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Chapter 129 Eat Fish
With such an arrangement, it was already evening when everyone reunited. The effect of coriander was good, at least Zuo Zhong didn't smell any bad smell, but his skin was also wrinkled.

At the same time, Gu Qi and Wu Chunyang, who went to the telephone office, also arrived at the police station. They brought a piece of good news. The operator of the day really couldn't remember the specific number.

Gu Qihui reported: "When we arrived at the telephone exchange, the other party was very cooperative with our actions, but because there are many rich people in Jiaxing City, and there are many installed telephones, the specific number cannot be determined."

Wu Chunyang added on the side: "But the operator remembered that the other party was a woman with a very young and pleasant voice. At that time, she even made a joke with the colleagues beside her, saying that she had the golden voice."

In this day and age, you need an operator to make a phone call, and most of the practitioners are women. Some boring people nicknamed these girls Golden Voices. It seems that the voice of that person is very recognizable.

Young woman, that's why Jin Renjiu didn't carry a weapon, and met each other in a hurry at the same time, which is logical, but what is the relationship between them, the former lovers?friend?Or a classmate?
Zuo Zhong tapped his thigh with his fingers. Jin Renjiu was not married, and Jin Andong never said that his son had a fiancée. If the two were former lovers, why would he meet this woman secretly.

If it's friends and classmates, there's no need to meet in such a secret way. Jin Andong's identity is kept secret. In the past, Jin Injiu's classmates and friends have also been to his home. Why is this exception.

In short, no matter what the reason is, Jin Renjiu and that woman can only meet in private, and there used to be a fixed meeting place, but if they don't meet at Jin's house, where can they go?

In this era, young men and women rarely get together on the street, especially in a traditional small city like Jiaxing. Zuo Zhong once again thought of the suit on Jin Renjiu.

The left heavy tapping fingers stopped, where would be the warm and private places, bookstores, coffee shops, restaurants, movie theaters, or even half-closed doors are all possible, the range is a bit wide.

The director who was serving tea and water came over: "Mr. Zuo, drink some hot tea."

Zuo Zhong's eyes lit up. This kind of local snake should know something, so he asked, "Are there any bookstores, coffee shops, restaurants, movie theaters, or half-closed doors near Jin Renjiu's house?"

The director was stunned for a moment: "Jiaxing is a small place, there are no coffee shops, and the movie theater is far away, so it's not clear if the door is half closed."

Zuo Zhong grasped the point: "That means there are bookstores and restaurants nearby?"

The director nodded proudly: "Of course, Jiaxing people have always been willing to take scientific examinations for official careers. Although there is no imperial examination, the enthusiasm for learning has not diminished. There are bookstores all over the city, and there are many near the Jin family."

Then he said: "As for restaurants, there are more. Fanli Lake not far to the west is a famous river fish resort. Unfortunately, it's not the season now. The autumn crab season is over, and the winter fish season has not yet arrived."

There are many fewer possible meeting places, which is good news for the investigation work. As long as the witnesses of the day can be found, part of the trajectory of Kim In-joo's actions can be restored, so as to find more witnesses.

But after thinking about it, Zuo Zhong decided to wait for Ling Sanping's autopsy results first, how did Jin Renjiu die, and whether he was thrown into the lake before or after death.

He continued to ask: "Has the fisherman been found? We will inquire immediately."

The director waved to the outside: "Here we are. His name is Mao Asi. His ancestral home is in Jiaxing. He has been fishermen for generations. He is honest and honest. Over the years, he has rescued many people who fell into the water."

Zuo Zhong understood what the director meant. He was afraid that the Secret Service would resort to torture in order to solve the case. This kind of thing was too common, and he had some respect for this slick director in his heart.

Zuo Zhong's expression softened a bit: "Don't worry, I don't know what other people do, but every case I handle must have witnesses and physical evidence, and I will not find a scapegoat to shirk responsibility."

