Boris took out the key, opened the warehouse door, turned to Xu Siqi and said: "Mr. Inspector, please come in!"

The furnishings in the warehouse can be seen clearly at a glance. It is about fifteen or six square meters in size. It is surrounded by a circle of wooden shelves, on which are placed daily necessities such as flour, soybean oil and so on.

Xu Siqi walked slowly into the room, and the strange smell of oil became stronger.

Boris stood at the door, with a hint of sarcasm in his tone, and said: "Mr. Inspector, do you think a person can be hidden here?"

In the southwest corner of the warehouse, there are more than thirty iron barrels with a capacity of 10 gallons. The barrels are printed with logos in both Chinese and English: Dade Machinery Oil Press Factory.

Dade Machinery Oil Press Factory is the largest edible oil manufacturer in Shanghai. Their products are exported to Southeast Asia and are very famous at home and abroad.

The next speculation is logical. Kobayashi Hikoro must have been to the warehouse. He may have opened the oil drum himself, so his hands were stained with oil.

Xu Siqi looked around and said to Boris: "Mr. Father, excuse me."

As he spoke, he walked out.

"Mr. Inspector, walk slowly, may God bless you." Boris said with a smile.

After coming out of the church and arriving at a deserted place, Xu Siqi opened his fisted hands and brought his nose close to him and smelled it.

When he was in the warehouse just now, he touched the oil drum cover that had obviously been opened under the cover of the shelves, and his hands were naturally stained with oil.

The smell this time was more intuitive. Xu Siqi judged based on experience that the oil barrel was definitely not soybean oil, but high-grade military gasoline.

The reason why the smell is weird is because some sesame oil is deliberately applied on the outer packaging of the oil drum to cover up the smell of gasoline. When the two smells are mixed together, they will become nondescript and you will not be able to tell what the smell is.

Thirty barrels of gasoline are only 300 gallons. If measured according to military standards, it can't actually do much.

Of course Xu Siqi wouldn't think so. This time it was 300 gallons, but what about next time?

And that Father Boris, who is he? Is he a one-time deal with Ito Trading Company, or is there a long-term cooperation plan?

Normally, if you are trading oil products in the concession, as long as you hold a business license issued by the Ministry of Industry and Commerce, it is not illegal in itself, no matter which country you are doing business with.

However, the church is a place for preaching and preaching, and clergy should not be businessmen.

Xu Siqi can almost conclude that Boris is by no means as simple as a priest, and no priest would do such a thing.

What's more, being able to obtain a large amount of high-grade gasoline is simply incredible for strictly controlled military supplies...

Towards evening, Xu Siqi returned to the patrol room on Foch Road.

"Inspector Xu, are you back?" A Yong enthusiastically handed over a hot towel.

Xu Siqi took the towel, wiped his hands, and said, "Have you finished Lan Dieer's transcript?"

"It's done. She just left not long ago."

"You came back at noon, why did she leave?"

"I don't know what happened. We just brought Lan Die'er back, and several reporters followed us, blocking the door and asking for interviews. Lan Die'er didn't want to be interviewed, so she kept hiding in the patrol room."

"It seems like it's not easy to be a big star."

"Isn't that right... Oh, by the way, Miss Gu came to see you in the afternoon."

"Did she say something?"

"I didn't say anything. I heard you weren't here, so I went back."

"okay, I get it……"

Xu Siqi glanced at his watch. It was now six o'clock in the evening. Except for the night duty personnel, everyone in the patrol room had gone home from get off work.

"Ayong, it's time to get off work, why haven't you left yet?"

"I have been waiting to report the situation to you, otherwise I would have gone back long ago."

"Go back, it's getting dark."

"Aren't you leaving?"

"The closing report hasn't been written yet and will be handed over to the Chief Inspector tomorrow. You can go first and I'll wait a while."

With an expression of admiration on his face, A Yong said: "Inspector Xu, I am not flattering you. I have been working in the patrol room for more than ten years. This is the first time I have seen a conscientious and conscientious inspector like you. Really, I don't know anything about it."

No exaggeration.”

Xu Siqi took out a pen and paper and put it on the table. He sighed and said, "You think I don't want to go home early? I can't help it. Who makes me a newcomer? At least I have to have a correct attitude, right?"

A Yong gave a thumbs up: "You are absolutely right. In my opinion, you will be promoted to detective in less than a year and a half!"

"I'd like to lend you some good words."

"You're busy, so I won't bother you."

Listening to the footsteps fading away in the corridor, Xu Siqi sat for a while longer, stood up, poured the water from the thermos bottle into the flower pot, and then walked out with his own water glass.

The patrol room warehouse is in the back building, next to the tea room.

At this time, the warehouse staff had already left work. Xu Siqi went to the tea room to get a glass of water and observed the surrounding situation for a while.

After confirming that no one was passing by, he immediately went around to the side of the warehouse, took out a piece of wire from his pocket, and poked it in the keyhole a few times.

Click!

The lock opened with a sound.

Xu Siqi ducked in and walked in. He had come here to collect equipment last time and noticed that there was the latest timer inside the police equipment.

It didn't even take half a minute. Xu Siqi took a timer and a box of ammunition.

The warehouse conducts an inventory every six months. Even if the number is found to be wrong, the warehouse staff dare not report it. The whereabouts of such consumables cannot be verified.

Back home, Xu Siqi unscrewed a dozen cartridge cases, poured out the black powder inside, and made it into a solid object the size of a matchbox. If connected to a timer, it would be a simple time bomb!

The reason why it is called an improvised bomb is because there is too little black powder, its power is almost negligible, and it is not much stronger than ordinary fireworks.

…………

At night.

A young man in a black short coat came to a door. He looked around and then knocked on the door rhythmically.

"who?"

"I, Ah Si."

The door opened and Ah Si ducked into the house.

The person in the room is Wang Guanqiao.

Ah Si is also a member of the Ax Gang and is mainly responsible for exchanging information between Anhui Guild Hall and Wang Guanqiao.

"Brother Ninth, someone wants to see you."

"Who wants to see me?"

"He is a young man with an Anhui accent."

"What's his name?"

"He refused to say."

Wang Guanqiao frowned: "In extraordinary times, such people who hide their heads and show their tails will never be seen!"

Ah Si said: "This man left a message. He said that when you hear this sentence, you will know who he is."

"Mysterious...what message?"

"The baby in the drawer saved you."

Wang Guanqiao was stunned when he heard this, and then said urgently: "Where is the other person?"

"Brother Ninth, this person's purpose is unknown. I'm worried about whether..."
Chapter completed!