[Those who were tricked into the Republic of China by the system] Daily life of spies

"Then do you know the person who delivers the goods?" Jiang Nansu continued to ask.

"Hey, I don't see you every day, so how can I remember it?" The uncle shook his head.

"Well, I've met him a few times, but the person coming each time is different, so I don't remember it." A middle-aged woman next to him suddenly said.

"You bitch, what are you talking about?" A middle-aged man next to her hurriedly pulled her away.

"I'm not talking nonsense!" the middle-aged woman broke away from the man's hand and said angrily: "I'm not afraid of death! These damn murderers should go to hell! Uncle Tong is such a good person, how can you kill him?"

"That's right, this murderer deserves to go to hell!" Some people nearby were filled with indignation.

"That's right, folks, everyone should have seen what Uncle Tong is like over the years.

In the past few years, other stores have raised prices, but Uncle Tong has not raised prices. He has also used the purchase price to help us. If it weren't for him, our lives would have been difficult to survive, and we would have starved to death. How many!

We can't be so heartless!We want to help the police, find the murderer, and avenge Uncle Tong, everyone said, right? "The middle-aged woman asked loudly.

"Yes, yes, you can't be so heartless. You should help the old boy find the murderer!"

"Daughter, if you want to know anything, just ask. If we know, we must tell you!"

"Let me tell you first!" the middle-aged woman said quickly: "Comrade Public Security, our house is next door to Uncle Tong. Although I don't know those people, I recently heard Uncle Tong say that farm tools are very popular. By the way, Tong The uncle is literate and has a ledger, you can check it."

Jiang Nansu: ...

I haven't asked yet.

Facing the enthusiastic crowd, Jiang Nansu asked some more questions. Some of them got answers, but some of the answers were ambiguous.

After thanking these people, she returned to the police station.

Back in the office, Jiang Nansu sat in his seat, closed his eyes, and began to integrate the collected information.

Uncle Tong was found dead because his neighbor came to buy something and found that the store was closed, so he went to the backyard to call him. No matter how he shouted, Uncle Tong didn't respond. Everyone thought that Uncle Tong was sick, so they got anxious and knocked on the door. I went in and wanted to take him to the hospital. After I went in, I found that he was already cold.

This is how the crime scene was destroyed.

In the backyard where Uncle Tong lives, there are two doors, one big and one small. The big one is a side door that can directly go out of the alley, and the small door leads to the shop. At that time, someone discovered that the things in the shop and The money is gone!

On the night of the incident, so many goods were moved away, but the neighbors did not hear any unusual noise!

She later asked a few more questions and found out that it was not that there was no movement, but that many people were accustomed to getting up early and being busy. Some went to the morning market, some went to pour night fragrance, and some outsiders came into the city. People came and went. There were so many sounds that even if there were more sounds, no one would pay attention to the slightest movement.

The important point is that no one saw anyone moving things out from the door of Uncle Tong's house!

Either these things were transferred in advance, or they went through other channels.

After moving so many things, there were no traces left in the yard. It can be seen that at least one of these people is a master at cleaning up traces!

It was also confirmed from the neighbors that Uncle Tong did have a scar on his hand, and the location was correct. It was when he was making medicine for his wife, he accidentally got burned by the earthen pot. At that time, all the money was spent on treating his wife's illness. , he kept this matter hidden, because the burn was too serious at the time, and the scar has been there ever since.

In the eyes of the neighbors, Uncle Tong is a kind-hearted person, open-minded and often helps others.

Especially during the years when the Japanese changed banknotes, ordinary families were almost forced to make a living.

It was Uncle Tong who sold things to them at the price he purchased, so that they could breathe a sigh of relief. Otherwise, they would have turned into bones by now!

She asked about the rumors about selling farm tools, but people nearby said they didn’t know!

According to neighbors, Uncle Tong was very happy about the good business and happily bought another batch of goods. If he was a whistleblower and knew that people had been reported, it would be impossible for him to buy a large amount of goods.

Now this batch of goods, including the original items in the store, are gone!

The account book that could be used as evidence was also missing.

Summarizing the information, Jiang Nansu thought that Uncle Tong would definitely not be the one who reported it.

So will he be the one who buys farm equipment?

Sell ​​it yourself and buy it back at a higher price?

These farm tools must have a purpose, Jiang Nansu had a vague idea in his mind.

Jiang Nansu suddenly found Laotong's autopsy photo and walked out.

After some questioning, I found the officer who received Lao Tong that day. After explaining the content of the report, he asked, "Look, was he the reporter that day?"

The clerk took out the registration materials from the drawer and dug out Laotong's report materials. He thought about it carefully and shook his head: "That's not the person. Section Chief Ge, it's only been a few days, but I still remember that person's appearance.

The man's forehead was a little bald, and there was not much flesh on his face. He looked like he had smoked too much. He looked nothing like the person in your photo. "

Jiang Nansu checked the information mentioned above and pursed his lips together.

The address is that of Lao Tong’s home, and he claims his surname is Tong, but in fact, it is not Lao Tong himself!

In other words, someone reported it under false pretense!

So, did the killer kill the wrong person, or was there another conspiracy?

Jiang Nansu pulled out a piece of paper and used a sketch to draw the person based on the clerk's description.

Originally an art teacher, she worked hard to play the role well. Later, she also worked hard to draw the drawings. Unknowingly, her painting skills improved a bit.

"Yes, yes, that's the person! Section Chief Ge, I didn't expect you to have such a skill!" The officer couldn't help but praise him when he saw the vivid portrait.

Since the director said they were similar, Jiang Nansu drew a few more pictures. If the photos were taken, they would not be available until tomorrow at the earliest. She couldn't wait.

She decided to have someone go visit her immediately. Although it was a little troublesome, she could only find a needle in a haystack.

"Chief Ge, there's no need to go to such trouble." The officer smiled and said, "The deputy director is having a meeting with the street leaders.

After the meeting is over, let the people in charge of each street stay for a while and let them take a look at the portraits and identify them. If anyone knows, that would be better. If no one knows, let them take the portraits back. I am sure they will have the answer tomorrow. .

Recently, we are also conducting population registration and encourage the masses to report some lawless elements. Those responsible at the grassroots level run on the streets every day to let them identify people, which is much more convenient than us comrades going to visit. "

"Are you conducting population registration?" Jiang Nansu's heart moved.

"Yes."

"Can you show me the registered ones?"

"Chief Ge, this has just begun, but don't worry, when I go back to the street to deliver the information next time, I will definitely deliver it to you."

"Thank you."

"You're welcome."