Spy Wars: I signed in at the Military Police at the beginning

That night, Li Shiqun woke up as the doctor said, but he became a little stupid, and Miss Jin still showed no signs of waking up.

The casualties of the temporary investigation team were also counted. In addition to the more than 30 agents who were sent on official business, only eight people who remained in the police station survived. Among them, the only ones who could function normally were Director Ding, his secretary, and two other clerks who went to the police station to review information.

Time passed quickly, and in the blink of an eye, it was three days later. Zhou Ke was actually fine, but in order to stay quiet, Zhou Ke and Yokoyama Yong still chose to stay in the hospital. After all, as consultants, they must contribute to the investigation of the bombing case after being discharged from the hospital.

"I say, are you two addicted to being hospitalized? You too, Matsuda-kun. You actually learned it from that old turtle, Yokoyama-kun. Hospitals may not be safe these days!" Maori Hiromoto couldn't help but complain while eating the fruit in the ward and watching Yokoyama Isamu who strolled into Zhou Ke's ward to chat.

"Mr. Maori, it's so chaotic outside and the investigation results haven't come out yet. We have a rare two days of peace in the hospital so please don't rush us." Zhou Ke said while eating a bunch of grapes. He knew that Maori Hiromoto was worried about the arms. After all, because of the explosion, the goods in his hands had been kept in a secret warehouse in the jurisdiction and had not been sold.

"How can I not urge them? You two are consultants to the investigation team after all. Let them close the case quickly to avoid causing a big uproar now. Mr. Matsuda, you don't know that one of my clients was arrested these two days. If I hadn't bailed him out in time, he would have been dead! Isn't this cutting off my source of income?"

"Are you selling goods to the locals?" Yokoyama Isamu, who was drinking tea, couldn't help but spit out a mouthful of tea. The so-called locals he mentioned were the resistance forces in Shanghai and its surrounding areas.

"How can that be? I'm not stupid. I always send them far away. But you should know that no matter how far they are, they are more or less connected." Mao Lihongyuan also looked helpless. If the recent inspections had not been too strict, even without the help of Zhou Ke and Yokoyama Yong, he should have sold the batch of goods in his hands long ago.

"Morari-kun, just hold on for a few more days, and Yokoyama-kun's injury will be almost healed after one more change of the medicine. We plan to return to the country next week...ahem...return to the investigation team." Zhou Ke thought for a while and said.

"Sir, Miss Yunzi is here." No. 3 pushed the door open and interrupted the conversation while reporting.

"What's the matter, Matsuda-kun, do I need to inform you that I'm here?" A pleasant voice sounded behind No. 3. When he looked up, he saw that the person who spoke was Nanzō Yunko.

"Mr. Mori, let's go. You go to my room for a while." Yokoyama Isamu, who was wearing a helmet and a gauze head, said and winked at Mori Hiromoto. The latter also tactfully took a bunch of grapes and prepared to get up and leave.

"Mr. Yokoyama, although I don't like you very much, I do have something to talk to you about today. And you are Mr. Mori, right? Now the name of your detective trio has spread, so you should listen to this and help us analyze it." Nanzō Yunko spoke up and stopped the two people who were about to leave.

"Are you polite?" Yokoyama-kun was speechless.

"To be honest, I really don't want to get involved, but since Miss Yunko has invited me, I will shamelessly stay and give you some advice." Mao Li Hiromoto looked at Nanzō Yunko, who was blocking his way and obviously had no intention of giving way, and sat back helplessly.

Half an hour later, Nanzō Yunko told the three people the process and progress of the investigation in detail. To sum it up, no real clues about the explosion were found, but several high-level officials who colluded with each other in the explosion project and embezzled a lot of public funds were caught.

"How did this investigation into who did the bad things end up being an anti-corruption effort? Your work is quite interesting." Ever since the last raid on Sun Degong's house, Mao Li Hongyuan could no longer stand dealing with corrupt officials, unless he himself was the one in charge or he could get a share of the spoils like last time.

"There's nothing wrong with what Hongyuan said! You have been investigating for quite some time, but the results are still confusing. Have you ever considered that it's your own problem? Sometimes you should look for your own reasons and find out whether you have been working hard these days!" Yokoyama Isamu's words did not give any face to Nanzō Yunko.

"The two detectives are being polite, but we really have no other choice. All the people who knew the situation at the scene are dead, so we really have no way to investigate. So today I would like to ask you for advice!" Because this trip was suggested by the seniors from the Special High Technology Department, although Nan Zao Yunzi was polite, there was no sign of humility on her face.

"Ms. Yunzi, did you find anything special? As the saying goes, there must be something wrong when something is unusual. There must be something special, right? Or did you overlook something?" Zhou Ke touched his chin and asked with an unfathomable look.

"Here is a report that records some strange and suspicious things that happened recently. Mr. Matsuda, please take a look. If you find anything, you will have made a great contribution." Although Nanzō Yunko did not place her hopes on the so-called trio of detectives, she still handed over the sorted documents.

What she didn't know was that her actions played into Zhou Ke's hands. Zhou Ke had pretended to be a mysterious expert just now in order to get the investigation data in his hand and see if there was anything he could use.

Someone ate feces in the bathroom the night before last.

Someone was letting off some steam in the back garden this morning.

A clerk weighing 200 pounds and a XXXXXXXX weighing 300 pounds.

........

"No, what is this? Where did this information come from?" Zhou Ke, who was holding back his nausea, quickly read the entire article before the food returned to his throat. He found that there was indeed no useful clue at all. The entire article was full of weird garbage information. Zhou Ke asked Nan Zao Yunzi, who was sitting next to him and eating an apple with a gloating look on her face, speechlessly.

"Some of it was confessed by the survivors, and some of it was said by people who recently went to the temporary investigation team." Zhou Ke's reaction did not surprise Nan Zao Yunzi. After all, anyone would react in this way after reading these nonsensical reports that had little to do with the case and had some flavor.

"I really have no idea what to make of this information. Why not let Yokoyama-kun and Mori-kun take a look as well? Maybe they can analyze something." Zhou Ke felt that he was not the only one who needed to wake up.

"This is not a confidential matter, just do as you please, Matsuda-kun." Nanzō Yunko had no objection. She thought it was good to make Yokoyama Isami feel sick, and as for accidentally hurting Mori Hiromoto, there didn't seem to be anything wrong with that.

In less than half a minute, the excited Yokoyama Isamu took the report from the strange-looking Mori Hiromoto.

"How did you finish reading it so quickly? Even though it may not be helpful, you should at least read it carefully like Matsuda-kun!"

"You see, I always read reports very quickly." Mao Li Hiromoto didn't explain much, just handed over the report in his hand.

Less than half a minute again.

"Ugh~" Yokoyama Yong vomited out the tea that had already reached the bottom of his esophagus.

"Hahaha!"

"Hey hey hey!"

"Hee hee hee!"

Laughter and joy were heard in the ward, which had become somewhat quiet due to everyone's concentration.