Chapter 8 chapter eight

Police officer Mi Shanlou pushed open the office door painted with 'Beigongde—Sales Engineer', and stood aside by himself so that Ke Baisha could go in first. "Don't think we're all bad manners," he muttered. "Hey, model show." Baisha said, and walked over first. Peng Yinmeng looked up from the typewriter.Kebetha saw that she had wept.Peng Yinmeng turned her gaze and said, "Please go over, he is waiting for you." Officer Mi questioned him and looked at Bai Sha. Bai Sha nodded her head with a small movement, and Officer Fu looked carefully at Ms. Peng in front of the typewriter.

Peng Yinmeng seemed to be able to feel the police officer's downcast eyes. Her back was straight and she didn't look up. Her fingers continued her skillful typing work, making the office into a very effective atmosphere. When the door of the inner office opened, Bei Fude said: "I heard someone coming, I think you are here. Good morning, good morning! Please come in, please." They entered Mr. Bei's private office. Officer Mi sat down on a chair first, took out a cigar from his suit vest, and searched here and there for matches.Ke Baisha also sat down as if a chairman came to guide the manager's business.

Northford squirmed nervously a few times in the chair behind the office. Shanlou finally lit the cigar, shook out the match, and threw it into a small fireplace where some documents were burning.Shanlou looked up at Bei Fude. "How?" he asked. Northford said, "I think Mrs. Cole has told you everything." Shanlou grinned at Bei Fude through the blue smoke of the cigar: "I don't think she told me everything. But she told me much more than you are going to tell me." "I'm afraid I don't understand what you're saying," said Beiford, pretending to be serious.

"What happened to the second letter?" Shanlou asked. Bei Fude said nervously: "I was going to tell you after a while, I need some time to study it." "You have time to think about it now." Shanlou said. North Ford nodded. "Why take the time to think about it?" "It's nothing, it's not the reason you think." "Then you don't need to spend a lot of time thinking about it!" North Ford cleared his throat. "A woman named Xu Taolan, whom I am quite familiar with, came to see me. She was very happy to see me. I haven't seen her for a long time. She came to the city to see me by the way. She found my address in the phone book. She didn't Know that I still have a wife—not divorced." He said upside down.

"What do you mean you have a wife and haven't divorced yet?" "I—was fine with her for a while, and then I got married." "She doesn't like it, does she?" "She herself married within a week or two." "But she didn't like it when you were married, did she?" "I don't know, I didn't ask her." Shanlou took the cigar out of his mouth.His eyes looked at him disgustedly.He said, "When I ask you a question, answer it directly, and don't go around in circles." Bei Fude said: "You are right, Taolan doesn't like me playing this trick."

"Have you seen her since you got married?" "I didn't see her until she came to see me." "What is she here for?" "She left her husband. She—she wanted to see me." "Okay! So you can play with her." "I—I also like that she came to see me." "Kissed her again?" "yes." "More than one kiss?" "I—maybe, that's all. It's just a kiss—you know, I like her to visit me, just like you suddenly meet a friend you haven't seen for a long time, you will like it." "An appointment to meet outside?"

"No." "Did she leave you her address?" "Have." "Where?" "Nebula apartment." "Did you go there?" "No." "To visit her?" "No." "Did she want you to see her?" "There was no special invitation, she just told me where she lived." "Where is she sitting?" Mi Shanlou asked. Bei Fude said incomprehensibly, "I don't understand what you mean." "I mean where is she sitting when she's in this room?" "Oh! That chair, the one Mrs. Cole is sitting on now."

"That's a chair at the far end of the office!" Shanlou said, "Baisha, look out and tell me which window you can see on the opposite side?" "I don't understand," said Northford, "what does that have to do with this case?" Shanlou patiently explained: "The man who wrote the second letter must be able to see everything in this office when Xu Taolan comes to visit Zuo. I noticed that there is also an office building opposite. This alley It is not wide, and in the afternoon, the light is just enough for someone standing behind the opposite window to see everything in this office."

Bei Fude frowned and thought for a moment, and his sad face was revealed. "My God! That's a good idea. You think someone from the building across the lane is peeping here." Ke Baisha said: "What nonsense are you talking about? All the answers are in your office." Shanlou's lame eyebrows hinted that she should not speak.Suddenly he changed the direction of his attack. "What clues can be seen in the letter itself? Think about it, who would know that Taolan had been here on Monday?" "Nobody knows." "How's your secretary?" "She didn't know anything about Xu Taolan; she thought Taolan's visit was a business relationship."