The director bowed in embarrassment: "Mr. Zuo is very aware of the details. Jiaxing is a small place. Everyone doesn't look up and look down. They are all from the village. I have no choice but to say this."

Zuo Zhong raised his hand to stop him from explaining, with mixed feelings in his heart, a good person does a right thing, and he needs to apologize to others to ask for forgiveness, hehe, this is really a fucking world.

While talking, a timid middle-aged man was brought in. Seeing that the room was full of people who seemed a little overwhelmed, the chief of police was so angry that he walked over and kicked him, and pouted at him.

The middle-aged man followed the direction and saw Zuo Zhong who was smiling all over his face, and knelt down with a plop: "Greetings to the Eldest Master, I wish the Elder Master the best of luck for generations to come." After finishing speaking, he kowtowed twice.

The Chief of Police is about to pass out from anger, Mao Si, Mao Si, you really can't make it to the table, it's a waste of me to risk offending the Shangguan to say good things for you, you're acting.

"Pfft." He Yijun couldn't help laughing out loud, and Zuo Zhong sat down in the main hall, which really meant something like a master of Qingtian.

Zuo Chong was helpless, this Mao Ah Si must have gotten along well with Tong Suo, because he had watched too many dramas.

Hey?Having said that, he suddenly remembered something, and he handed the copper lock to Wu Chunyang to watch, why didn't he look at anyone all day today.

But now is not the time to think about these things, Zuo Zhong stood up and helped the trembling Mao Asi up, and pushed him onto the chair, they are all men who stand upright, who would like to kowtow and kneel to others.

Zuo Chong's tone was very gentle: "Mao Si, right? My surname is Zuo, and I want to ask you something."

As he spoke, he asked the director to hand Mao Asi a bowl of hot tea. Now that the sun has set, it is very cold, and the wind blows like a knife, making people have nowhere to hide. Mao Asi probably waited outside for a while. His face was blue with cold.

Maybe it was Zuo Zhong's attitude, maybe it was the cup of hot tea that made Mao Asi's face turn red, and his body stopped shaking. He asked cautiously, "Sir, what do you want to ask? I'm just a fisherman." .”

Zuo Zhong flipped through the previous transcript: "What was the situation that day, did you encounter other boats on the lake?"

Mao Asi drank the tea in one gulp, and recalled: "That morning, the lake was foggy, and I didn't see any other boats. If it wasn't for my family's urgent need for money, I wouldn't come out in the fog. This kind of weather is difficult. Fish caught."

Zuo Zhong helped him refill a cup of hot tea: "Where did you find the body, was there anything unusual at that time?"

Mao Asi covered his hands with his teacup, and said nervously: "Sir, I found the water float in the southwest of Nanhu Lake. At that time, I lowered the silk net into the lake and waited for a few minutes. I know it's wrong."

Zuo Zhong interrupted him: "Did you see something?"

Mao Asi shook his head quickly: "No, sir, my family has been fishing for generations, and it is not once or twice that we have encountered drifts. Drifts are different from fish catches. Every experienced fisherman knows that they are heavy."

After he finished speaking, he waited for Zuo Zhong, and found that Zuo Zhong hadn't spoken, and continued: "I took the net back, and it turned out to be a mess. His clothes hung on the net. At that time, I didn't feel like fishing, so I came back."

Listening to Mao Asi's introduction, Zuo Zhong found that there was no difference from his notes, except that some irrelevant details were added. Jin Renjiu's belongings in his wallet had not been lost, and Mao Asi was indeed very honest.

Zuo Chong closed the record and chatted with Mao Asi: "Have you ever encountered a drifter in this season before? Based on your years of experience, does that drifter seem to have slipped and fell into the water?"

Speaking of this, Mao Asi's face became brighter: "It is rare to encounter water floats in winter. Most of the water floats are in hot weather. Many people try to swim in the lake in the coolness, but they end up with cramps or lack of strength. drowned.

