Chapter 66: Miss Hu Die (Seeking collections, monthly tickets, and recommendation votes)

"Director Yu?"

"Which Director Yu?" Lu Qiao asked with a cold, suspicious voice.

"Him!"

"I call him Mr. Lao; the officer just now called him Director Yu." Shopkeeper Qiu pointed at Yu Zecheng, sticking firmly to his story.

"Station Chief, what do you say?" Ma Kui laughed.

"Slander," Yu Zecheng said calmly.

"He's confessed everything, and you still call it slander?

"Director Yu, I wonder if your mouth will still be this tough when you're sitting in this chair?" Ma Kui sneered.

Yu Zecheng smiled and did not defend himself.

"Stop arguing.

"Let him write first."

Wu Jingzhong glared fiercely at Yu Zecheng.

Yu Zecheng stood ramrod straight, his expression unchanged.

Shopkeeper Qiu was still writing.

Every now and then he scratched his head, as if trying to remember everyone clearly.

This move left Hong Zhiyou stunned as well.

Could he really be about to betray them?

After all, this world still had quite a few discrepancies from the original story.

Soon, name after name appeared on the list.

There were even detailed addresses.

There were surprisingly more than ten of them.

"Quite a few contacts, aren't there?

"Ms. Qin.

"Mrs. Zhu.

"Boss Zhang..."

"Quite a lot of people, indeed.

"Why are there no names?"

Wu Jingzhong asked.

"I, I don't know either," Shopkeeper Qiu said, drooping his head.

"Station Chief, the Reds have always been cautious.

"Even if there are names, they're probably fake," Lu Qiao chimed in with a smile.

"That's right.

"Station Chief, let's start making arrests.

"Once I bring them in and break them one by one, I don't believe I won't catch a big fish." Ma Kui agreed, which was a rare occurrence.

"Hmm.

"Not one can be missed, arrest them all!

"If you don't have enough men, pull some from Li Hanyuan's police station."

Wu Jingzhong ordered in a fit of rage.

"Station Chief, there are too many people; the interrogation room won't hold them, and they still need to be screened one by one. We don't have enough space," Lu Qiao reminded him.

"Keep them secretly detained at the Shuitun Prison first. Tell Warden Song I want to interrogate them one by one myself."

Wu Jingzhong glanced at the list and said.

Shopkeeper Qiu raised his head and asked cautiously, "Officer, I, can I go now?"

"Go?

"Wait until your comrades are all here and you've finished your party before we talk about that."

Wu Jingzhong let out a cold snort.

After saying this, he fastened his collar and stood up, preparing to leave.

"Station Chief, how should we handle Director Yu?" Ma Kui shouted at the top of his lungs.

"Zecheng, you'll have to fend for yourself.

"It seems..."

Wu Jingzhong looked at Yu Zecheng with disappointment and left first.

"Old Yu, let's go next door and have a cup of tea.

"Everything will be cleared up."

Lu Qiao patted Yu Zecheng and took him to the next room.

Hong Zhiyou followed Wu Jingzhong back to the station chief's office.

"He's confessed everything, Zhiyou. Even if I wanted to protect him, I can't," Wu Jingzhong said, tapping the table in frustration.

He truly hated that Yu Zecheng was so disappointing.

During his time at the Qingpu Class, he had ranked first in intelligence studies every time and was a top graduate.

During the Japanese occupation, he had assassinated Li Haifeng alone and was a hero personally commended by Director Dai.

Now, he was even his own favorite subordinate.

One moment he was presenting red coral, and the next he had become a Red.

Wu Jingzhong felt like it was hellish.

"Station Chief, don't get so angry that it ruins your health.

"I saw that Qiu Ji's eyes were darting around; one look and you could tell he wasn't saying a word of truth.

"Before the matter is settled, you must trust Director Yu."

Hong Zhiyou stood to the side, carefully offering words of comfort.

"Trust is an expensive luxury in this era.

"Zhiyou, have I been too kind and too lenient with you all?"

Wu Jingzhong sneered at himself.

Not to mention the affairs of Zuo Lan and Yong Jianqiu.

On the afternoon Liu Wensheng had his incident, Yu Zecheng had indeed gone to the archives and the pharmacy.

Was it to treat his rhinitis?

Or to tip someone off?

Only heaven knows!

Interrogation Room No. 2.

Yu Zecheng sat in a chair, calmly drinking tea.

"Old Yu, are you... really a Red?" Lu Qiao sat to the side, shaking his head in disbelief.

"Department Chief Lu, what do you think?" Yu Zecheng sipped his tea slowly.

"Old Yu.

"I have no prejudice against you.

"I only know that whatever Ma Kui decides on is definitely bullshit," Lu Qiao said, adjusting his gold-rimmed glasses.

If this charge were to really stick,

Ma Kui would be flying high.

Lu Qiao hoped more than anyone that Yu Zecheng was not a Red.

"Then it must be bullshit.

"Suppose, I'm just saying suppose, I really end up a ghost of a wrongful death.

"When the time comes, Old Lu, you can see me off.

"Let me go with some dignity."

Yu Zecheng sighed as if his doom were inevitable.

