Chapter 9 Chapter 9: The Mystery of Paper Money

the next morning. Lu Ping sat alone in a small and exquisite study room, quietly studying the murder that happened on Park Road last night.He believes that if he is interested and willing to find out the truth, at least he has a certainty about the route of visit. So, is he willing to, as a thief, represent the law of dignity and bring back the murderer? Yes, he would be glad to have the murderer back.However, he was unwilling to act on behalf of the law.He has always believed that: as well as the law, it is just a kind of talisman-like thing made by some smart people in an embarrassing situation.Talismans may scare stupid ghosts, but they absolutely cannot scare away those ferocious and cunning ghosts; instead of scaring them off, there are even many evil ghosts who hide behind talismans and perform their ghost tricks of!The greatest effectiveness of something like law is almost the same as that of talismans.Therefore, if you want him to uphold the law, thank you, he doesn't have such a good appetite!What he focuses on is that he only wants to find the "joker of life" who uses the "Leuger" gun as a toy, pat him, and let him vomit all the blood he has sucked in, but he is already satisfied.

However, this takes a fair amount of time. The question is, after the murderer is found, can the stolen goods in the safe be taken back?Could it be all the stolen goods that were brought back?Even if it's all, is it worth going to more trouble for a mere 10 million yuan? His answer to this question was simply to shake his head again and again, several times throughout the morning. In short, his interest in this matter has receded eight and a half feet from the one-foot-high water. He was ready to give up unconditionally. However, in the afternoon, his lost interest made the strange stack of banknotes re-attracted.

He found the stack of banknotes under the telephone in the mortuary.At a certain moment last night he had drawn a little attention to these things, so, taking them by hand, he stuffed them into his pocket. Today, he accidentally checked it again, but it made him feel more and more strange. That stack of banknotes is indeed quite strange.No, it should be said that it is very strange! The total number of banknotes is thirteen, including: two counterfeit banknotes of 10,000 yuan, five pieces of French currency of 1,000 yuan, one piece of French currency of 100 yuan, and three pieces of US dollars with a face value of 10 yuan; the strangest thing is that, There are also US dollar bills inside, which are two one-dollar notes.

On the whole, the banknotes are very chaotic, as chaotic as the characters in real society, adults, gentlemen, rogues, bastards, everything.And banknotes are also U.S. dollars, French currency, U.S. bills, and counterfeit money, all available.It's pretty messy.But on the other hand, this banknote is very neat, because the stacking method of this banknote is that ten thousand returns to ten thousand, one hundred returns to one hundred, ten returns to ten, and single returns to single; In counting, tens are stacked on hundreds, hundreds are stacked on thousands, thousands are stacked on thousands, and finally they are folded in half. At first glance, it looks like a thin stack of reserve tickets.

Why arrange these messy banknotes in such a way?He was thinking, could there be some role hidden in it? Think about it, this is not possible, don't be nervous!But, looking at it, it made him feel so strange. He smoked cigarettes, and the cigarettes did not help him find a reason. Bored, he sat down in front of the old desk and picked up his pen.Scribble.He wrote on a piece of white paper: 20,000 yuan in counterfeit banknotes, 5,100 yuan in French currency, 30 yuan in US dollars, and 2 yuan in US dollars.Later, the numbers on the bills were randomly added together, and it was written as 25,132 yuan, and several of them were written in succession.

But what's the point? In the end he rewritten the number into Arabic numerals 25132, and wrote down several more.He yawned out of boredom. An incoming call interrupted his tiredness. After the call, he dropped the receiver and circled the room, smoking and whistling.Occasionally, he stood still in front of the desk, but his eyes were caught by the piece of paper that had been scribbled for a while. His eyeballs sparkled. He suddenly realized that this number was very similar to a phone number.He wondered, could there really be a phone number hidden in the bills that were once messy and neat?

When thinking this way, a bizarre fantasy immediately flashed into his mind: He speculated overnight that before the murder happened, there were at least three people in that mortuary, facing the dead.One of the three carried a gun, or more than one carried a gun.Although the deceased also had a gun, it was too late to draw it out.Moreover, the telephone and electric bell have been cut off, and the entire life of the deceased has been tightly grasped in the palm of death, and there is no chance to call for help.At that time, when the deceased was in such a situation, what kind of thoughts would he have?Maybe he would think like this: Escaping for his life is already impossible, the next best thing is, can he try to leave some clues so that people can know who killed him.Is the above idea possible?Yes, it might be possible.Moreover, in many so-called detective novels, there has indeed been a similar method.As far as he knew, the dead man was quite a shrewd man, and it was possible that he might have copied the method, or had invented it himself.

So, is this strange stack of banknotes really interesting? The main point is that the stack of banknotes happened to be pressed under the corner of the phone, as if to remind people to pay attention to the phone. Although the above idea is too mysterious, it seems to be logical. Regardless of whether it is a fantasy, an ideal, or a fact, it doesn't matter if you dial a number like this and try it out. With the mentality of what the Shanghainese call "making a tent", he jumped to the phone and dialed a number as usual: 25132. He grabbed the microphone and listened excitedly and curiously.

