spy sea tide life

Chapter 2
The black police car roared out of the Beiping Police Station, whipping up numerous snowstorms.

Qiao Wude, who was avoiding the side, moved his bicycle back, muttered and cursed: "Damn it, you can drive so fast in such thick snow, and you are not afraid of bumping into a power pole! It's okay to kill you, but it will be troublesome if the power is cut off."

"Why can't we also have a police car?" Yang Denghuan said behind Qiao Wude.

"You want a car? You're so beautiful! It would be nice to have a bicycle, but I'm here with you, otherwise you don't even have a bicycle." Qiao Wude got on the bicycle and said to Yang Denghuan: "Come on!"

Reluctantly, Yang Denghuan got on the bicycle, Qiao Wude pedaled crookedly, left the police station, turned onto Neiwufu Street, and rode towards the wicker alley of Qianmen Street.

Wicker Alley.

Qiao Wude and Yang Denghuan put away their bicycles at the entrance of the alley and walked into the alley.

There are many hutongs in Sijiucheng, and there is a saying that "there are three hundred and six big hutongs, and the small ones outnumber the ox hair".

Hutong belongs to the Mongolian language, which means street.Most of the alleys in Beiping City are narrow and narrow, but the wicker alley is very wide, at least two rickshaws can pass by each other.

After entering the alley, the two of them saw many people surrounded by a large courtyard. A long rope was pulled from the front and back of the courtyard, and several patrolmen were maintaining order.

A very inappropriate, crumpled police uniform with a hat on crookedly, half a cigarette butt in his mouth, and a baton stuck in the collar behind his neck. No matter where he came from, a very awkward patrol policeman was giving lectures to the surrounding residents.

"It's not that you're not allowed to pass, we're handling the case! What if you hit the scene and destroy the scene? Go around and go around, and it won't waste much time. Let me tell you, don't get bored with me here. It makes me anxious. I know you..." As he spoke, he pointed at the baton on the back of his neck and said, "I know you, but my baton doesn't know you!"

Qiao Wude wanted to laugh when he saw this stupid patrolman, and he and Yang Deng happily walked over and squeezed into the crowd, pulled away the rope, and were about to go in.

Both Yang Denghuan and Qiao Wude were wearing casual clothes, no different from ordinary people. A policeman wanted to stop him when he saw this, but Qiao Wude greeted the outspoken policeman inside: "Hurry up, Luo San, the market is going up! You can talk to me."

The policeman turned his head, saw Qiao Wude at a glance, and said with a smile: "Oh, Team Leader Qiao, are you here in person?"

"Luo Sankuai?" Yang Deng laughed happily, the name is a bit interesting.

"It's because they praised me for 'swift hands, quick eyes, and quick legs', so they nicknamed me Luo Sankuai." Although Luo Sankuai didn't know Yang Denghuan, since he came with Qiao Wude, he must be an agent of the Second Detective Division, and his attitude must be humble.

"How did I hear that you are 'quick to collect money, fast to sneak, and fast to do that', such a Luo Sankuai." Qiao Wude joked about Luo Sankuai with a smile.

Yang Denghuan took advantage of the time when the two were talking poorly, looking around at the surrounding environment, a smile gradually appeared on his lips.

I don't know why, since the time travel, Yang Denghuan's eyesight is very keen. He can always easily see the clues that ordinary people don't see, and his brain seems to become smarter. Often some details fall into Yang Denghuan's eyes, and the corresponding reasoning answer will be produced immediately. Sometimes even Yang Denghuan can't figure out the reason.

Are these the buffs of the traversers?

Luo Sankuai was quite capable, the site was well protected, and there were no extra footprints on the ground.

It snowed almost all night yesterday, and it didn't stop until three or four in the morning, leaving many marks on the snow.

This is a courtyard house with five steps, a high threshold, and carved stone drums on both sides of the door, all of which show the illustrious past of the owner.

Obviously, it is now dilapidated, and the courtyard has now become a large courtyard. The red-painted gate is peeled off. If you don’t look carefully, you can’t see the original color. The screen wall facing the gate has also been demolished by the residents because of obstruction.

On the west side of the courtyard wall, there are several ruts, which may be deep or shallow. In front of the ruts, there is a mess of horseshoe marks.

Yang Denghuan walked over to take a closer look. The snow was so thick that he could even see the horseshoe prints clearly.

After seeing the horseshoe marks on the ground, Yang Denghuan looked at the dilapidated courtyard wall, which was covered with scars, showing the vicissitudes of time.

Following the horseshoe prints, Yang Denghuan looked forward. Two rows of footprints stretched from the west side of the courtyard wall to the courtyard.

Yang Denghuan followed his footsteps and entered the courtyard. There were still a few policemen in the courtyard. They pulled the long rope with yellow cloth strips to stop the residents from going out. The second wing on the south side had policemen coming in and out from time to time. Don't ask, this is the scene of the murder.

Entering the room, the furnishings inside are simple, with a table and a kang, and there is no other furniture.

The table was leaning against the wall, and the corpse was lying on the table, with one hand bent over the desk and the other softly held by his side, with a crooked face, facing the door, with a frightened expression on his face.

The deceased wore a brand-new blue cloth robe and a pair of new leather shoes with the two English letters "HS" printed on the upper.

An oil lamp on the table has already run out of oil and the lamp is dry.Several plates of food and wine, two wine glasses, a lot of cigarette ashes scattered, but no cigarette butts.

Since it snowed last night, there were many shoe prints on the floor, which were intricate and intertwined, making it difficult to distinguish.

Several policemen were busy in the house, some were drawing pictures, some were collecting evidence, a middle-aged man of medium build, wearing a top hat and black windbreaker, stood in the corner with a cigarette in his mouth.

As soon as Qiao Wude entered the door, he saw the middle-aged man first, and quickly greeted him with a smile: "Chief Qin, are you here in person?"

Section Chief Qin was thinking, when he suddenly heard someone talking, he looked up and saw that it was Qiao Wude, and greeted him with a smile: "Old Qiao, why is it you? Where is Lao Qian?"

"Our captain is busy!" Qiao Wude laughed.

"Busy! I don't know him yet!" Chief Qin disagreed.

"Can I go and have a look?" Yang Denghuan asked in a low voice.

"Go, go. Just don't make a mess. I guess the forensic doctor hasn't come yet." Qiao Wude said with a smile.

"No! These gentlemen are all like Zhuge Liang! It's hard to invite!" Section Chief Qin said with a sneer.

Yang Denghuan walked around the room first, looked carefully at the footprints on the ground, then walked towards the table, picked up the wine glass, sniffed it lightly, put it down calmly, and then pulled up the right hand of the deceased who was hanging by his side, and the sleeves of the gown slipped off, revealing the white shirt cuffs inside.

A slight smile appeared on the corner of Yang Denghuan's mouth, and he put down the deceased's right hand.

"Does anyone know who the deceased is?" Qiao Wude asked Section Chief Qin over there.

"I don't know! I'll tell you about this case later, it's so evil!" Section Chief Qin handed Qiao Wude a cigarette and lit another for himself.

"Although I don't know who the deceased is, I do know who the murderer is!" Yang Denghuan said suddenly.

Both Qiao Wude and Section Chief Qin were taken aback, and they looked at Yang Denghuan in unison.

(End of this chapter)