Chapter 129 Eating fish With such an arrangement, it was already evening when everyone gathered together again. 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 some bad news. The operator on that day could not remember the specific number. Gu Qihui reported: "We arrived at the telephone exchange, and the other party was very cooperative with our actions. However, because there are many wealthy people in Jiaxing City and there are even more telephone installations, we cannot determine the specific number." Wu Chunyang added on the side: "But the operator remembered that the other party was a woman with a young and nice voice. At that time, she even joked with the colleague next to her, saying that she was the one with the golden voice." In this day and age, you need to have an operator to make a call. Most of the operators are women. Some boring people nicknamed these girls the golden voice. It seems that person's voice is very recognizable. Young woman? That’s why Jin Renjiu didn’t carry weapons and hurriedly met the other party. This is logical, but what is the relationship between them? Were they 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 secretly meet this woman. If they are friends and classmates, there is no need to meet in such a secret. Jin Andong’s identity is kept secret. Jin Renjiu’s classmates and friends have also been to his home in the past, so why is this exception the only one? In short, no matter what the reason was, Jin Renjiu and the woman could only meet in private. There had been a fixed meeting place, but if they didn't meet at Jin's house, where could they go.
In this era, there are not many young men and women together on the street, especially in a traditional small city like Jiaxing. Zuo Zhong once again thought of the suit on Jin Renjiu. The tapping finger stopped. Where could a warm and private place be? It could be a bookstore, a coffee shop, a restaurant, a movie theater, or even a half-open door. The range was quite large. The director who was serving tea and water came over and said, "Sir Zuo, drink some hot tea." Zuo Zhong's eyes lit up. He must know something like this local snake, so he asked: "Are there any bookstores, coffee shops, restaurants, cinemas, or half-open 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 ajar." Zuo Zhong grasped the key point: "Does that mean 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 the imperial examinations are no longer available, the spirit of learning has not diminished. There are bookstores all over the city, and there are many near Jin's house." Then he said: "As for restaurants, there are more. Fanli Lake not far to the west is a famous river fish resort. Unfortunately, it is not the season. The autumn crab season has passed, and the winter fish season has not yet arrived." There are many fewer possible meeting places, which is good news for the investigation and platooning work. As long as the witnesses of the day can be found, part of Jin Injiu's movement trajectory can be restored, thereby finding more witnesses. But after thinking about it, Zuo Zhong decided to wait for the autopsy results of Ling Sanping first. How did Jin Renjiu die? Was he thrown into the lake before he was alive or after his death? These two questions are related to the detection route and cannot be rushed. He continued to ask: "Have you found the fisherman? We need to ask immediately." The director waved to the outside: "We have arrived. This person's name is Mao Asi. His ancestral home is in Jiaxing. He has been a fisherman for generations. He is a loyal and honest man. He has saved many people who fell into the water over the years." Zuo Zhong understood what the director meant. He was afraid that the Secret Service would give in to solve the case. This kind of thing was too common, and he had some respect for this slick-looking director. Zuo Zhong's expression softened a little: "Don't worry, I don't know how others do it, but every case I handle must have witnesses and physical evidence, and I won't find a scapegoat to shirk responsibility." The director bent over in embarrassment: "Sir Zuo is very aware that Jiaxing is a small place and everyone is from the countryside. I had no choice but to say this." Zuo Zhong raised his hand to stop his explanation. He had mixed feelings in his heart. A good person does the right thing and needs to apologize to others and ask for forgiveness. Haha, this is such a **** up world. While he was talking, a timid middle-aged man was brought in. Seeing the room full of people, he looked a little overwhelmed. The police chief was so angry that he walked over and kicked him and nuzzled at him. The middle-aged man followed the direction and saw the smiling Zuo Zhong. He knelt down with a plop and said, "Greetings to the eldest man. I wish the eldest man long-term prosperity and prosperity." After saying this, he kowtowed twice. Police Commissioner almost fainted from anger, Mao Asi, Mao Asi, you really can’t show up to the table, it’s useless for me to risk offending the superior officer and say good words for you, you are just acting.
