"Is Inspector Leng here to pick up Xiaoman?" The patrolman said this. Leng Feng was puzzled: "Xiaoman?"

The patrolman turned around in surprise and looked at Leng Feng: "Didn't Inspector Leng receive a letter from the director to pick up Xiaoman?"

Leng Feng shook his head: "I was transferred to Peking." As soon as this was said, the patrolman shook and ran from the front leading the way to Leng Feng and said flatteringly: "Really?"

Leng Feng rolled his eyes: "Did you think I came here to enjoy you?"

The patrolman waved his hands repeatedly: "I dare not, I dare not, Inspector Leng, you have been away from Peking for several years, and a lot of things have happened. The police team also left, and they dispersed. The only team you led was the only one left. Oh, he is the Inspector Kang now, and he is on the same level as you."

The implication is that only one old subordinate is left, and you may not be able to act.

Leng Feng's calm look made the patrol officer a little confused and then understood, so he said: "This... Inspector Leng, Cheng Xiaoman..."

Leng Feng turned his head and saw the patrolman's expression with the words "Ask me! Ask me!" Leng Feng had no choice but to ask, "What's wrong?"

The patrolman started gossip as he wished: "Mr. Cheng was given a year ago by his deputy..." He made a gesture of stabbing: "They sent are all first-class killers! The whole family survived Cheng Xiaoman alone."

Leng Feng frowned, does this matter have anything to do with me?

Seeing Leng Feng's expression, the little patrolman was completely confused: "Inspector Leng, you won't..." Then he seemed to feel that he had lost his words, but he couldn't hold it in, and muttered, "Cut the bridge across the river."

Leng Feng: "What are you muttering!"

The little patrolman: "Ah! I didn't say anything. I mean, you won't be transferred back and still be an inspector, right?"

Leng Feng: "Oh, I don't know, the transfer order is in the bureau."

The patrolman despised Leng Feng without any trace and said with a smirk: "There are a few steps left to arrive. Inspector Leng, I still have to patrol...just..."

Leng Feng felt that the little patrolman went from being enthusiastic to being flattered, and then from being flattered to being wary of, there must be something wrong, then... Cheng Xiaoman mentioned just now... and that Cheng Dashen must have something to do with them, but the patrolman is now alert. If you ask him about it, it may cause unnecessary suspicion, but...

Leng Feng nodded: "Okay, if I need manpower, I will naturally transfer you."

The little patrolman twitched twice, and he smiled and called out: "Thank you, Inspector Leng Cultivation"

Knowing that it was useless to talk too much, Leng Feng sorted out his gray suit, ordered a suit in a dressing shop, followed the road and arrived at the new location of the police station.

"Stop, what are you doing?" The gatekeeper stopped Leng Feng and looked at Leng Feng. Although he was covered in dust, he was covered in dust or coal ash, but not everyone could wear the dress. Is there any broken suitcase? No matter how you look at it, he is not a pauper or a robbed young master.

"Report" Leng Feng said lightly.

Gate: "Then I'll send a message to you? Are you here for a while?"

Leng Feng: "Okay"

After a phone call, the gatekeeper hurried out and saluted Leng Feng: "Hello, sir, please come in."

Leng Feng nodded and walked in. What? Do you know where the director's office is? Just kidding! The entire compound is a club of the chamber of commerce that was temporarily requisitioned. Of course, the building facing north and south is an office building. The best-decorated window is the director's office! No one is blind, no one is a fool.

"Report" Leng Feng knocked on the door, and the director opened the door in person: "Oh, look, I didn't have time to go out to pick you up. Deputy Director Leng, won't you be angry, right?"

Deputy Director? It seems that this is the appointment given to him by Jinling.

Leng Feng: "The bureau chief has been defeated, and the humble position is with you. Where is the deputy director or the young detective in person?"