Buzzing, someone is talking.Pause, dial again, still buzzing. That phone looked pretty busy. Dial the third time and the call is connected.A girl's voice, the other party asked angrily: "Who are you looking for?" "Are you..." he asked back. "No. 24, Haipeng Road." The other party immediately added: "Miss Li is not at home!" Strangely, no one mentioned Miss Zhang or Miss Li, but the other party automatically explained that "Miss Li is not at home!" It can be seen that quite a lot of people called the so-called Miss Li on that phone.enough!This one sentence is enough!At this time, some things he saw in the mortuary overnight jumped out of his mind: the first was the paper cigarette tails stained with lipstick, and the second was the picture of the woman being moved under the glass plate.At least one woman here has shown up.Well, it seems that fantasy is no longer fantasy, maybe fantasy is about to become reality.

He was so excited that he was about to jump up!Hurry up and call again. This time, he was calling his subordinate Xiao Han——Han Xiaowei, a 24-year-old vigilant and active young man, smarter than a sea dog, and who knows more about people and things in Shanghai than a fairy many.His nickname is "Shanghai Encyclopedia".After a while, he heard the "encyclopedia" ask on the phone: "Who? Xiefu (Ckef is called the leader in French)? What's your order?" "Look in your 'encyclopedia', who lives at No. 24 Haipeng Road? If it's not listed in your edition, can you try to look it up?"

"Are you asking about No. 24 Haipeng Road? Let me think about it, um, this..." The other party pondered for a while: "There is no need to check. It is a lonely small garden house, and the owner's surname is Cao." Lu Ping was thinking, it seems that the house must be very famous, otherwise, that "encyclopedia" would not remember it so clearly.He said: "Ah, the owner's surname is Cao. Is there a lady surnamed Li in that room? It's probably Muzi Li." "Yes, Miss Li." The other party said immediately, but he corrected himself: "You remembered wrongly. It was the dawn of dawn. Huh! Xiefu, don't you even know this famous courtesan?" "I'm so ashamed!" There was a bit of sarcasm here: "What's her name? Please advise." "Ah, she has countless names like you: Li Zhihua, Li Guizhen, Li Mingmou, Li Yanan, Li Lan, Li..." "Don't get married again, I like to be together, but not to be away." The side hurriedly stopped: "What is her usual name?" "Li Yanan." "Is she pretty?" "Extremely beautiful! Does it need to be said?" Lu Ping felt the other party's saliva, which was about to flow from the wire. "Does she have the habit of wearing lipstick?" "A cup of fruit sundae, without a bright red cherry on top, lacks harmony in tone. Don't you think so? Haha!" "Does she smoke cigarettes?" "Addiction is almost as big as you are." "Do you know, this Miss Li, what is her relationship with the owner surnamed Cao?" "Well, this, this is not very clear. She probably lived in the family of Cao. But now, she has almost become the owner of the house." "Do you know the phone number of that house?" "Of course, that's four seven one one!" "What?" Lu Ping said, "4711? A four-character phone number?" "I mean, quite a few people know the number of that phone, and it almost smells like 4711." The other party was smiling: "Wait a minute, let me think about it, it seems like 25..." "Two-five-one-three-two, isn't it?" This side connected him immediately. "Yes yes yes, two five one three two." At this time, Lu Ping was so excited that he was about to scream.He grabbed the microphone and said loudly: "Hey, Xiao Han, do you have a way to investigate where this courtesan often goes?" "Probably possible." "Then, hurry up and investigate her whereabouts at night, from nine o'clock... no, it can be from ten o'clock to twelve o'clock, within these two hours, where is she? Be clear." "why?" "Don't worry about it, I'll wait for the report within four hours. If it's too late, you can ask Dajiaoba to help you investigate, okay?" "Okay! Any orders?" "temporarily unavailable." Scratch. He put down the receiver and rubbed his hands together frantically.Now, his fantasies -- let's not say fantasies -- are almost gradually becoming reality.He suppressed his excitement, sat down, whistled, smoked, and thought.He felt that Mr. Chen Miaogen, he represented the number of 25132 with that messy stack of banknotes, that was really clever.In the dead man's imagination, he must be looking forward to someone. That person is as alert as him. When he sees the stack of banknotes under the telephone, he may understand that this is a telephone number and From this phone number, one can immediately know who is related to the murder.Well, what a clever way! In the moment of contemplation, he felt that his ideal had been transformed from points into lines, from lines into planes, and then put together several planes to form a three-dimensional figure that could be grasped in his hand. He couldn't be happier. At the same time, he was extremely anxious.In just one hour, he had checked his watch several times, and he was eagerly hoping that Xiao Han would send the report back earlier.However, the telephone dozed off on the wall and there was no sound at all. At this moment, the door of the room was opened lightly, and a person walked into the room waddlingly and stepping on duck-like steps.