The next day, the concession chief patrolled the house.

After hearing the report from his subordinates, Kuang Fuan stood up suddenly and widened his eyes: "What, the bullet trace detection is consistent? Have you checked clearly? This matter is very important and must not go wrong."

What made him lose his temper was that after testing by technicians, it was confirmed that the warhead extracted from Elizabeth Hospital was fired by the rifle carried by Takaki Ikuta. It was really a ghost.

The wear and tear of the rifling of each gun is different, and the bullets fired are different. It was obviously me who fired the gun that day, and the gun was well hidden. Why are the two tests consistent?

"Detective, there is no problem."

The patrol officer on the opposite side was very confident, puffed up his chest and said: "We have done three tests in total, and the results are the same every time. If you are not worried, you can ask them to do it again.

Besides, the equipment was purchased from the United States just last year. It has been used in past cases and has never made any mistakes. Now it is certain that Takaki Ikuta was present at the scene of the crossfire at Elizabeth Hospital."

Kuang Fuan was really confused now. He frowned and sat on the chair. His mind began to race. What went wrong? Could it be that someone in the evidence room had changed the evidence?

This is unlikely.

As a key department and idle position in the patrol room, it is not the turn of the Chinese and Indian arresters to do such good things. The evidence room is controlled by the British from top to bottom and has nothing to do with the underground party.

Of course, he didn't know that there was an organization called the Cambridge Evangelists at the University of Cambridge in the United Kingdom, and its members were thinking about how to dig into the corners of the British Empire and pass top-secret information to the Red Russia.

In later generations, people gave this small organization a prosaic nickname - the Cambridge Five, but they did not have any connection with what happened in the Shanghai Public Settlement thousands of miles away.

Kuang Fuan waved his hand and asked his men to go out first. He put a cigarette under his nose and smelled it. He thought about all the possibilities in his mind, but found nothing, so he had to put the problem aside for the time being.

It doesn't matter how the result comes.

What's important is how to use the results. He thought of the complex relationships between Japan, Britain, and the government. His eyes slowly lit up, and he immediately went to John Kaiserweis's office.

As soon as he met the other party, Kuang Fuan told the latest developments. The British chose him as the person in charge of the case because he had to do this in order to get relevant information in time.

"What, agreement?"

John Kaiziwei was also surprised after hearing this. The Elizabeth Hospital was in the front and the patrolman was killed in the back. The broker named Lao Dou had previously said that it was Ikuta Takaki who killed the patrolman. Is this true?

From the perspective of space and time, combined with the existing evidence, it seems reasonable and reasonable. The question is why Ikuta Takaki did this. He thought seriously for a while and looked up at Kuang Fuan.

"Kuang, hurry up and interrogate the suspect. Find out why this person went to Elizabeth Hospital and where the top-secret information involving the Far East Fleet and the royal family was obtained.

We must dig out the main messenger behind this. This cannot be done by one person or a few people. I suspect that there are moles within the navy or even within the empire. We must find them as soon as possible.

The matter of the killing of the Indian patrolman can be left to the end. Can you find a reason to stabilize Xu Enzeng without offending the Chinese or leaking the details of the investigation?"

"No problem, sir."

Kuang Fuan has spent a long time in Hong Kong and knows how to deal with the British. Being modest and cautious will only make them think you are incompetent. You must not be vague when expressing your stance.

Sure enough, John Kaiziwei was very satisfied with his reply and personally sent him to the door of the office. This shocked the eyes of the patrol officers passing by, thinking that Inspector Kuang was really going to be prosperous.

Who doesn't know that in the Concession Police Department, the person with the highest status is not the director, but the younger brother of the head of the public board of directors. The power and influence the Kaiziwei family has in Shanghai is huge.

With the support and appreciation of the other party, even a pig can be praised to the sky, let alone a capable detective. It seems that the patrol room will have another Chinese inspector in the future.

Facing Corporal John Kaiser's prestige, Kuang Fuan bowed and left with an excited look, and walked towards the prison with a smile on his face. He walked vigorously and looked very excited.

When he arrived at the prison, he asked someone to open the single cell where Ikuta Takaki was being held. Accompanied by armed guards, he walked in and saw the diplomat who was tied to a cross and cosplaying with God.

Compared with the hysteria when he was first arrested, the other party was much calmer and stared coldly at Kuang Fuan who came in. There was no struggle or anger, and he finally looked like a secret agent.

"Take the cloth away."

Being stared at like this, Kuang Fuan didn't mind. He smiled slightly and said to the guard: "You guys go out, I want to have a private chat with Mr. Ikuta. No one is allowed in without my order."

"yes."

The tall guard responded and turned away. He stood at the door and listened vigilantly to the movements in the cell, not to gather information, but to prevent the prisoners from taking the opportunity to kidnap the detective and escape.