The director is named Wang Fugui, a director of the Nianba. Leng Feng just checked. Where is Peking? During the Republic of China, who came to this ancient capital to become king and dominate for a while because of their weapons and soldiers. Even Zhang Xun, the leader of the Braider Army, came to be the "emperor" for a few days. Although he was beaten away, it is enough to show that at that time, there were warlords and overlords everywhere in this area of ​​Peking. Wang Fugui, a small director, had not enough police and patrol officers in his hands. So for so many years, in addition to being able to shake his might in the crowd of ordinary people, he could not afford to offend any official with background. It would be impossible not to be unwilling.

Look, although Wang Fugui, the deputy director who was directly appointed from Jinling, dared not put on airs, although he was higher than Leng Feng's official rank.

Wang Fugui invited Leng Feng into the office and said, "Your appointment was just arrived yesterday. You may not know yet. The old police station is being renovated. I haven't had time to prepare an office for you. In this way, the office next to me turned out to be the lounge of the club. I'll decorate it for you, but I have to wait a few days to understand." Wang Fugui deliberately avoided the bombing of the old police station.

Leng Feng smiled and said, "I'm working on the office." He didn't refuse. Wang Fugui nodded with satisfaction: "Wait, I'll call the big and small leaders in the office to you to meet and have fun."

Leng Feng suppressed Wang Fugui's hand: "Stand the bureau, you are not busy, please tell me first, the specific situation of the explosion."

When talking about the explosion, Wang Fugui looked particularly bad. From the army to officials to the police station, he copied opium and cloud soil, and he sold it privately to official sales, but!

Just as in the order just now, no one dared to take care of the warlords for military pay. Secondly, government officials, who jointly sold Yundi to make money for private matters, no one dared to take care of it. Only this police station is very difficult to eat alone, and they have to collude with officials. Otherwise... Humph, how to confiscate it, how to spit it out for me, and in addition, there are many factions within the Guoming Party, and I don’t know how many factions will make it difficult for all gods to make things difficult for them. There is even a situation where a woman marrys a second husband, such as the Fuxing Society, the Investigation Bureau, and the gangsters. The police station has been living a short life, and when "no choice" and the persimmon pick up soft people", they can only reach out to the people.

The amount of opium in this search was quite large, all of which were of good quality opium. At least, they could be exchanged for oceans of the same weight. Wang Fugui was carefully planning this batch of opium, but he didn't expect...

After finally explaining to the above, I didn't expect that Leng Feng, who came from Jinling, asked directly about Yuntu's affairs! Could it be that he came to investigate this matter specifically!

Leng Feng saw the expression on Wang Fugui's face and wanted to say, "You are so self-indulgent. How could such a mess be worth sending someone here?"

"Minister, Jinling, you won't be bored and transferred me from Jinling. I believe you know this in your heart. Some things, I ask, you will answer, are enough." When Leng Feng spoke, his eyes made Wang Fugui dare not speak out, and he didn't even have the courage to be angry. But then he thought, Cheng Yiyuan was dead, and Leng Feng had no backer in Peking. Even if Jinling's arms were long, this strong dragon could not defeat the local snake? I, Wang Fugui, have been the director of Peking for more than ten years. Could it be that it depends on the expression of your deputy director in his twenties?!

Wang Fugui suddenly changed his face, which Leng Feng unexpectedly. Wang Fugui leaned on the sofa: "It's easy to say, it's easy to say, but Deputy Director Leng, there's something you don't know." As he said that, he looked at Leng Feng: "Cheng Yiyuan was assassinated a year ago."

Leng Feng was shocked. It seemed that Cheng Xiaoman’s affairs were really a big deal. Could it be that he had a lot of connection with him? But he didn’t know at all! What should I do?

Leng Feng thought for a moment and sneered: "Oh, I know this."

Wang Fugui popped up: "Do you know?!"

Leng Feng: "How could I not know about such a big thing? But so what? What does it have to do with what I am asking about the director now?"

Wang Fugui was sweating a little on his head. Why didn’t Leng Feng worry at all?! Could it be that he has another bigger trump card?!

Leng Feng: "Director Wang, you know, before coming to Peking, I was in Shanxi, and Director Dong Qing was before becoming the Director, but..."
Chapter completed!