above the point of the knife

Chapter 10 Returning to the scene (please collect, please recommend tickets!)

The wind was blowing snowflakes, and they were falling down lazily.

A thin layer of white snow soon fell on the fiery red leaves of the sugar maple trees on both sides of the street. When the leaves couldn't bear the strength, they would shake with the help of the wind.

The snow slid down and hit the pedestrians on the road...

At this time, those who are still struggling in the wind and snow are the low-level ordinary people who are forced to work hard for their lives.

Those rich ladies and ladies, high-ranking officials, and the Japanese invaders showing off their might are all sitting in the warm room at this moment, drinking tea and coffee, watching the catkins flying outside the window, enjoying the comfort life.

Get off the Jihong Bridge, go north along the railway line, and you will find a wide street.

The name of the street is Hill Street.

The Bingcheng Police Department is located on this street.

This is a three-story white facade building with a classical style. On the high steps, there are six huge "Krins" columns, which are majestic and majestic. The support on the top floor comes from the "mountain flower" of the Greek temple ".

At the same time, it will also occupy the location of the Songjiang Provincial Police Department, a building, two signs, and a joint office.

On the second floor to the south, in a large office facing the sun.

The stove was burning hot.

The red solid wood door is pushed in, and the opening is very large. There is a thick Persian carpet on the floor, and you can't hear half a sound when you step on it. The crystal chandelier illuminates the interior brightly, forming a strong contrast with the gray outside.

Behind the large mahogany desk, sat a middle-aged man in a black police uniform. The police uniform epaulette is a large plum blossom badge. This is a policeman. , with a meticulous look.

Shibuya Saburo, the deputy director of the Bingcheng Police Department and the chief of the Secret Service Section, is also the director of the Songjiang Police Department's Secret Service Branch, which is the Bingcheng Security Bureau.

The Security Bureau is a secret anti-espionage and anti-espionage agency, and it is kept secret from the outside world. (This is a bit different from what you imagine)

There was a person standing in front of him. If Zhou Sen was here, he must have known him. It was Lin Dakuan, the investigation director of the Special Affairs Division of the Bingcheng Police Department.

Compared with the high-spirited and high-spirited Lin Dakuan in front of Zhou Sen at this moment, he is really a different person.

Incomparably humble, he bowed his waist slightly, lowered his head, and gasped for fear that the voice would be too loud.

"Director Lin, have you arranged all the things you have arranged?" Saburo Shibuya asked while flipping through the documents.

"Reporting to Mr. Shibuya, the subordinates followed your orders. I wanted to transfer him directly to the Secret Service, but he resisted..."

"You are too impatient. There is no need to rush this kind of thing." Saburo Shibuya raised his eyelids slightly. If he hadn't decisively stopped, his plan might have gone awry.

"Yes, Mr. Shibuya taught you a lesson." Shibuya is actually younger than Lin Dakuan, but Lin Dakuan is like a young junior in front of Shibuya Saburo.

"Our job is not as simple as catching one or two Soviet Russian spies lurking in the ice city. Remember, our target is probably behind him. You should not contact him any more recently."

"Yes, Mr. Shibuya." Under the invisible pressure, Lin Dakuan's forehead gradually sweated.

"This matter must not be mentioned to anyone. The empire will not treat a loyal and reliable friend like you badly." Shibuya Saburo watched Lin Dakuan leave, and gently moved his hand away, revealing a message under his hand .

The telegram was sent from the Japanese embassy in Turkey three days ago, and it is top secret.

"The work of 'Bear' has failed. There are suspected Soviet Russian secret agents in the operation team, and their identities are unknown."

The corner of Shibuya Saburo's mouth showed a slight bitterness. He also participated in this plan and put in a lot of effort. In the end, it still failed, and someone must take responsibility.

……

No. 3 Haicheng Street, Zhou Sen's warehouse base.

"San'er, you and Wu En are in a group. Don't let someone patrol in the ice and snow. I will go to the scene of the crime with Lao Liu. At noon, let's find a restaurant that raises meat. When I come back, I will treat everyone to dinner." Zhou Sen told Ye San'er.

"Boss invites you to dinner, that's a good thing." Ye San'er said cheerfully, although patrolling the streets was a bit hard, but in this winter, there is nothing to do, there are many ways to avoid laziness.

Appearing on the scene is a technical job. Gu Laoliu is an old policeman and has experience. If he is appointed to follow, Ye San'er can't compete.

……

In such a heavy snowstorm, riding a bicycle would definitely be impossible. Zhou Shen and Gu Laoliu could only call a pony carriage.

Small carriages are generally driven by Chinese people, and usually seat two or three people, so the price is naturally relatively cheap.

Large carriages are generally operated by Belarus. They can seat four or five people. They are very comfortable and can also keep out the wind and cold. Of course, the price is not cheap.

In later generations of TV and movies, the scene of Bingcheng full of cars was actually not seen by Zhou Sen. It was all fake and deceptive.

There was a heavy snowstorm, and all the trams running in the city were stopped. At this time, you only have horse-drawn carriages, except for your two legs. Maybe a sled would be more suitable.

In the past, Zhou Sen was just a small inspector, not to mention buying a carriage, even renting one, Father Anthony would not allow it.

His little salary is not enough to keep a car and a coachman.

Father Anthony is considered a rich man in Bingcheng, and he didn't have a carriage for his own use, which was a waste of money.

It's better to set up a long-term rental agreement at a car and horse dealer, say hello in advance when you use it, pay on time, and usually travel by tram, which is low-key and economical.

Knock on the door.

The one who opened the door was a White Russian maid from the Sherkin family. This plainly dressed maid with a deformed figure, Fei Ya, recognized Zhou Sen.

