional."

As they talked, they walked into the room on the right. Wu Jingzhong pointed to a cabinet that had been moved away in the corner and said, "Look, that's the entrance to the basement. There's a mechanism inside. Once you go in, the cabinet above will automatically reset. It's very hidden."

Zuo Zhong walked around the wardrobe and found that the entrance was at the back of the wardrobe, about one meter in diameter, and accessible by a steel ladder.

He followed the ladder down to the basement and roughly estimated the depth of the passage, which was nearly 5 meters. This was no small project.

Not counting the underground space, this passage alone requires digging 4 cubic meters of soil. Moreover, this is a secret project, and the excavated soil also needs to be taken out bit by bit. The enemy has spent a lot of thought on this.

Standing on the bluestone floor, Zuo Chong saw Gu Qi and Gui Youguang standing there whispering to each other, so he asked curiously.

"What did you find?"

"Commander in Chief, you are here."

Gu Qi turned around and said hello, then replied with a smile: "Youguang said that the murderer did not put the body in the basement, which means that he is only away temporarily and may come back in the future. We are discussing whether to ambush."

Zuo Zhong looked at the bald man in surprise. Was this the case of a fool making a thousand mistakes but still having one success? The murderer had taken great pains to get the body to the ground and dug a half-meter deep pit. There were indeed signs that he would use this place again, but forget about the ambush. The other party was not that stupid. He looked down at the brown bloodstains on the ground and quickly looked away. These were all invalid clues. Reality was not a movie or TV series. It was very difficult for the victim to leave the murderer's name. The key to solving the case was still the person.

"Old Wu, tell us about Zhao Dayang's situation. Also, have the neighbors around seen Yuan Chuyu?" Zuo Chong asked.

"Okay, deputy seat."

Wu Jingzhong reported Zhao Dayang's file, the content of which came from the police station's registration information. Of course, things like name, place of origin, and social relations were all fabricated. Only height, weight, and fingerprints were of some value, especially fingerprints.

After comparison by technical personnel, the fingerprints left on Zhao Dayang's file were consistent with the fingerprints extracted by the Military Control Commission from the tea bowls in the teahouse.

Although everyone knows that suspect number three is Zhao Dayang, and this has been confirmed by eyewitnesses, knowing and identifying is one thing, and whether or not there is evidence is another.

Intelligence work cannot be sloppy at all. Once you develop the bad habit of muddling through things, one day you will have to pay for it with your life and blood.

After talking about the current findings, Wu Jingzhong began to report the results of the questioning of the neighbors. According to these people's confessions, they had never seen Yuan Chuyu or anyone else looking for Zhao Dayang.

The reason is very simple. Most of the residents in this residential area are outsiders who moved west with the national government. They are not familiar with each other and seldom interact with each other. In addition, each house has its own entrance, so no one will deliberately observe who their neighbor meets.

Perhaps this is also the reason why Zhao Dayang chose to settle here. If it were an area where there were mostly locals, let alone strangers, even an extra dog would not be hidden from the eyes of the neighbors.

Wu Jingzhong's report was over. Zuo Zhong was not used to the turbid air in the basement, so he asked a few people to go back to the ground, found a chair in the living room and sat down to continue discussing the next steps.

"Old Wu, you should track down Zhao Dayang's whereabouts. The fake identity is also useful. I don't believe that the other party only used this ID to rent a house."

Zuo Zhong first mentioned Wu Jingzhong's general. Everyone nodded silently to his words. It was very expensive to make a perfect fake identity. It was too extravagant to just use it to rent a house. "Zhao Dayang" might have left other traces in the mountain city.

Thanks to the rampant Japanese spies and underground party, everything in the mountain city now requires registration. You need to provide documents when renting a house, staying in a hotel, working, taking a boat, or riding a bus. Regardless of whether this is strictly enforced, it is always a breakthrough.

Then, Zuo Zhong turned to Gu Qi with a smile and said, "Old Gu, do you remember what we talked about before? Whether the case can be solved may depend on this."

Gu Qi's mind turned quickly, and he immediately understood the meaning of the words: "You want to mobilize the spies around Yuan Chuyu, such as the student named Fang Quan?"

Zuo Zhong neither confirmed nor denied it, and further asked: "Do you think that spy has been here before? If he knew that this place was being investigated, and we had clues that Zhao Dayang was involved in espionage, what would he do?"

"Find a way to contact Zhao Dayang!" the three people present said in unison.

"Yes, he will contact Zhao Dayang, or maybe..."

Zuo Zhong only said half of his words, then stood up and ordered: "Immediately spread the word in Central University. I want all students to know that Yuan Chuyu's body has been found, and I also want them to know Zhao Dayang's name."

Gu Qi, Wu Jingzhong and Gui Youguang looked solemn. Once the arrow is shot, there is no turning back. Making the case public would mean that the enemy would also know that they have been exposed.

But the three did not object. The worst result of doing so would be that the enemy would escape, and an exposed spy would just run away.

This is indeed unfair to Yuan's father and mother, but there is no such thing as fairness in the world. For the sake of the case, it is worth taking a gamble.

Besides, if we force the remaining enemies, we might get an unexpected surprise. You know, the 20,000 US dollars is still in the account. The other party is extremely poor. Will they take the risk to withdraw the money before escaping?

Countless heroes have fallen because of the words "stop after this". Zuo Zhong felt that facing such a huge sum of money, Zhao Dayang and his accomplices would definitely not be able to hold back!

………………

In a private house in the suburbs of a mountain city.

Zhao Dayang, whom Zuo Zhong had been racking his brains to find, and a man with a bandaged arm were sitting at the table. The two were looking at a stack of French currency on the table with slightly dull eyes.

"Is this all the funding left?" Zhao Dayang was a little bit unbelievable. How could the operating funds of an intelligence team be gone in the blink of an eye?

The man was filled with resentment, and slammed his fist on the table. "Would I deceive you? The headquarters gave us the Republic of China's legal currency, but the legal currency is depreciating every day. If this continues, we will have to sell our blood to carry out the mission!"

Zhao Dayang still didn't believe it, and tried to test it: "We performed very well in the last mission. Where is the reward promised by the headquarters?"

It would have been fine if he hadn't said this. As soon as he said this, the man burst into laughter: "What bounty? The order only said that we should show sympathy for the country and that our parents will be proud of us."

"Gone?"

"Gone."

The conversation between Zhao Dayang and the man came to an abrupt end. The two looked at each other and fell into silence, and then said two words almost at the same time.

"Dollar?"

After a few seconds, the man shook his head: "The enemy we encountered by the river is likely to be the Military Control Commission. The letter sent by Yuan Chuyu has not been found either. It is inconvenient for you and me to take any action for the time being."

Zhao Dayang lowered his head helplessly, and an outrageous thought came to his mind. Who were they doing all this for?