"12 li," the boss said. "If you two go to the Stone Mountain Army, you won't be back for two hours."
Zhang Zhaolong immediately frowned and asked suspiciously, "Why did Section Chief Cui say it was more than a mile away? Won't there be other messengers here?"
Hou Guoren, the owner of the Zuixianju restaurant, was also puzzled and asked, "How do you know Section Chief Cui?"
"My nephew met him at the Jinzhou Station Hotel. He told us to bring cash to the Shishan Army to pick up plywood." Zhang Zhaolong hadn't finished speaking when he saw Wang Deyin staggeringly push open the door of Zuixianju and shouting with blood on his face, "Help!"
Zhang Zhaolong was startled and rushed over to lift Wang Deyin's bloody head. He shouted in astonishment, "Deyin, Deyin, open your eyes! Your uncle is calling you. What's wrong?"
Wang Deyin slightly opened his bloodstained eyes and stared at Zhang Zhaolong. After a long moment, he roared like thunder: "My money, money, money, has been stolen..."
The kindhearted restaurant owner, Hou Guoren, also ran over to Wang Deyin, whose face was covered in blood, and asked in surprise, "Who stole the money?"
Wang Deyin covered his injured face with his hands and said weakly, "Section Chief Cui and I had just reached the entrance to the North Martyrs' Cemetery. He handed me a pair of gloves and said he was going to the restroom. As he left me, two people suddenly appeared behind me. Without giving me any explanation, they raised their pickaxes and started hitting me on the head. I vaguely felt six or seven blows on my head and face. A burst of pickaxes knocked me unconscious and they snatched my handbag. When I woke up from my coma, there was no sign of him except a pool of blood on the snow beside me. Section Chief Cui's whereabouts are also unknown. I don't know whether he is alive or dead. I crawled back alive, so I'm going to look for him."
"Why are you still looking for Chief Cui? It's more important to get to the hospital and save people first!" Hou Guoren, who was warm-hearted than hot pot, quickly called the Shishan Police Station to report the case: a major robbery occurred in front of the Shishan Martyrs Cemetery, and the victim was being rescued in the hospital.
At 8:50 p.m., on-duty police officer Liu Xudong rushed Wang Deyin to the hospital and immediately reported the case to the Jin County Public Security Bureau's Criminal Investigation Team. Criminal Investigation Section Chief Yan Haiquan then immediately reported to Criminal Investigation Bureau Director Chen Zhenlin, "Around 6:30 p.m., Wang Deyin and Zhang Zhaolong, farmers from Zuogezhuang, Wennan County, Hebei Province, accompanied by a man claiming to be Cui Niubi, section chief of the Tiefa Mining Bureau's Building Materials Station, went to the Shishan 97th Army to purchase plywood. In front of the Shishan Martyrs Cemetery, Wang Deyin was suddenly knocked unconscious. Cui Niubi's whereabouts are unknown, and 15,000 yuan in cash was stolen from their bag."
At 9:00 PM that evening, Chen Zhenlin, Director of Criminal Investigation at the Jin County Public Security Bureau, led reconnaissance officers Yan Haiquan, Meng Fanwu, and Liu Wei in a police car, braving the biting cold wind, and sped to the scene at Shishan Martyrs' Cemetery. They joined Shishan's dispatch chief, Shen Guoyu, and officer Chang Hongxing to conduct an overnight on-site investigation. The vast darkness enveloped the silent Martyrs' Cemetery, and nothing could be seen except a pile of footprints on the thick snow. Chen Zhenlin immediately dispatched Meng Fanwu and Liu Wei to the hospital to interview the victim. He then led a group of police officers to continue the on-site investigation, searching for any trace of the criminals.
In Shishan Hospital, Meng Fanwu questioned Wang Deyin and Liu Wei took notes. They soon found out that the main culprit of the major robbery at Shishan Martyrs Cemetery was Cui Niubi, the so-called section chief of the Materials Station of Tiefa City Mining Bureau.
Meng Fanwu asked, "Wang Deyin, how did you get to know Cui Niumi?"
Wang Deyin's head was wrapped in gauze, and the blood on his face had been wiped clean. His left little finger was fractured, his face was swollen, and a large amount of blood had flowed from his head. After rescue, he woke up from his coma and was able to answer questions from public security personnel.
Wang Deyin was lying on the hospital bed, recalling his acquaintance with Cui Niumi, narrating it word for word: It was the afternoon of December 2, and the waiter at Jinzhou Station South Hotel arranged Wang Deyin in a double room.
Song Zhijun, who had previously lived in this room, was lying on his bed, absorbed in reading a book titled "Zhang Zuolin," a collection of Northeastern literature and history. Upon seeing a guest enter the room, he immediately stared at the stranger and asked warily, "Where are you from?"
Wang Deyin sat on the bed, looked at Song Zhijun, and said, "I'm from Wennan County, Hebei Province."
"What do you do for a living?" Song Zhijun treated the guest who shared the room with him as meticulously as a police officer checking the household registration. His two cunning eyes kept studying the other person to see if there was anything suspicious about him.
"I'm a farmer, I'm in the furniture business, I own a shop, and I'm in Jinzhou looking to buy some plywood." Wang Deyin spoke his mind, unreservedly, and then asked sincerely, "What do you do for a living?"
"I'm from the Materials Station of the Tieling Mining Bureau." Song Zhijun threw "Zhang Zuolin" aside, sat up with great interest, took out a cigarette and threw it to Wang Deyin. He smoked the cigarette and stared at Wang Deyin, just like a hunter who found his prey, playing hard to get and waiting with his gun in hand without making any sound.
Wang Deyin took a few puffs of the "big ginseng" and found it delicious. He asked happily, "What do you do at the supply station?"
"I'm the section chief of the logistics station." Song Zhijun casually pulled out his work ID with a copper seal from his pocket and handed Wang Deyin a business card. Wang Deyin, who only had a high school education, looked at it carefully, nodded and smiled slightly, and said, "It's Section Chief Cui. I envy you so much. Section Chief Cui, what kind of business are you doing in Jinzhou?"
"Like you, I came to Jinzhou to get plywood." Song Zhijun raised his eyebrows, putting on the airs of a section chief, and said seductively, "I have a brother-in-law who's the commander of the 97th Unit in Shishan. He recently sent a carload of plywood from Heilongjiang on a military train. I used my family connections to beg and pry 5,000 sheets from his unit, solving an urgent need for the mine. Now, for some unknown reason, plywood has become a hot commodity across the country, and demand is exceeding supply everywhere."
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