Moreover, Nanhu Lake does not look big and the water is not deep, but there are still many undercurrents under the water. Even we dare not enter the water easily. The old people say that there is a Dragon King in the lake. If they encounter it, they will take it away as a tribute. "

Seeing him talking nonsense here, the chief of police wished to shave his ears, such as Dragon Lord, or as a tribute.

Mao A Siyue said more and more vigorously: "But the man really looked like he fell into the water. Anyway, when I fished him up, I didn't find any blood on his body. Fortunately, there was no blood. Otherwise, those little fish and shrimp would probably have a full meal. myself."

Zuo Zhong felt a little disgusted, and at the same time, he was thinking about what he just said. Mao Asi was right. It’s so cold in winter. Who would go to the lake to swim in leisure time? There’s no such thing as winter swimming exercise these days, but unfortunately there are no clues. .

He smiled at Mao Asi and said, "Thank you this time. If you think of anything next, or find something in the lake, please tell us as soon as possible, and there will be a reward."

Mao Asi left gratefully. He was uneducated but not a fool. He was interrogated by someone who even the chief of police should treat him with care. If he was not careful, he would be killed. Fortunately, this little white-faced officer was still reasonable.

Zuo Chong reviewed the case, looked at the dark sky outside and patted his head. They were so busy hitting the back of their heads when they arrived in Jiaxing, they didn't even arrange a place to sleep, let alone eating.

The food and drink of more than 100 people is not a small problem. Not only must it be clean and hygienic, but also reliable and safe. This matter must be handed over to Song Minghao, and I don't know if his sales network has extended here.

So Zuo Zhong yelled: "Lao Song, go to a hotel in the city and find a hotel to book it. The conditions can be better. Anyway, it's spending money. It's not for nothing. Send a few brothers to watch over the purchase and the back kitchen."

Song Minghao didn't pat his chest to reassure him as usual, and showed embarrassment on his face: "Chief, I just asked the people in the police station. The hotels in Jiaxing City are all small businesses, and there are not so many rooms."

Waste, this is the new generation of arms tycoon in Jinling?Zuo Zhong looked at him disdainfully, after thinking about it, he decided to ask Yu Xingle to help him solve it, they should have a place to stay in Jiaxing, if they can't, let's squeeze each other.

Said that Cao Cao arrived, Yu Yu Xingle walked in from the outside in time, and said in his mouth: "Chief Zuo, the brothers' foothold has been arranged, and the officers' club of the local garrison will also settle meals there."

Zuo Zhong smiled, and took his hand with both hands: "Oh, thank you District Chief Yu, I'm having a headache about this."

Yu Xingle hurriedly said modestly: "It should be, you are from Jinling and you are not familiar with the place, these are trivial things, small things."

Just when the two were flattering each other, a small head stuck into the room and shouted: "I'm hungry, I want to eat fish from Nanhu Lake."

It's the little bastard Tongsuo, who went somewhere before, but now he's hungry and knows he's back, and he still wants to eat the fish in the lake!Thinking about today's case, Zuo Zhong felt his stomach churn.

"Ouch!!" Song Minghao couldn't hold back after all, and vomited heavily.

There is a side story, the ending of Aofu
　Wang Aofu was lying in the sack, his eyes were full of panic, why was his action known in advance?
　　Only he, Dai Chunfeng and Zuo Zhong knew about this plan. No matter how you looked at it, Zuo Zhong was very suspicious.

　　Zuo Zhong is an underground party?Zuo Zhong is an underground party!
　　Everything is clear, the arrest of Chen Jianzhong was to rescue Xie Jiuwen, the failure of the search for the underground party and city committee was also because of him, and the killing of the underground party traitor Huang Xinshan was simply a joke!
　　The intelligence chief of the Secret Service is an underground party!Wang Aofu in the sack burst into tears, but with a smile, he felt some pain in his heart, and his face turned red from being suppressed.

　　Hiccup, hiccup, hiccup.

　　Wang Aofu rolled his eyes, and before being laughed to death by himself, he wanted to say something: Zuo Zhong is an underground party, I guarantee it with my head.

　　
　
(End of this chapter)