"Don't worry.

"This little favor, your brother can still do for you.

"If you really are being wronged, I will investigate to the end, or at the very least, I'll ensure you leave in one piece."

Lu Qiao patted his chest and gave his word.

"Thanks."

Yu Zecheng nodded.

"You and I are friends; saying that makes us strangers," Lu Qiao laughed.

Jinmen, 12-35 Machang Road.

Compared to the villas next door that occupied thousands of square meters, this small building was quite inconspicuous.

In the garden, birds sang and flowers were fragrant.

At a small white table, three women were leisurely enjoying the afternoon sun.

One woman wore a white dress, her hair coiled in an old-fashioned style.

Her thick, arched eyebrows and exquisitely delicate face complemented a full, curvaceous figure that was barely contained, revealing a large expanse of snow-white skin.

Occasionally, as they chatted and laughed, every smile and frown was filled with worldly charm.

"Sister Mei, let me introduce you; this is the famous movie star from the Shanghai Bund, Miss Hu Die," the glamorous noblewoman sitting to the side said with a smile.

Her name was Zhu Jiu.

She was the wife of Wu Taixun, the beloved son of the former Fengtian clique warlord Wu Junsheng.

As the daughter of a former Beiyang Minister of the Interior, Zhu Jiu was naturally among the first "sisters" Sister Mei got to know upon arriving in Jinmen.

Of course, there was also a little-known secret.

Wu Taixun was a sworn brother of Dai Li.

As for Zhu Jiu, she also intended to curry favor with the "local emperor" Wu Jingzhong.

Therefore, despite the significant age gap between them, they were as close as sisters in their daily lives.

"Miss Hu!

"It really is you; I was wondering why you looked so familiar.

"That movie you starred in..."

Mei Qiuju was greatly surprised and hurriedly stood up, nodding and bowing as she showered her with flattery.

Who was Hu Die?

Being a movie star was nothing; she was also the most favored mistress of Boss Dai.

The mistress of the Juntong Bureau!

"I am a good friend of Jiu'er, so thanks to her, let me call you sister as well," Hu Die said with a sweet smile.

"Little sister, you are truly beautiful, just like a fairy descended from heaven," Sister Mei praised from the bottom of her heart.

"Oh, it's nothing, just a skin-deep appearance."

"Little sister, now that you've come to Jinhai, why didn't you let us know?

"I could have at least had Old Wu send some attendants to run errands for you," Sister Mei asked.

"It's all for that matter regarding Yunong.

"He has chronic rhinitis; it flares up severely as soon as autumn arrives.

"Even the Generalissimo often jokes that all of Yunong's salary is spent on handkerchiefs.

"I heard from Jiu'er that there is a Xuanji Pharmacy in Jinhai, and the owner's secret remedy for rhinitis is very effective, so I snuck over here a few days ago without telling Yunong.

"I wanted to give him a surprise."

Hu Die's voice was soft and sweet, enough to make even a woman's heart itch.

"You are so thoughtful; no wonder Boss Dai values you so much," Sister Mei flattered her very appropriately.

"But you're right, that prescription is quite effective.

"A while ago, when the willow catkins were flying everywhere, Sister Mei and I both suffered from rhinitis, and the Western medicine from the Lujunyi Academy didn't work.

"Not to mention, after taking a few doses of Boss Qiu's medicine, I'm much better now."

Zhu Jiu giggled from the side.

The three of them chatted idly.

Suddenly, several police cars quietly drove up.

Inspector Huang Zhong sat in a car, puffing on a cigarette as he coldly watched the women in the residence.

He knew where this was.

It was the side villa of Wu Taixun, Prince Wu.

Among those women, the most beautiful one looked familiar, though he couldn't name her for the moment.

Another was the wife of Wu Taixun.

One was the wife of Wu Jingzhong.

Boss Qiu was in trouble.

The phone call had been answered by Huang Zhong's wife.

Both of them were "Red Tickets," old comrades from the Japanese occupation period.

The "Old Kite" that Wu Jingzhong had always wanted to catch was the code name for Huang Zhong and his wife.

Just like Yu Zecheng, his superior was also Boss Qiu.

Of course, his security clearance was not as high as that of Yu and Liao.

At least Huang Zhong did not yet know that his two sworn drinking buddies were also on his side.

He had to protect Boss Qiu.

Fortunately, Old Qiu had left a backup plan early on; everything should still be in time.

"Move.

"Station Chief Wu has ordered that they are suspected of having Red Tickets; regardless of who they are, take them away immediately.

"Little Li, remember, you must absolutely not hurt them, not even a single hair.

"Once captured, send them directly to the Shuitun Prison and hand them over to Warden Song."

Huang Zhong got out of the car and gave orders to the greenhorns he had specifically recruited from Jixian and Jinghai.

As an old hand, he knew well that the local police could not handle this task.

These newcomers were not familiar with the ladies of Jinhai.

And they were eager to earn merit.

They were perfect for doing this kind of rough work.

"Yes, Inspector Huang."

The leader called Little Li waved his hand, and a crowd of people swarmed in.

(End of chapter)