Zuo Zhong asked with a smile: "Okay, Ding Long, don't be afraid. Why are there rumors outside that you have military forces behind you? Is this true?"

Ding Long quickly explained: "It was my eldest brother who spread the word about it in order to become famous. However, the boss may be a soldier, and the goods he brings occasionally have steel stamps."

Stamp?

It can only be used on military and police weapons. Once it is stamped with steel, the weapon will be recorded in the military committee. There are strict rules for use and scrapping. That boss is so bold.

Song Minghao's gang has such powerful connections that they only dare to float the weapons before they are put into the warehouse. If the weapons are stamped into the warehouse, once the weapons are seized, the loss process can be easily traced.

Zuo Zhong asked curiously: "What model is the gun with the steel seal? How did you handle the steel seal? This thing cannot be worn away. It will be exposed by pickling."

Ding Long said with a grimace: "We have all kinds of models. We have Browning for short guns, new and old models of Zilaide, three-piece iron, and Hanyang and Shuilianzhu for long guns."

Sir, you are an expert. Unless the barrel is ground off, the steel seal cannot be removed at all. We only polish the outside and sell it to those who trade in red goods."

Looking at the shivering Ding Long, Zuo Zhong felt that the boss was either brave or poor, or he was crazy because of being poor, but where did he get these junk things from?

There is also Black Six, who is indeed the same as the other party. They are poor and powerful. They sell their standard weapons to robbers who specialize in robberies. These people throw away the weapons after they finish their work. No wonder they are not afraid of being traced.

Zuo Zhong then asked about the most critical thing: "You said your boss wanted to use a gun. Did you hear Hei Liu tell you about this? What did he say at the time?"

"Yes, yes, the boss came back in a hurry and asked me to find two Brownings from the inventory. I asked that they not have a steel seal and that the quality should not be too new or too old.

I searched for a long time, and the only suitable one was a Browning that had been processed for precision. The boss said that this is what the boss wants to use, and he asked me to clean it up to make sure it doesn't get stuck."

Zuo Zhong thought. Was it Hei Liu's own initiative to use the treated pistol? Then his chances of survival were even lower. Japanese spies were not easy to deal with.

He glanced at Ding Long: "You know there was an explosion in a drugstore in Jinling. Did the incident of taking the gun happen before or after this incident? Is there anything unusual about Hei Liu and the boss?"

Ding Long nodded desperately: "I know, the day after the explosion, our boss disappeared for a whole day. He picked up the gun six or seven days later, and he took people away the next day.

In addition to me, he took away three people. Those people are his true confidants. I am just a watcher and have never done anything harmful to nature.

Sir, what I said is true, I am willing to take you to catch the boss, no, Hei Liu, I know where he usually goes, and I will definitely catch him."

Zuo Zhong became a little more interested: "Where does Hei Liu usually go?"

"In the technical courts and casinos, Black Six loves playing Pai Gow and rolling dice."

These are of little value. If Hei Liu had not been silenced, Hei Liu must have left Jinling and would not have stayed to seek death. The interrogation can be concluded.

Song Minghao asked secretly: "Section Chief, do you want to give this guy the electric chair to confirm his confession? These gangsters are very cunning and cannot be trusted easily."

Zuo Dian nodded. This kind of person is indeed telling lies. It's good to confirm it. If you can stand it, go to Tiger Bridge. If you can't stand it, this is your fate.

He walked out of the interrogation room, and in his mind the image of the boss Ding Long confessed was sketched out. He was suspected of being a soldier, with a low status, very courageous, and very short of money.

Does Zhu Ji win against poverty?

This was Zuo Zhong's first reaction. Except for the unknown economic situation, Zhu Jisheng perfectly matched the characteristics of this boss. This must be clarified.

The second lieutenant's military salary is 40 yuan, which is logically enough. After all, food and accommodation are in the military camp, and the 88th Division is a force in the Jinling Garrison, so there is no military salary arrears.

While he was thinking about it, he heard a burst of cheers from the conference room and quickly walked over. It seemed that the statistics of Zhu Jisheng's camp records were completed.

Zuo Zhong pushed open the door of the conference room. The agents were packing up the original records. Records were densely written on the blackboard. Wu Chunyang and Gu Qi were proofreading each other's records.

Seeing Zuo Zhong coming, Gu Qi pointed to the blackboard: "Section Chief, Chunyang and I will compare it to prevent mistakes in copying and memorizing. There is something really wrong with this Zhu Jisheng. You will know after you take a look."

Zuo Dian nodded and did not disturb their work. He walked to the blackboard and started reading. The blackboard was based on time, starting from the end of the 19th year of the Republic of China. On the left was the eighth month when Zhu enlisted in the army.

To put it simply and clearly, this was the first time Zhu Jisheng left the camp after joining the army and completing recruit training. There was also a note on the blackboard, which read: Leaving the camp at 1 p.m. and returning at 5 p.m., both empty-handed.