"Then Taolan, when did you come here on Monday?" "I don't know, probably—three or four o'clock." Mi Shanlou pointed to the phone, "Call her here." He said. "Who?" "Your secretary." Fude picked up the phone and said to the phone, "Could you please come in?" When Peng Junmeng came in, Shanlou said, "On Monday, a man named Xu Taolan came here. What time is it?" "Wait a minute, I'll go to the daily diary." "Does she have an appointment?" "No." "Okay, you go to your diary."

Junmeng returned to her own desk, took her office diary, opened it, pointed with her finger and said, "Mrs. Xu came in at 2:20 pm on Monday. She left at 3:15." "She didn't have an appointment?" "No." "Do you find it strange?" "Yes, there are." "Do you know why she came here?" "I don't know. Mr. Bei said that there is no need to charge a fee." Shanlou leaned her head back on the chair, closed her eyes and asked, "How does she look?" "Blonde, good figure, well dressed, attractive, still young, but—a bit deceitful, selfish, she's the one who reaches out for what she wants." Bei Fude said: "Miss Peng, it's not fair for you to describe people like this. You..." "I'm in charge here." Shanlou interrupted him, his head still tilted back, eyes still closed. "Then Mrs. Xu told you that she wants to see Mr. Bei, right?" "yes." "Just ask her if she has made an appointment in advance, hasn't she?" "yes." "How did she answer?" "She said that as long as I tell Mr. Bei that she is outside, Mr. Bei will definitely meet her." "I don't think Mr. Bei's business is busy," Shanlou said, "Those who ask if you have an appointment, etc., are just pretentious to deepen the visitor's impression, aren't they?" "yes." "So you walked in and told him a Mrs. Xu Taolan was outside, didn't you?" "She asked me to report that Xu Taolan wanted to see him. She specifically instructed Xu Taolan to be fine." "After the notification, what did Mr. Bei say?" "He said he asked her to come in, that she was his friend." "Are you emotional?" "I did not notice." "So what if the two of them met?" "I don't know, I wasn't there." "Has Mr. Bei come to pick you up at the door?" "He was going around the table to come out when I opened the door for her. I heard him say her name like he was happy to see her." "Then?" "I closed the door." "Did you see him kiss her?" she said, blushing. "No." "When will we see her again?" "Fifteen past three—when she came out." "Who else knows she's here?" "As far as I know there is no one else." "When she came, was there no one else in the outer office except you?" "No." "Did anyone follow her when she left?" "I can't be sure of that. I don't think there will be. Nobody ever came in while she was in there." Baisha rushed out suddenly and said, "What's the use of going around in circles. She is the one you want." Shanlou frowned, displeased Ke Baisha said: "Baisha, it's wrong for you to say that." "What's wrong with me?" Shanlou passed the window and looked at the building across the alley. "There's still plenty of proof that my Opposite Lane theory has some truth, Betha." Ke Baisha turned to Peng Shoumeng, unzipped the leather bag, and took out the memo she stole from Beifude's private letter file and typed out from the white leather bag. "Who typed this note?" She brought the note to Peng Yinmeng's eyes. "What-what, I think I typed it. Here's a--a-" I put in Mr. Bei's personal correspondence file Ke Baisha spread the letter and the memo on the table: "Look carefully, girl, are they all typed out on the same typewriter?" "I—I don't know. What do you want?" Ke Baisha said coldly and ruthlessly: "You naughty little girl, I just want to find out your naughty side. You fell in love with your boss, and you thought you could marry the boss if you got mad at the boss wife. You wrote an anonymous letter to Mrs. Bei. You know that your boss and maid are confused. You peeked through the door and found out about the relationship between the boss and Xu Taolan. You think that the boss’s wife and two love rivals will be wiped out at the same time. You Write a letter to Mrs. Bei, and at the same time pretend to be a good person in the office. But I know you are a fake good person with a honeyed belly and a sword." Peng Yinmeng is crying now, and she said while crying, "I——I have no idea what you're talking about." Ke Baisha said confidently; "Of course you understand what I mean. Let me prove it to you. These letters are all typed by an experienced typist. She can use all ten fingers, and the severity is equal, and the intervals are neat. Any document. But these letters were typed on a portable typewriter. It was a Remington, an early style portable typewriter. I have had samples from you of the machine in your office. Now what do you have to say , do you want to tell us the truth?" "You really have two hands!" Bei Fude looked down at the Bi Wang Lu and said. Ke Baisha smiled at him confidently: "It's beyond your expectations, isn't it? You would never know that there is such a big one in your own office..." "It's not about this matter," Bei Gongde interrupted her, "but because you talked about Remington's hand model." "So what?" Baisha asked. "That's my wife's typewriter." The door to the outer office opened.Miss