It's night, the Governor's Mansion in Meiguang New City.

Chen Tianhua was reviewing documents and reports in the study room. At this time, the door was gently pushed open and Gu Zhunian walked in.

"Commander, I figured it all out."

"What have you figured out? What's going on?" Chen Tianhua was confused.

Gu Zhunian whispered in detail the scene that just happened in Li Xinghong's mansion.

Chen Tianhua's body trembled slightly, "Qing Lang's people are lying on Li Xinghong's house, and they are still next to the pillow?"

"Yes, according to the shadow report of the Military Adjustment Department, Li Fucheng's guard and Li Xinghong's concubine Wu Yin were undercover agents of the former Zhejiang Army Intelligence Office, but this time Qing Hen's order was a bit strange. Such an order should not be given by Qing Lang himself.

It's more like a Japanese spy." Gu Zhunian frowned and said:

"Based on my analysis, it seems that Guard Cheng was a spy. He faked an order to ask Li's concubine Wu Yin to cooperate and stepped on Xiao Mingquan's skirt. Then he let go and let the young lady lose her space and rush to the bottom of the steps. Cheng was below.

The guard took advantage of the chaos and pushed the young lady down the side steps."

"Well, the analysis makes sense, but you missed another possibility. The order was given by Qing Lang, who is a Japanese spy." Chen Tianhua smiled like a ghost.

As soon as these words came out, Gu Zhunian jumped up from his chair and said in shock: "Is this... so possible?"

"Why is it impossible? There is no problem with logical reasoning, right?" Chen Tianhua took the opportunity to teach him a lesson:

"Those who engage in detectives must dare to make logical deductions through assumptions, and they must be suspicious of everything and everyone, especially people, so that they can know people but not their hearts."

"Well... the commander-in-chief has taught us another lesson, please remember it." Gu Zhunian nodded with a smile.

"You mean those two people are dead? Well done!" Chen Tianhua suddenly snorted coldly, leaving Gu Zhunian feeling deeply confused.

The criminal died without trial, without a single confession, and he was said to have died a good death?

"Commander, do you want to continue this matter?"

"Forget it, let's stop this. Just pretend that nothing has happened. You can go down!" Chen Tianhua waved his hand coldly.

"I understand!" Gu Zhunian saluted and turned to leave.

Chen Tianhua got up and went for a walk in the small courtyard of the study. Fei Ge took out the cloak from the house and put it on him.

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Shanghai Dajing Pavilion, New Taipei City Gate.

Today is already New Year's Eve, and the bustling city gate in the past is deserted. Except for a few city guards hiding in the doorway and using a brazier to keep warm, there is no one left.

The weather that I had been eyeing for a few days suddenly changed again today. It had been falling with fluttering snowflakes all day. It was almost evening and although the snow had stopped, the north wind was blowing hard and cutting like a knife.

People's faces.

As the night grew darker, torches were lit in the city gate, swaying in the wind, and the wind passed through the city gate, making a whistling sound.

Although the soldiers got as close to the brazier as possible, they still didn't stamp their feet and rub their hands. Their spears were leaning against the wall. In this damn weather, the barrels of the rifles were like ice lumps, and it hurt to hold them in their hands from the cold.

A Shanghai Army platoon leader came over and said, "Brothers, it's time to close the city gate. Food and wine have been prepared in the gatehouse. We also have to celebrate the New Year."

The soldiers cheered, having been looking forward to this greeting for a long time.

Staying in this doorway, the cold has long been unbearable. There are warm braziers, steaming dishes, and hot wine in the doorway. Everyone is already eager to eat them.

"Close the door, close the door!"

Everyone was shouting in confusion, and several soldiers worked together to push the heavy gate, preparing to close the city gate and end their errands on New Year's Eve.

The city gate had just been halfway closed when a sudden sound of horse hooves was heard in the distance, and there was also a faint shout.

The platoon leader listened carefully and said, "Wait a minute, it seems a horse is coming."

The soldier muttered dissatisfiedly: "Platoon leader, it's time for us. Who told them not to come earlier, close the city gate, and let them eat in the wind and snow all night?" As he said this, he pushed open another city gate.

But the platoon leader waved his hand, "Wait a minute, wait a minute, this Chinese New Year is not easy for everyone. Who doesn't have an emergency? We are just waiting for a short while. If the city gate is really closed, these people will

You've been waiting all night, and you've been here all day, and you still care about this little moment?"

This platoon leader has a good heart, and he is not like those ruffian soldiers around him.

Seeing that the platoon leader had said this, the soldiers all stopped and said, "It means that you, platoon leader, have a good heart and a bodhisattva heart. If it were another commander, you would ignore them!"

The sound of horse hooves became increasingly clear.

"Brother Bing, please wait!" The voice came clearly.

Not long after, a two-wheel-drive luxury carriage appeared in everyone's sight. It rushed all the way and approached the gate of the city. The man driving the horse tightened his grip, raised the tip of his whip, and cracked his whip.

The two horses pulling the cart kicked forward with their front hooves, cutting a long trace in the snow, and stopped steadily at the gate of the city.

"Good work!" the platoon leader exclaimed, "two horses!"

He seems to know the stuff.

The man driving the horse cupped his hands and said in a loud voice: "Thank you for your convenience, sirs. If I hadn't met some of your kind-hearted officers, I would have spent the New Year outside the city today."

The platoon leader smiled slightly and said: "It's convenient for others. It's convenient for you! But according to Shanghai Army City regulations, this good man needs to be inspected when entering the city. Who else is in your carriage?"

In fact, the platoon leader was a good judge of things. When he saw that this man was an expert in equestrian skills, he was a little bit embarrassed when he saw that he was just a driver of a carriage. Moreover, the two horses pulling the carriage were extremely majestic, even better than the war horses he was riding.

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It would be too luxurious to use such a horse to draw a carriage.

"Well..." The man hesitated for a moment and said in a deep voice: "Sir, to be honest, the person sitting in this car is my young lady, a female family member. This is really inconvenient!"

The platoon leader's smile faded and he said seriously:

"I have benevolent intentions in letting you enter the city, but the inspection required when entering the city is a rule set by the superior. Don't try to embarrass me."

There seemed to be a cry from inside the carriage, and the man driving the carriage hurried over, only to see the carriage window and door open a crack, and something was handed out from inside.

By the light of the fire, the platoon leader took a quick glance and saw a beautiful profile face passing by.

The man driving the car handed a golden sign in his hand to the platoon leader with a smile, and said: "Sir, with this thing, can you not open the door?"

The platoon leader took it and glanced at it, his face couldn't help but change, but he returned the sign to the man with both hands, and said apologetically: "Ouch, the flood has washed away the Dragon King Temple, and the whole family no longer recognizes each other. It's a sin, it's a sin, please

Bar!"

The man handed the sign through the car window again, then took a few more things and said to the queue leader:

"My young lady has said that it has delayed the time of several officers. This is just a small thing and disrespectful. Please don't refuse."

The platoon leader smiled slightly and did not shirk. He took it and bowed slightly: "Thank you, Miss!"
Chapter completed!