The dragon has already risen, but it is still snowing heavily in Beijing.

In such weather, if the fire hadn't burned the eyebrows, most people wouldn't go out.

There are no figures on the streets. It took a long time before I saw a pedestrian running around or a car.

In a small restaurant, four or five men did not enter the private room, but surrounded the stove in the middle of the lobby, peeling peanuts, chatting from all over the world.

Two of them were wearing police uniforms and wearing cotton sacred jackets inside, looking bloated, like two short and strong bears.

The other three were wearing long robes and red silk jackets, which looked quite good.

But there were a few evil looks between my eyebrows and eyes, and it was obvious that I was not a serious person.

The five people were chatting around the world, talking about the current situation, talking about women, and talking about God who was like ghosts and snowing constantly.

When we were intrigued, we grabbed the wine bowl and took a sip of the knife, then sipped the wine, and then let out a low roar.

A man's happiness is that simple...

The conversation was in full swing, and the curtain was lifted up, and a cold wind blew over the broken snow.

A man wearing a fur coat and a fur hat squeezed into the door, quickly put down the door curtain, pulled out his hand from his arms, breathed a few breaths, and put it on the stove again.

"Brother Fifth... The fifth brother is here..." Several drinkers greeted the man.

"All brothers are here?" Chen Wu asked with a smile.

"I haven't seen Brother Wu for a long time?" The owner of the restaurant came up, "Where have you made a fortune during this period?"

"What money can you make? It's cold and the road has not melted yet?" Chen Wu cursed with a smile, took out the cigarette box and sent it around one after another.

His open identity is a fur businessman, who specializes in traveling to Mengcha, doing herders' business, and secretly collects intelligence and information from the Japanese army in North China.

When I was fine, I stayed in Tianjin and became Wang Tianmu's follower.

Since Wang Tianmu came to Peking, Chen Wu naturally followed him, and by the way, he also used his own channels to help Wang Tianmu find out some gossip.

"Everyone sits!" Chen Wu waved his hand, "Why don't you serve the food?"

"Isn't this waiting for you?" a man smiled.

It’s not that the money is short, but that the host hasn’t arrived, and the guests are pouring their food and drinks first, which is really impolite.

"Then let's start!" Chen Wu called the shopkeeper, "Cut a few cold cuts, put the beef elbows on them casually, and then put the pot on the pot. If you don't enter the private room, just set up the stove and cut the mutton into three pounds first, which is not enough..."

"Okay!" The boss responded and went back and prepared to go.

"How are you asking?" Chen Wu took a sip of wine and asked slowly.

"The Japanese are very strict and they are very limited in their questions." A policeman sighed and replied, "Ji only asked, "I was asked, because someone had broken a hole in the roof, slid in from the surface, killed the person and left..."

"How many people?" Chen Wu asked immediately.

The policeman shook his head.

Chen Wu turned his gaze to the three men next to him again.

These three people are doing business on the surface, but they are actually all non-stop: selling stolen goods, selling drugs, and occasionally doing business without funds. If you have the chance, you will also deliver food to bandits and guerrillas in the mountains...

What Chen Wu asked them to ask was secret news

The thinnest man pondered: "I have asked all the hills that should be asked. In the past month, no strangers have come to worship the hills, and I have never seen any suspicious faces in the city..."

Is this strange?

It was not done by the Military Control Commission, nor by the Central Commission. Now, even the underworld cannot find out the news. Could it be that this case was really done by the underground party?

It's impossible to think about it.

Kawashima has never dealt with there, and there is no such thing as a knot.

The underground party will do this only if he is overeating.

Thinking of Wang Tianmu's carelessness and indifferent attitude, Chen Wu started to mutter again.

The district mayor must have known some inside information, otherwise the purpose would not be so clear when he explained it to him:

Ask me, how many traces of people are there... and ask again, have there been any strange forces in Peking City during this period...

The second point I asked was whether someone was looking for money and was looking at Kawashima.

But several days passed, and there were several groups of people like this who met and asked questions, only because people were strangled to death, assassins sneaked in from the roof and left from the roof...

I don't know anything else.

Forget it, let’s leave this group of dealings first, go back and report it to the district mayor, and see what he says.

Chen Wu was thinking in his mind while dealing with the people on the table.

He took out a few paper notes, divided one in front of him, and then divided the remaining one into two stacks to the two who had just provided the news.

The other four people did not react much, put the banknotes in their pockets, and then hugged Chen Wu and clasped their fists: "Wu is so bold!"

Only the policeman, while putting money in his pocket, his eyes turned gently.

The first one to come was the platter: thinly sliced ​​beef and elbows, drizzled with red oil and sesame oil. Just looking at the color makes people's index fingers tremble.

