Shao Jian thought for a moment and said:
"As the investigation deepens, I believe more clues will emerge. By the way, who provided the Hongqi Factory work uniform that the deceased was wearing, and the meal tickets that only Hongqi Factory employees had? Are there any clues?"
Zhao Le shook his head in response.
"Director Shao, not yet. Liu Xianghai has been murdered. Who dares to come forward and admit to providing the work clothes and meal tickets? If no one reports it, it's probably harder than climbing to heaven for the providers to admit it themselves."
Just then, Liang Damin hurriedly walked in with an elderly man dressed in factory clothes.
Upon arriving at the investigation team's office, Liang Damin asked the old man to sit down in a chair, and then said to Shao Jian:
"Director Shao, this is Zhao Dehou, a retired employee of our factory. He says he has information about the deceased Liu Xianghai and wants to report it to the investigation team."
"We welcome veteran comrades to provide us with clues."
After Zhao Dehou sat down, Shao Jian looked at Zhao Dehou in front of him and welcomed him.
The old man was about 1.68 meters tall, rather thin, with deep-set eyes, purplish skin, and most of his hair was white. Judging from his age, he was probably in his early sixties.
Having seen countless people, Shao Jian, with an observant and analytical eye, scanned Zhao Dehou from head to toe, especially his face and hands, in order to make a preliminary judgment on whether he might be related to enemy agents.
Since joining the investigation team, he had thought that if there were any agents infiltrating the Red Flag Factory, it would have been almost thirty years since the beginning of the liberation. If the infiltrators were young adults in their thirties or forties, they would be around sixty or seventy years old now.
In terms of age, those over fifty are prime suspects, those between forty and fifty are also suspects, and those under forty can almost be ruled out, because intelligence organizations would not allow a child of a few years old or ten years old to infiltrate.
Zhao Dehou gave a brief self-introduction.
This is a veteran whose ancestral home is Duliang. Before liberation, he worked in a military factory in Shanxi that manufactured guns and ammunition. After liberation, he first worked in a military factory in Lanzhou. After the establishment of the Hongqi Factory, a third-line military enterprise, he applied to the organization and his family was transferred from Lanzhou to Duliang. He worked in the third and sixth workshops and served as a section chief for four years before retiring.
After Zhao Dehou's introduction, Shao Jian naturally remembered him. After all, a few days earlier, their investigation team had focused on checking the files of employees over fifty years old, and Zhao Dehou was also excluded because he was transferred to Duliang from another place in the mid-1960s. Even if he was a special agent, he would at least be unrelated to the team members who were infiltrating Duliang, and the possibility of him being a special agent was almost zero.
"Old comrade, tell me what you know."
After Zhao Dehou introduced him, Wu Dinghuai looked at him and said.
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