Young people from the northwest naturally wanted to go out and see the colorful world of Jinling. They only spent four hours. Maybe they were short of money, or maybe they were timid and didn't dare to go far. It seemed normal.

Next, Zhu Jisheng would leave the camp every two or three months, going out empty-handed and returning with some daily necessities, as well as fresh fruits and snacks, no different from other soldiers who went out.

But something strange happened next. In May of the 20th year of the Republic of China, the first month after he became the squad leader, he almost missed the time to return to camp. He didn't bring anything with him back and forth. This was only the first time.

By June, Zhu Jisheng was leaving the camp every week, and the time he spent in the camp became longer as his military rank increased. Then, at the end of the 22nd year of the Republic of China, his record of leaving the camp disappeared.

Whether he stopped leaving the camp or left the camp without making records needs to be verified. Zuo Zhong felt that the latter possibility was more likely. After working in the army for so many years and being the deputy company commander, he always had some privileges.

But this kind of privilege comes with favors. The commanders at all levels of the battalion and company must be filial, the guards at the door must be well guarded, the leading officers must negotiate well, and the inspector of the Military Justice Department who conducts roll calls must not be forgotten.

Given the frequency with which he left the camp, his military pay was simply not enough. It was understandable that he would slip out once in a while, but why did he never leave the camp through normal channels after twenty-two years?

Is the blank record of leaving the camp hiding the trajectory of the action?

But abnormal behavior is easier to expose, wouldn't he know?

This was what Gu Qi said was wrong, but this wrongness made Zuo Zhong feel that Zhu Jisheng's suspicion was lessened, because a Japanese spy could not be so stupid, let alone reveal so many flaws.

Leave camp, record, return to camp, record, a complete procedure.

Zuo Zhong stood in front of the blackboard and wrote down the four steps. Then he folded his arms and fell into deep thought. There must be a reason why Zhu Jisheng did not leave the camp through formal channels. The answer lies in these eight words.

The agents finished collecting the information and waited quietly aside. No one could go out without orders. The only sound left in the conference room was the quiet discussion between Gu Qi and Wu Chunyang, and the clock was ticking.

Zuo Zhong was thinking about it, and suddenly he picked up the chalk and drew a big circle, enclosing all the steps. He seemed to know why the target no longer went out at the normal time.

Here Gu Qi and Wu Chunyang just finished comparing the records. Seeing Zuo Zhong's movements, they walked over together. Gu Qi asked: "Have you seen the section chief? Zhu Jisheng's records are very strange."

Wu Chunyang glanced at the four steps Zuo Zhong wrote on the blackboard: "Deputy Section Chief Gu and I can't figure out why he stopped leaving the camp through formal channels since last year, not even once."

Zuo Dian nodded without answering, raised his hand and wrote two words on the blackboard: time.

Gu Qi and Wu Chunyang looked puzzled as to what time had to do with the camp record.

"You overlooked something."

Zuo Zhong threw the chalk aside and said with a smile: "Zhu Jisheng has his own purpose for leaving the camp. To accomplish this purpose, he must leave the camp at abnormal times, such as nights or non-weekends."

This is easy to understand. The only time to go out of the military camp is on weekends and during the day. Zhu Jisheng did not go out of the camp through regular channels because even if he went out of the camp on the weekend, he would not be able to accomplish a certain purpose.

However, Gu Qi quickly raised a question: "Then why didn't he pretend to leave the camp on weekends and return to the camp once? This could cover up his abnormal trajectory. It is too suspicious that the record is blank."

Zuo Zhong laughed: "Who says he doesn't want to cover up his whereabouts? It's just that he can't do it. Don't be so rigid. Sometimes the problem is very simple, but you think it's complicated."

The first person to react was Wu Chunyang. He clapped his hands and said, "Zhu Jisheng not only left the camp, but also stayed up all night. He even stayed out for several days. He was not in the military camp during weekends."

Gu Qi slapped his thigh and said arrogantly: "I never thought that this guy is so brave. A soldier who leaves his post without permission is found by the Military Justice Department and will be shot. What on earth is he doing out there?"

Yes, what important thing does Zhu Jisheng have? It's not enough to go to the camp on the weekend. He has to spend money and energy to go out for so long. Could it be related to spies?

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Zuo Zhong said: "The rest is in (the author's words), right at the end of the article. If you change it during the day, the number of words will be the same, and there will be no extra deductions."

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I think from a biological point of view, life reads almost like a poem. It has its own rhythm and beat, and its own internal cycles of growth and decay.

It begins with innocent childhood, followed by a rough youth period, a rough attempt to adapt to a mature society, with the enthusiasm and ignorance, ideals and ambitions of youth;

In middle age, the tension is slightly relieved, the character matures, like the ripeness of fruit or the ripeness of fine wine, and gradually adopts a more tolerant and kind attitude towards life;

Later, when we age, the activity of endocrine glands decreases. If we have a true philosophical concept of old age, we can adjust our lifestyle according to this concept.
Chapter completed!