"Brothers, don't make a fuss!" Chen Wu took the lead in picking up the chopsticks, pointed at Leng Pin and said, "I finally got together and have two drinks..."

"Okay, drink!" several people shouted.

The food was almost the same, and I started to have a rock-scissor. The policeman came to Chen Wu's side and decorated it casually and asked, "Why are the fifth brother suddenly interested in Kawashima?"

Chen Wu's eyelids twitched, pretending to be mysterious, lowered his body, and said in a low voice: "I dare to inquire about this, of course someone entrusted it..."

As he said that, he glanced behind him again, and saw that there was no idle person around him, and said, "The man who just died has been married and even had a child... he doesn't know..."

With a "puff", the policeman who had just asked, sprayed out a sip of tea that had been drunk in his mouth.

"What about bullshit?" the policeman asked with his eyes wide open, "I've never heard of it..."

"Ignorance!" Chen Wu sneered, "The other party is not simple, he is a Mongolian prince... But after more than a year of marriage, the two divorced... It was him. After hearing the death of this person, I didn't know where to find out. I had a relationship in Peking, so I asked me to ask..."

"I've never heard of it?" Several men who were in a slut immediately became interested, "Tell me?"

"I don't know the specific one. I'm also a middle-aged man, and I know that there is such an allusion." Chen Wu shook his head, "I guess he was thinking about the old love and wanted to do his best to see if he could get a grudge. After all, there are children..."

The few people saw that Chen Wu was not saying lies. It seemed that he really didn't know, so they didn't ask any more questions, but just discussed happily.

The policeman also looked gossipy, but when Chen Wu was not paying attention, he looked at him with a deep meaning.

In this kind of weather, the most suitable one is to sauté mutton, drink soy wine, and understand a meal.

Chen Wu kept remembering that he would go to find Wang Tianmu later, but he kept drinking and didn't dare to drink too much.

The remaining five were extremely interested, and they were slashing their fists with their teeth and claws. Without much effort, they became drunk and two and a half.

Seeing that the policeman who asked him just now why he suddenly became interested in Kawashima also drank a little, Chen Wu's suspicion went a little.

If the police really doubt his identity, they would definitely be wary of him, either running out to report the news and recruiting people, or pretending to be drunk and following him secretly.

It seems to be a coincidence or a casual sentence.

Another thing is that after so many years of friendship, I will not turn against you if I should visit...

Chen Wu settled the bill and asked the boss to call the guy, helped a few drunk men upstairs sober upstairs, and then left the restaurant.

When Chen Wu left, the guy helped the five drunk men upstairs, and the policeman suddenly opened his eyes.

I was indeed drunk, but I was not drunk enough to know the situation.

After waiting for another half an hour, Chen Wu really would not return. He struggled to get up and stumbled out of the restaurant.

Just so happened that a carriage passed by the roadside, and the police rushed over and occupied the bridle.

The coachman was startled and was about to open his mouth, but when he saw that the other party was wearing black skin, the swear words that reached the mouth were swallowed, and his face changed to a smile: "You are so cold, the road is slippery, slow down..."

"Send me to the police station..." the policeman said, breathing alcohol, "Don't worry, your benefits are indispensable..."

It’s so pitiful, can you still make any profit from Black Pi?

The coachman lowered his waist slightly: "Where is the official? Which one do you want to tell me? The younger one will send you there..."

The police climbed onto the carriage and talked about the position of the police station. The coachman raised his whip, the horse dug his hooves, and pulled the carriage forward...

After all, it was not the first day we met. At the end of our lives, these six people were often mixed together and did unsubstantiable business in Beijing.

Later, the development became one after another, and the underdeveloped one after another had a living, but apart from Chen Wu, the remaining five were still fighting in Peking City.

And the most developed one seems to be Chen Wu.

He has always claimed to be doing fur business and occasionally brings a few trucks of fur to Beijing City to sell goods, but more of them are doing things to inquire about news.

Actually, what is Chen Wu’s identity? The five people just now know a little bit: even if they are not spies, they must have something to do with spies.

Otherwise, what would a fur businessman do if he inquire about so much information related to the Japanese?

If the police usually ask for information and sell it to Chen Wu, as long as they get the money, even if they are curious, they will not doubt it, and they will not ask questions randomly.

But I can't stand it, this time the matter is too big...

The third day after the case was released, that is, after two days of lockdown, the city was closed and the yarn was not even recovered. The Japanese had no choice but to open the city gate and lift the curfew order. After his master, former captain and current branch director, suddenly called him into the office.

Afterwards, he solemnly told him that whenever he found someone on the street inquiring about Kawashima's case intentionally or unintentionally, he must have snacks.
To be continued...