Spy Wars: I can get rewards by being a bully!

Chapter 264 Find a job for yourself

While they were talking, Gao Shengping came and brought a piece of news.

"Kitahara Taijun, the injured guard, died in the hospital because he was shot in the lung."

Kitahara Ransuke's heart sank. Now that both guards were dead, the possibility of catching the murderer decreased a bit.

Lin Ze was quite happy. No matter which force sent the killer, Zhou Qiming was not a good guy anyway, so it was better not to catch him.

Kitahara Ranjie calmed himself down and said, "Let's go to Baliwan now and see if Mr. Zhou can provide any clues."

Several people drove to Baliwan together. It is not known whether intentionally or unintentionally that Kitahara Ransuke did not call Shimizu Takuno.

The area around Baliwan has been heavily blocked. Gao Shengping said with a bitter face, "Mr. Beiyuan, this place can't be closed for too long. The people living here are either professors or officials, and there are even many old people. The police department calls one after another, and even the people in the Administrative Committee are asking what happened and why Baliwan is blocked."

Kitahara Ranjie nodded expressionlessly, and then several people entered Zhou Mansion.

Zhou Qiming's house is not big. After all, land is very expensive here, so it is impossible to buy a house that is too big.

There were detectives and gendarmes guarding the gate, and even in the yard there were a few armed guards standing.

When they saw Kitahara Ransuke coming, they hurried in to report.

The first person to come out was indeed a woman in a kimono, and Kitahara Ransuke greeted her politely.

"Mrs. Zhou, I'm sorry to have scared you. How is Mr. Zhou?"

Mrs. Zhou is short and fat. She is not really good-looking. Her eyes and eyebrows reveal a sense of aggressiveness and irritability. I really don't know how Zhou Qiming found such a wife.

"Hello, you have worked hard. The master is resting in the bedroom. Please forgive me. He was frightened and feels dizzy. He can only rest in bed and cannot entertain you."

Mrs. Zhou called Zhou Qiming like this not because she had any weird hobbies, but because Japanese women at that time generally called their husbands like this in front of outsiders.

Kitahara Ransuke nodded, "Don't bother, we'll just go in and ask Mr. Zhou a few questions. Please rest assured, we will catch the murderer as soon as possible."

Mrs. Zhou led them into the bedroom of the main house in the backyard, only to see Zhou Qiming, who had a pale face and a small mustache and looked like a cultured man.

At this time, he was wearing a headband, covering his head with his eyes slightly closed.

Seeing several people coming in, knowing that they were from the Military Police Headquarters or the Police Department, he nodded and greeted them, "Thank you for your hard work, everyone. I am not injured, except for some pain in my chest and a headache, but this is an old problem."

Kitahara Ransuke nodded and said, "I'm glad you're okay. Mr. Zhou, can you describe the murderer's appearance to me?"

Zhou Qiming tried to recall, "At the time, the three of them were wearing student hats with their brims pulled down low. They bent down while talking. The man who fired the gun walked into the yard. I could see him a little bit more clearly. He was a young man of about 18 or 19 years old with a long face and a little stubble on his lips. The other two were standing at the door. I couldn't see them clearly."

This is a problem. Just based on the following characteristics: being eighteen or nineteen years old, having a long face and having stubble, there are at least tens of thousands of such people in the city of Peking.

"Mr. Zhou, what kind of gun did the murderer use?"

Zhou Qiming shook his head. "I am just a scholar. How can I know what kind of pistols they use?"

Kitahara Ransuke pulled out his service gun, and asked Lin Ze and Gao Shengping to pull out their service guns as well, and asked Zhou Qiming to identify them. Zhou Qiming just shook his head.

Seeing that Zhou Qiming's headache was getting worse, the few people could only leave in disappointment.

Sitting in the car, Kitahara Ransuke asked, "Taka-san? How long did it take from the time the shooting happened until you sent people to seal off the area?"

Gao Shengping said confidently: "After Madam Zhou reported the case, the surrounding patrol stations did not dare to neglect it and directly checked at the main intersections. After I learned the news, I sent people to block all the intersections near Baliwan. It only took more than half an hour."

Kitahara Ransuke murmured, "After the headquarters learned the news, they notified all the city gates and strictly checked the young people, especially those traveling in groups, but found nothing. Does this mean they are still in the city?"

Lin Ze sat in the front, saying nothing.

There was no surveillance back then, and Peking was such a big city. What if those three students were not from Tianjin at all, but were from Peking?

If they threw away their guns and went home to change their clothes, where would they find this person?

Maybe he will go to school as usual the next day!

"Lin-san, what do you think?"

Lin Ze, who was sitting in the front and looking outside in a daze, was suddenly asked a question. He could only pretend to be thinking seriously, "Beiyuan Jun, I think there is another possibility. If they have someone to pick them up, they would have bought train tickets long ago and go to assassinate Zhou Qiming on time. Regardless of success or failure, they would evacuate quickly. If there is a car to pick them up, they can go south along Xisi Street and then east. They can reach the station in half an hour......"

As they were talking, the car passed Xi'anmen Street and saw a Ford car parked in front of the door of a gospel hall.

The wheels of the car were covered with coal dust and there were spots of mud and water on the sides.

Lin Ze paused.

Damn it, I hope my nonsense will come true!

Kitahara Ransuke, who was sitting in the back, didn't notice Lin Ze's expression and nodded, "Although the method you mentioned is a bit too compact for a group of killers, it is also possible."

Gao Shengping secretly shook his head, thinking that Brother Shengmin has always been smart, how could he make such an outrageous guess this time? Train tickets are not easy to buy nowadays. Not only do you need an ID, but the photo on the ID must match the real person before the ticket staff can sell it to you.

Even if the three students could disguise themselves or even forge their IDs, they cannot change their faces. The gendarmerie headquarters only needs to check whether there are three people who got on the same train at the same time, and then check backwards according to the registration when they bought the tickets. They will always be able to find something.

As expected, Kitahara Ransuke ordered, "Lin-san, take someone to the railway bureau and check all the train ticket registrations within these two hours to see if you can find anything."

Well, this time I really found a job for myself.

After returning to the gendarmerie headquarters, Lin Ze led a few people to the Pinghan Railway Bureau to check the passenger registration at the station.

Fortunately, the query yielded nothing.

Today's trains are not like those of later generations, where it is unknown how many trains depart from a station in a day.

Within two hours after Zhou Qiming was assassinated, only one train headed towards Tianjin and two trains headed south, one of which was a freight train.

Lin Ze simply checked the ticket registration book, but found nothing that matched the number.