Since the female prisoner escaped from prison, the security of the patrol room prison has been greatly strengthened. The original old, weak, sick and disabled guards have been removed, and the new guards transferred are all rigorously trained fighting masters.

As a semi-professional intelligence officer, Ikuta Takaki enjoyed the strictest supervision. For example, what the guard wore on his waist was not a baton, but a Webley revolver loaded with bullets.

At this time, Kuang Fuan in the room clasped his hands behind his back and said in a kind tone: "Hello, Mr. Ikuta, my name is Kuang Fuan. It is really regrettable to meet you in this way on such an occasion.

People like you are supposed to show their talents in the upper class, but they must be very uncomfortable in a place like this. Don't worry, you can leave at any time as long as you are willing to cooperate.

I was ordered to only want to know three things: why did you show up at the scene of the firefight at Elizabeth Hospital and shoot, where did you get that information, and why did you kill the Indian patrol officer."

He did not mention the poaching of migratory birds, because compared with the above problems, killing a few birds is not worth mentioning. This is just an excuse for the patrol room to arrest people. He understands that, and the other party must also understand.

"Mr. Kuang, this is a misunderstanding."

Ikuta Takaki took a deep breath and replied in a hoarse voice: "I arrived in Shanghai not long ago, and I have never been to Elizabeth Hospital. This matter really has nothing to do with me.

As for the information you collected, it belongs to an intelligence broker named Lao Dou. Not long ago, he met your people and conducted a transaction under the recommendation of the Chief of the Special Section of the Chinese Consulate.

The content is the address of the underground party in Elizabeth Hospital, which he personally confessed under my pressure. In order to catch a big fish in the long run, I reached an... cooperation in intelligence trading.

The house I went to yesterday was his residence. This matter is easy to investigate. The neighbors or the landlord can prove that it was the first time I went there. The secret documents are all his. I swear to God.

Finally, the Indian policeman was killed by the Chinese. News from your police station was quoted in the newspaper. Everyone knows about this. Mr. Kuang, please believe what I say."

He knew that at this time, the matter of following Ryosuke Hase could no longer be concealed. If he wanted to survive, he had to prove that the information belonged to his father. The remaining two matters had no evidence and could not be verified at all.

Even if someone falsely accuses him of appearing in the hospital or killing the policeman, it is not a big deal for a diplomat. It is impossible for the British to fall out with the Japanese Empire because of three Indians.

After finishing speaking, Ikuta Takaki looked at the other party expectantly, wishing to take out his heart to prove his innocence. At the same time, he cursed in his heart that the damn Omi ghost dared to do this to him, you will regret it.

At this moment, a patrolman hurriedly walked into the cell and said something to Kuang Fuan. After hearing this, Kuang Fuan was slightly surprised and asked the person: "What? Is it really consistent?"

"OK, the results just came out."

The visitor's answer was very affirmative. He glanced at Ikuta Takaki on the side with his peripheral vision, and there was a hint of eagerness on his face. He was a living spy. When had the patrol room ever handled such a big case?

"Okay, you go out first and have someone check the other secret documents again, paying special attention to the corners and corners that are easy to miss. Use some snacks. If the case is solved, the reward will be yours."

After getting the information he wanted, Kuang Fuan nodded and asked the other party to leave. Then Chen Ken crossed his arms and said, "Mr. Ikuta, I personally want to believe you, but everything depends on evidence.

My people found your fingerprints on a document they seized. How do you explain this? Don't say that you encountered it accidentally. There were a total of thirty-eight fingerprints.

In addition, let me tell you a little secret. We extracted two warheads from the firefight scene at Elizabeth Hospital. After technical inspection, they were fired from the 38 rifle you carried.

How do you explain these conclusive evidences? It can't be all coincidence or I framed you. We have never met each other before, and I don't have the guts to frame a Japanese diplomat."

The fingerprints match.

The detection of gunshot traces is consistent.

No matter how useless Ikuta was, he understood what this meant. In an ordinary criminal case, these two pieces of evidence would be enough for the judge to sentence a prisoner to death. The question is how could this happen?

He was stunned for a moment, then he forced himself to explain: "Mr. Kuang, that document should be a cable from the Ministry of Foreign Affairs. I took it out from the consulate and sold it to my father. It's normal that it has my fingerprints.

The telegram was sold for a total of 50,000 yuan. The other party gave me Citibank gold bars of equivalent value, which are now hidden in my home. I can take you to pick them up. I didn’t dare to spend any of these things.

That rifle is in the consulate's inventory, and anyone can borrow it from the gun room. The Ono who followed me is the person in charge of the gun room, and maybe this guy framed me."
Chapter completed!