The day before yesterday, I visited the house with the Chinese policeman with a big head and inspected the bedroom where the master was killed alone.

After inspecting the scene that day, the police sealed the bedroom on the second floor, saying they would come back at any time.

But two days passed and the police never came.

I don't know if she will come, her master has already been killed.No one pays her a salary, and she is also worried, after all, the family also needs her commission to live.

After revealing their identities again, Fei Ya invited the two into the house.

This time without Lin Dakuan watching from behind, Zhou Sen felt much more at ease. After asking Fei Ya some questions, he looked around downstairs again, and then let Fei Ya take the two of them up to the second floor.

Feya told them that the upstairs was the area where Shelkin lived, and she hadn't set foot on it since the police came.

The bedroom and study room were all sealed, and it was written on it, of course, the Bingcheng City Police Department, with the time and date marked, and the big seal of the police department.

Sheer Jin died in the bedroom, Zhou Sen and Gu Laoliu naturally searched from the bedroom first, tore off the seal, and they opened the door and walked in.

Because the bedroom has been sealed for two days, there is already a smell inside, so if it is fermented in this confined space, it will naturally be very offensive.

Zhou Shen coughed directly because of the choking smell.It turned out that Gu Lao Liu acted like a normal person and didn't respond.

Zhou Sen suddenly felt that there might be something wrong with his sense of smell.

The situation in the bedroom was the same as when he and Lin Dakuan came in, but he was not in the mood to investigate in detail at the time, at most he did a rough inspection, just like a forensic autopsy, he only looked at the surface features of a corpse, and did not do a detailed autopsy Woolen cloth.

The traces on the ground have been completely destroyed long ago. After the incident, I don’t know how many people walked in. There are too many footprints, and there is no way to extract and identify them.

There was no relevant evidence mentioned in the case file handed over to him. If there was, and the Special Affairs Section of the Police Department deliberately did not give it, then he had nothing to do.

When he came in with Lin Dakuan that day, he never mentioned any footprints or fingerprints left at the scene.

Gu Lao Liu is a very experienced old policeman. Although he has never led the cracking of any shocking cases, he has participated in many cases, and his eyesight is naturally not bad.

Zhou Sen asked himself that he couldn't compare to someone like Gu Laoliu, and it was better to let professional people do this kind of professional work.

"Boss, except for a bunch of messy footprints on the ground, the scene is really clean!" Gu Laoliu exclaimed after carefully inspecting every corner of every room.

is very clean.

Zhou Sen had this feeling when he came in for the first time, and he didn't think there was anything wrong at that time.

If the murderer is a master, he can completely kill the person and leave without leaving any traces. The only flaw is the climbing traces in the chimney of the fireplace. He left too hastily and did not clean up the traces. Until it is completely cleaned up, it will be discovered anyway, so it is better not to waste time.

"There's a sour smell in this room. You can't feel it unless you smell it carefully. This guy must have drunk a lot of bars before he was killed?" Gu Laoliu said.

"Well, when I was discovered, there was still half a glass of residual wine in the glass by the bed, and now it has evaporated." Zhou Sen had a strange expression, the smell was obviously strong, why did he smell it carefully?

"The wine glass is still there?" Gu Lao Liu glanced in surprise, and found that the wine glass on the bedside table was still there.

Zhou Sen nodded subconsciously, but was immediately stunned. After the on-site investigation, such important environmental evidence was not brought back for inspection?
Although it can be determined that Shelkin's death was caused by the knife on the right neck, if the procedure of handling the case is followed, all suspicious objects at the crime scene will be taken away for inspection.

This wine glass with residual wine was the last thing the deceased touched. Both the residual wine and the glass must be taken back for inspection.

Is this a rough and negligent handling of the case, or did he stay at the scene on purpose?
"Boss, is there something wrong with this cup?" Seeing Zhou Sen suddenly staring at the cup beside the bed in a daze, Gu Lao Liu reached out to pick it up.

"Little Six, don't move!" Zhou Sen shouted.

"What's the matter, boss?" Gu Laoliu shrank his hands in fright.

"Liu Liu, go downstairs and find Fei Ya to find some rouge powder. If there is no rouge powder, milk powder is fine too. Be careful!" Zhou Sen took the glass under his nose and sniffed it, and then gave instructions.

Gu Lao Liu glanced at the cup and nodded immediately. Although he didn't know what Zhou Sen was going to do, he was right to listen to his boss.

A Russian aunt is really not used to using Chinese rouge powder, but as for milk powder, as long as it is a Russian family, it still has it.

Gu Lao Liu fetched the milk powder, Zhou Sen took a little with a spoon, then leaned close to the glass, and blew lightly on its surroundings.

In an instant, the milk powder formed a puff of dust, which fell on the outer wall of the glass.

"Sixth, what did you see?" A bright light flashed in Zhou Sen's eyes, and this result surprised him.

"Boss, are you looking for fingerprints on this glass?" Gu Lao Liu said no matter what the old policeman said, if he couldn't understand it at this time, he should really buy a piece of tofu and kill him.

"Sherkin drank before going to bed, and drank a lot. The wine bottles on the ground were all empty. That kind of drinking, he couldn't still wear gloves. Although I haven't seen his body, but he was killed. When killing, you should not wear gloves on your hands, but there are no fingerprints on this glass, isn't that weird?" Zhou Sen said with a chuckle.

"The murderer cleaned up the scene?"

"It's very possible, but why did he do this, and what was his motive?" Zhou Sen continued to ask, suddenly there seemed to be a flash of lightning in his mind, "Could it be that the murderer's fingerprints were on the wine glass, and he cleaned it up."

"Come on, let's go to Shelkin's study."

(End of this chapter)