My years of espionage

Chapter 579 Disinfectant

Pete is a senior French police officer. The life of a Frenchman is naturally more precious than that of a Chinese, and the wards of the French are much more upscale than those of the Chinese.

The senior ward of the French police officers in the police hospital is a spacious single room with snow-white walls and a snow-white ceiling, and even the beds are much larger.

There are beautiful bedside tables.

There is a small lamp on the bedside table.

There is also a wheelchair. The wheelchair is next to a bookshelf. When the sun is good, you can sit in the wheelchair and read the newspaper.

Even the escort's bed is a top spring bed with thick bedding, so you don't have to worry about getting cramped when you sleep on it.

There is also a wardrobe that is not too big, but barely enough.

There is also a desk with a vase and flowers in it.

There's even an accordion.

When Cheng Qianfan arrived, he saw Mr. Pete lying on the bed, looking at Linda with affectionate eyes, reciting love poems in an exaggerated aria tone.

Ms. Linda responded coldly.

However, Cheng Qianfan keenly caught a trace of soft affection in Linda's cold eyes looking at Pete.

His arrival changed all that.

Linda snorted coldly, and the trace of affection in her eyes disappeared immediately.

"I will never forgive you this time." Mrs. Pitt picked up her small bag, said hello to Inspector Cheng, and went out.

……

"It has nothing to do with me." Cheng Qianfan looked at Pete's resentful eyes, and quickly cleared it away, "It's obvious that you made Linda angry. I came to visit you with good intentions. You can't repay your favor and beat him up."

"If I had Mr. Zhu Bajie's rake, I would definitely beat you to death." Pete said bitterly.

Cheng Qianfan smiled unkindly, "How did you offend Linda?"

If it was someone else, nine out of ten would have no face to say it, but Lieutenant Pete didn't mind at all, and told the story frankly with a somewhat complacent look.

"You mean, Miss Kate was bumped into by Linda when she came to visit you in the afternoon?" Cheng Qianfan asked in a slightly cheerful tone.

You are gloating!
Pete glared at Cheng Qianfan.

"Hurry up." Cheng Qianfan urged.

"No, after Kate left, Linda saw the lipstick marks on my neck." Pete corrected him solemnly, "Of course, the lipstick marks may not be left by Kate."

"Which lady or madam came to visit you?" Cheng Qianfan asked curiously.

Pete said the names of several ladies and wives.

Seeing Pete not ashamed but proud, Cheng Qianfan sneered.

Afterwards, he showed a look of surprise, "Miss from Mr. Vander's family, don't you dislike her?"

……

Van der is a Dutch businessman. His second daughter, Anita, once pursued Pete. However, Pete didn't like single eyelids, which made the single eyelid girl very sad.

"Anita came to the hospital for a follow-up visit. Thanks to advanced medicine, Anita has become a beautiful girl with double eyelids." Pete said proudly.

Obviously, he is quite proud of a girl who is willing to perform cosmetic eye surgery for him.

"This girl is blind, and she fell in love with you and is willing to take risks for you." Cheng Qianfan glanced at Pete, and said a little sourly.

Pete whistled triumphantly.

Medical plastic surgery, although a little shocking at first, is not uncommon in Shanghai.

Shanghai Progressive Bookstore had published "Artificial Cosmetology" before, with the words "Women must carry it", and many young ladies and ladies secretly studied and read this book.

"Shenbao", "Jing Bao", "Zi Lin Xi Bao" and other major newspapers have published advertisements for medical plastic surgery:
"Since ancient times, the beauty of a beautiful woman must be 'natural'; however, due to the development of medicine and the prosperity of science, it can be created by 'artificial' to a certain extent: the so-called 'cosmetic medicine' is also true."

Therefore, Cheng Qianfan was not particularly surprised when he heard that Miss Anita had undergone double eyelid surgery.

He was a little curious, "When did the police hospital set up a plastic surgery department?"

……

"It's not a department set up by the hospital." Pete said, "According to Anita, it seems that a surgeon with a high level is temporarily staying at the hospital."

"Send it to the embassy?" Cheng Qianfan asked.

"That's right, that's what it means." Pete thought for a while before he understood the meaning of the word, and nodded.

In the hospital, the doctor Zhou traveled to the doctor, and when he arrived in a certain place, he lived in a local medical center in order to communicate with his colleagues and diagnose and treat patients.

"Is this a Chinese doctor?" Cheng Qianfan asked, with a flash of contempt in his expression.

"China also has surgeons with superb medical skills." Pete said with a frown.