"Pfft." He Yijun couldn't help but laugh out loud, and Zuo Zhong sat down in the main hall. He did feel a bit like Mr. Qingtian. Zuo Zhong was helpless. This Mao Asi must be able to talk to Tongsuo because he has read too many dramas. Why? When he said this, he suddenly remembered something. He handed the copper lock to Wu Chunyang to look at. Why didn't he look at anyone all day? But now is not the time to think about this. Zuo Zhong stood up, helped the trembling Mao Asi up, and pushed him onto a chair. They were all upright men, who would be willing to kowtow and kneel to others. Zuo Zhong's tone was very gentle: "Mao Asi, right? My surname is Zuo. I have something to ask you." After saying that, he asked the director to hand Mao Asi a bowl of hot tea. It was now very cold after the sun set, and the wind was like a knife, leaving people with nowhere to hide. Mao Asi probably waited outside for a while, His face turned blue from the cold. Perhaps it was Zuo Zhong's attitude or the cup of hot tea that made Mao Asi's face turn a little red and his body no longer trembled. He asked carefully: "Sir, what are you asking? I am just a fisherman."Zuo Zhong looked at the previous transcript: "What was the situation that day? Did you encounter any other boats on the lake?" Mao Asi drank the tea in one gulp and recalled: "There was a bit of fog on the lake that morning. I didn't see any other boats. If my family hadn't been waiting for money urgently, I wouldn't have gone out in the fog. It's very difficult to do so in this kind of weather." Catching fish.” Zuo Zhong helped him refill a cup of hot tea: "Where did you find the body? Was there anything unusual at the time?" Mao Asi covered his hands with his tea cup and said nervously: "Sir, I found the floating body in the southwest of Nanhu Lake. At that time, I lowered the silk net into the lake and waited for a few minutes. When I went to retrieve the net, I 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 we have encountered drifts not once or twice. Drifts are different from fish catches. They are dead, as all experienced fishermen know." After he finished speaking, he waited for Zuo Zhong and found that Zuo Zhong had not spoken, so he continued: "When I took the net back, it was indeed floating, and his clothes were hung on the net. At that time, I had no intention of fishing anymore, so I came back." Listening to Mao Asi's introduction to the situation, Zuo Zhong found that there was no difference from his transcript, except for some insignificant details. Jin Renjiu's belongings in his wallet were not lost, and Mao Asi was indeed very honest. Zuo Zhong closed the note and started chatting with Mao Asi: "Have you ever encountered a water drifter in this season before? Based on your many years of experience, does that water drifter seem to have lost its footing and fallen into the water?" Speaking of this, Mao Asi's face became brighter: "It is rare to encounter water rafting in winter. Water rafting occurs more often in hot weather. Many people go to the lake to swim in order to cool down. As a result, they experience cramps or lack of strength. Drown. And Nanhu Lake doesn’t look big and the water is not deep, but there are still quite a lot of undercurrents. Even we don’t dare to go into the water easily. The old people say that there is a dragon king in the lake. If we encounter one, we will take him away as tribute. " Seeing him talking nonsense like this, the police chief wanted to give him a slap in the face, talking about being the Dragon King, or being used as a tribute. Mao Asi became more and more enthusiastic as he spoke: "But that man did look like he had slipped and fell into the water. Anyway, I didn't find any blood on him when I fished him out. Fortunately, there was no blood, otherwise those small fish and shrimps would probably have had enough to eat. Here.” Zuo Zhong felt a little nauseous, and at the same time thought about what he had just said. Mao Asi was right. It is so cold in winter. Who has time to go to the lake to swim? There is no such thing as winter swimming exercise these days. Unfortunately, there are no clues. . He smiled at Mao Asi and said: "Thank you very much this time. If you think of anything next, or find anything in the lake, tell us as soon as possible, and there will be a reward then." Mao Asi left with a lot of gratitude. He was uneducated but not a fool. Even the police chief had to be careful to interrogate him. If he was not careful, he could be killed. Fortunately, the pretty-faced officer was still reasonable. Zuo Zhong reviewed the case, looked at the dim sky outside and patted his head. When they arrived in Jiaxing, they were so busy that they hit the back of their heads. Not to mention eating, they had not even arranged a place to sleep. Eating and drinking for more than a hundred people is not a small issue. It must not only be clean and hygienic, but also reliable and safe. This matter must be left to Song Minghao, and I don’t know if his sales network extends here. So Zuo Zhong shouted: "Old Song, go to the city and find a hotel to rent. The conditions can be better. Anyway, the money is spent, so don't use it in vain. Send a few brothers to keep an eye on the procurement and kitchen." Song Minghao did not pat his chest to reassure him as usual, but had a look of embarrassment on his face: "Section Chief, I just asked the people at the police station. The hotels in Jiaxing are all small businesses and there are not so many rooms." Trash, is this the new generation of arms tycoons in Jinling? Zuo Zhong looked at him disdainfully, thought for a while and decided to ask Yu Xingle to help solve the problem. They should have a place to stay in Jiaxing, but they really couldn't squeeze in. When Cao Cao arrived, Yu Xingle walked in from outside in time and said, "Section Chief Zuo, the brothers' accommodation has been arranged. The officers' club of the local garrison and meals will be arranged there."
Zuo Zhong smiled and held his hand with both hands: "Oh, thank you so much, District Chief Yu. I'm having a headache because of this." Yu Xingle quickly said modestly: "Of course, you come from Jinling and are not familiar with the place. These are all trivial matters." Just as the two were complimenting each other, a little head stuck into the room and shouted: "I'm hungry, I want to eat fish from Nanhu." It’s this little **** Tongsuo. He ran away somewhere before, but now he’s hungry and knows he’s back. He wants to eat the fish in the lake! Zuo Zhong felt his stomach churn when he thought about today's case. “Ugh!” Song Minghao finally couldn’t hold it back and vomited. There is an extra chapter, the ending of Aofu Wang Aofu was lying in a sack, his eyes full of fear. Why was his action known in advance? He, Dai Chunfeng and Zuo Zhong were the only ones who knew about this plan. No matter from which aspect, Zuo Zhong was very suspicious. Is Zuo Zhong an underground party? Zuo Zhong is an underground party! Everything is clear. The arrest of Chen Jianzhong was to rescue Xie Jiuwen. The failure in the search for the underground party municipal committee was also because of him. There was also the forced execution of the underground party traitor Huang Xinshan. It was a joke! The chief of the Intelligence Section of the Secret Service is an underground party member! Wang Aofu in the sack laughed so hard that tears came out. But he smiled and felt some pain in his heart, and his face turned red from suppressing it. Hiccup, hiccup, hiccup. Wang Aofu rolled his eyes. Before he laughed to death, he wanted to say something: Zuo Zhong is an underground party, and I guarantee it with my head.
(End of this chapter)