Gu Jialu's unique blue eyes brought her own gust of wind into it.She said: "There was no one in the reception room, so I came by myself. Hope I didn't interrupt—" No one paid her any attention.Ke Baisha pointed at Peng Junmeng with one finger.She said: "Look at her, and you'll know I'm right. This bastard may have typed letters on your wife's typewriter, but she can't make mistakes in these letters. It's her! She... ..." "You talk nonsense!" Peng Junmeng yelled: "Besides, my portable typewriter at home is not a Remington, but a Corona!" Gu Jialu, with her eyes wide open, walked along the edge of the room, stopped herself in front of the fireplace, turned her back to the fireplace, said nothing, and looked at these people strangely. "Try denying that you love your boss." Baisha pursued: "Try denying that you think that as long as you drive his wife away, your wish can be fulfilled. Anyway, you wrote the letter! You must— " "Wait a minute," Mr. Bei interjected, "these letters cannot be typed by her. My wife's typewriter happened to be in this office one day, and she also typed the memo that time. My wife's typewriter was brought by me. I came here to ask someone to take care of it, and after it was taken care of, Yinmeng tried to type it, and I took it back from then on——I remember this incident very clearly." "Then - these two letters were also typed together by 'she' that day." Bai Sha attacked again. "It's impossible. This matter came first, and the two women—the matter of Tao Lan came later." Shanlou asked Bei Fude: "Who else can use that typewriter?" "No, I don't think so, my wife's relatives may—" Shanlou's eyes narrowed, and he said, "Of course there's that maid." "Sally?" "Yes, who do you think I am talking about?" Northford said: "What's the matter—you mean Sally, of course—but how could Sally write to my wife and say she's having an affair with me? It doesn't make sense. The idea is ridiculous." "But it's possible for Sally to get the typewriter, isn't it?" Shanlou asked persistently. "That's not wrong. Yes." Peng Yinmeng sat down on a chair and held a handkerchief to her eyes. Whenever there was a gap in the conversation in the room, she used crying to fill in the gaps. Shanlou said to Baisha: "I think you are right. But maybe not completely right. There are many things that are wrong in this matter... surnamed Bei, stand up for me, don't go around in circles, and put this chair Put it in exactly the same position when Xu Taolan came to see you that day... Okay, this is the seat you sat on that day, isn't it? Okay—I'll sit on it, and I'll see what window across the street is okay from this angle saw me." Mi Shanlou moved his sitting posture back and forth, left and right, expanding his field of vision. "Miss Peng, put away your tears, take out your sketchbook, and write down these offices for me: Doctor Niu, Internal Medicine and Surgery... Zhang Bailing, Dentistry... This dentist is the most likely, let's start with him to investigate first ;The dental chair is always facing the window, from here I can see the alley and see a patient on his chair. Find out their phone number for me first, Yinmeng, I tell you to put away your tears!" Jun Meng may not have heard what he said at all.She was still sitting on the chair and crying. Officer Mi stood up from the chair, walked over, grabbed her by the shoulders, shook her and said, "Put your tears away, cry when you go home, I'm dealing with a murder case, get up and look up the phone number for me. " Peng Yinmeng looked up at him, saw his serious expression, stood up suddenly, reached out to Mr. Bei's desk, picked up a phone book and began to look at the yellow part, and wiped the corners of his eyes with a handkerchief from time to time. Northford handed her a small pad and pencil.He patted her arm lightly. "Okay, okay, Miss Peng." He said, "Don't take it to heart." She drew her arms back, quickly found the number she wanted, wrote it down on a legal pad, tore off the page with the number on it, and handed it to the officer. Officer Mi picked up the phone, dialed the number, and said, "This is Officer Mi from the police station. I want to talk to Dr. Zhang Bailing in person. ... Yes, the police headquarters, important matters... please let him speak..." While waiting to speak, he picked up the dying cigar that was on the edge of a desk, took a few puffs to re-ignite it, and then bit the corner of his mouth at an aggressive upward angle.Suddenly, he took it down, and said to the phone: "Hello, is Dr. Zhang Bailing? ... Yes, it's Police Officer Mi from the General Bureau. Please look at your registration book and tell me to arrive at 2:00 p.m. on Monday. Somebody sitting in this dental chair of yours at 3:15... No, just the patient's name is enough... Well, that's the male patient's name, isn't it? It's Ha. Okay, I see. Who is under him?" Slowly, a smile appeared on Officer Mi's face. "Madam, or Miss?" he asked. "That's it. Thank you, doctor. I will contact you in the future... Yes, I just know this for now." Mi Shanlou put down the phone and faced Ke Baisha, showing a lot of teeth. "The second patient in Dr. Zhang Bailing's dental chair," he said, "from 2:15 to 2:45 is Miss Leng Sally. Baisha!"