He is a person who loves his country and is extremely proud of the powerful French Republic. Although he also looks down on China's backwardness, he is also a little uncomfortable seeing Cheng Qianfan's contempt and disgust for his motherland. .

Cheng Qianfan sneered, "I don't believe that Anita would approve of a Chinese doctor operating on her. This doctor must have drunk foreign ink."

"I don't know!" Pete raised his tone and said dissatisfiedly, "I don't have time to care about this matter."

As he said that, he looked at Cheng Qianfan, "You came to visit me, don't you just want to quarrel with me?"

"I have something to come to the hospital, so I'll come to see you." Cheng Qianfan took out the cigarette case, popped out a cigarette and put it in his mouth. When he was fumbling for matches in his pocket, he remembered that this was a ward, so he took it out of his mouth angrily. Drop the cigarette.

"Seeing that you look good, I'm relieved." Cheng Qianfan held a cigarette in his hand and scratched his temples with his little finger, "I'll see you another day."

"Hey, hey, keep the cigarettes." Pete looked eagerly at the cigarettes in Cheng Qianfan's fingers, "Linda confiscated all my cigarettes."

Without saying a word, Cheng Qianfan took out another unopened pack of cigarettes from his pocket and threw it on the bedside table.

"Matches," Pete said again, "my lighter was also confiscated."

"Cigarettes are fine." Cheng Qianfan shook his head, "Fire, no."

With that said, he ignored Pete who was in a panic and left the ward directly.

……

Taisdron Road.

Cheng Qianfan locked the outer door.

Enter the bedroom.

Lock the bedroom door as well.

Take out the radio from the dark compartment.

He took out his portable gun, put it on the table, turned off the safety, and put a spare magazine aside.

After double-checking the station, put on your earphones and get ready to send.

He was sending a report to the northwest Yanzhou headquarters, solemnly reporting the arrest and sacrifice of Comrade Yu Zheliu.

Drop drop drop.

The telegram traveled across thousands of mountains and rivers, from the Huangpu River to the Loess Plateau.

After sending the report, Cheng Qianfan took off his earphones, and Cheng Qianfan's expression was so sad.

For him, the dispatch of the report is nothing more than recalling the sacrifice of comrade 'Maizi' again.

Watching his comrades being killed by the enemy in front of his own eyes, or even sacrificed in the earth pit he dug himself, this is an inhuman torture for Comrade Huo Miao.

……

Yanzhou.

Comrade Lu Wenhua took the telegram and immediately recognized that it was the call from the mysterious comrade from Shanghai. He carefully put the telegram into his briefcase and immediately walked towards a cave dwelling.

The oil lamp in the cave was still on, Lu Wenhua opened the curtain and came in, and saw a figure writing at his desk.

"Comrade 'Farmer', calling from Shanghai."

Comrade 'Farmer' took the telegram with both hands, under the dim oil lamp, his face looked a bit tired.

Pushing his glasses, Comrade 'Nongfu' glanced at Comrade Lu Wenhua, who immediately understood and turned around to exit the cave.

Soon, the telegram was translated.

Comrade 'Farmer' took off his glasses, bowed his head, and mourned silently for the sacrifice of this young comrade he had never met. His heart was filled with sadness.

From the message of 'Huo Miao', he could clearly imagine the sacrifice process of Comrade 'Mai Zi'.

What a comrade.

Such a young life!

Comrade 'Farmer' put on his glasses. He held the telegram in both hands and read it carefully.

Through the lines of the telegram, he could feel how painful, how sad, and how guilty Comrade Huo Miao was.

After half an hour.

Shanghai, Taisi Delang Road.

Cheng Qianfan received a call back from Comrade Huo Miao of Yanzhou Headquarters:

"Comrade 'Huo Miao', call to know, the sacrifice of Comrade 'Wheat' is regrettable!
He is not alone!
The red warriors have fought one after another, and [-] million people will remember our sacrifices! "

Cheng Qianfan held the translated message in both hands and remained silent.

He struck a match, lit the telegram, and gently put it into the brazier.

Seeing the telegram quickly burn into ashes, his eyes flickered, they were strong eyes.

It is the light of faith!

……

"Come back so late, smell like alcohol, where did you go to drink again?" Bai Ruolan fanned the wind, frowned, and took Cheng Qianfan's briefcase, complaining.

"I drank it in the afternoon, so there's no smell there." Cheng Qianfan said impatiently, "It's business to visit Pete at the police hospital at night."

"I didn't say anything." Bai Ruolan muttered, and gave her husband a blank look.

The door was shut and barred.

Walked more than ten steps.

Cheng Qianfan immediately hugged his wife.

"Qianfan, what's the matter?" Bai Ruolan was a little scared and asked worriedly.

"Don't move, I'll just hug you, just hug you like this." Cheng Qianfan hugged his wife, smelling the scent of saponins in his wife's hair with the tip of his nose, and whispered, "It's so reassuring."

Bai Ruolan stood there motionless, her hands gently encircling her, first hugging her tightly, and then gently patting her husband's back.

"Ruolan."

"kindness."

"Ruolan."

"kindness."

Cheng Qianfan didn't speak any more, and the two hugged each other like this.

……

Bai Ruolan kept the food.

Keeping warm on the stove, just right.

Cheng Qianfan quickly ate supper, and then had a conversation with his wife.

At this moment, there was no abnormality in his complexion, and he could even tell a few jokes, which made his wife giggle.

"I'm going to the study, you'll go to bed earlier." Cheng Qianfan said softly.

"Understood." Bai Ruolan smiled.

When her husband went up the stairs, she heard the cat meowing, and then the door of the study room closing, the smile on Bai Ruolan's face faded, and she looked in the direction of the stairs worriedly.

She didn't know what happened today, but the sensitive Bai Ruolan could feel that her husband was very depressed, and could feel the sadness in his heart.

……

The cigarette in Cheng Qianfan's hand was spinning like a twisted rubber band.

The cat was lying on the window sill, seemingly asleep and purring.

The snoring is not loud, and the cadence is up and down.

Cheng Qianfan put the cigarette in his mouth, struck a match and lit it.

He took a light breath, filtered through the nasal cavity and lung cavity, and exhaled the smoke.

The purring cat raised its eyelids and glanced at him, then continued to sleep with its eyes closed, and the purring seemed to be a little lighter.

Cheng Qianfan fell into deep thought.

He took out a few cigarettes from the cigarette case and placed them on the desk one by one.

Every cigarette represents a clue, and it's like playing a movie in his mind. Every time a clue is 'shown', he gently rolls a cigarette aside:
Someone from the special high school went to the police hospital, and it might even be Jiro Sanben himself.

Someone inquired about him. He spoke with a northern accent and smelled of disinfectant on the banknotes. He took a rickshaw and got off at the police hospital.

Cheng Qianfan frowned, he was thinking about the situation at the police hospital tonight.

He could be sure that when he entered the room of the 'injured', there was no one around to watch him.

What does this mean?
It shows that Araki Harima came here in a hurry with his subordinates.

The bait has been dropped ahead of time, but the angler is not there.

This is abnormal.

Cheng Qianfan flicked a cigarette lightly, he remembered the small disinfectant mark on Araki Harima's cuff, and he had a guess——

Araki Harima was delayed by other things at the time, so he temporarily arranged for one of his men to pretend to be the injured, and he arrived later.

Where was Araki Harima at that time?
What to do?
Or meet someone?

The disinfectant was contaminated at that time.

……

kindness?
Cheng Qianfan remembered what Araki Harima said. Araki Harima said that he did not expect too much to catch the murderer through that method.

What does this mean?
There are two possibilities. One is that Araki Harima knows that the success rate of this method is not high, which is a stupid way to wait and see.

However, in any case, the stupid way is the way, and it is worth a try.

There is also a possibility that Araki Harima himself did not intend to adopt this method. He received the order temporarily and made the arrangement hastily.

Cheng Qianfan flicked the cigarette over, he was inclined to guess the latter.

Araki Harima should have received the order suddenly, and then hastily designed the arrangement.

How did this order get to Araki Harima?
Telephone?

Or other ways.

Who did the order come from?

There is a high probability that it is Jiro Sanben, the head of the special high school.

It's just——Cheng Qianfan thought of the guess in his mind, who might Araki Harima have gone to see before?

Is it possible that this person temporarily gave orders to Araki Harima?

Then the problem comes again.

Who is this person who can directly give orders to Araki Harima?
……

Cheng Qianfan rubbed his temples, so many messy thoughts kept rolling in his mind, which made him feel headaches.

Sanben Jiro?

hospital.

Banknotes—disinfectant—hospitals.

Araki Harima.

Disinfectant water.

Cheng Qianfan only felt that a line in his mind became clearer and clearer, as if it was within reach:

Disinfectant!
He grasped the key to these clues——

Disinfectant!
At the same time, he thought of a few words from the chat between himself and Pete...

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