Chapter 123: Work These Damn Bastards To Death
Last night, quite a few people learned about Scarface being beaten, and because of that, the news that her younger brother had been arrested reached her ears.
She had been planning all morning to rush over as soon as the Master got up and beg him to think of a way to rescue her younger brother.
But she didn’t know that her Master had already given the order last night to eliminate Louzi, and if she knew, who knows what she would think.
Of course, no one told her, so she was naturally in the dark, rushing excitedly to the courtyard house, and before she could even enter the door, she heard news that made her world collapse: her Master Scarface had been assassinated last night, and the Scarface wife she hated to the bone was silenced along with him.
She was thunderstruck and stood frozen on the spot.
“You’re called He Lan, right.”
Fujita Sosuke had no mind to care about her feelings, and with a stern face asked: “I ask you, since you’re his Concubine, why didn’t you live together with him.”
The Kuomintang’s agents love most to train beautiful female agents; these agents appear delicate and frail on the surface, but in reality each one is ruthless and vicious, man-killing dagger roses!
He Lan wiped her tears; facing Taijun’s question, how could she dare not answer? Sobbing, she replied: “The First Wife wouldn’t let me live here, so the Master arranged for me to stay in a small courtyard outside.”
Fujita Sosuke and Ono Shiota exchanged a glance; Ono Shiota nodded lightly, indicating she wasn’t lying.
The documents showed that Scarface’s First Wife was jealous by nature; it was impossible for a Concubine to live in this courtyard house.
But precisely because of this, it indirectly saved their lives.
Given the killer’s ruthless methods, if they had lived here too, they might all have been silenced.
“Stretch out your hand.”
After examining it, both hands had delicate skin, with no calluses on the tiger’s mouth, palm, or fingers.
Not seeing the result he wanted, Fujita Sosuke was somewhat disappointed.
“Do you know who your man offended recently, or what things he did?”
He Lan shook her head blankly: “The Master never told me about these things; only the First Wife would know.”
Fujita Sosuke furrowed his brows; asking three questions and getting three unknowns—what the hell was there to ask!
But he hadn’t expected to get any information from her anyway, so he waved her aside and brought in the old Butler for questioning.
After a round of questioning, Fujita Sosuke’s head was about to ache.
Because Scarface had way too many enemies; just around Tianqiao, his foes were countless.
The only scrap of information—barely even information—was that in the past couple of days, Scarface’s younger brothers had clashed with Cao Weida, and because of it, Scarface had been summoned by Tada Naoyoshi and given a good beating.
“Really couldn’t get even one useful piece of information.” Ono Shiota shook his head, walked to the corpse, squatted down, and asked: “Takeda-kun, any discoveries? Any connection to that mysterious person?”
“Officer, hard to say.” Takeda Naoto reached out and gently touched the wound on the corpse:
“The killer is very skilled with knives; the blade edge is direct and clean, one strike fatal. From the shape of the blade edge, it’s a common dagger on the market; finding the killer from the dagger is basically unrealistic.”
“And that mysterious person’s consistent killing technique is directly snapping the neck, which differs greatly from this killing technique.”
“From the deceased’s condition, the deceased showed no resistance before death; logically, if it were the mysterious person, wouldn’t snapping the neck be simpler?”
“Moreover, the mysterious person always takes the corpse away after killing; last night under such convenient conditions, the killer didn’t do so, which doesn’t match the mysterious person’s usual style.”
At this point, Takeda Naoto stood up and began removing his gloves.
“Inside the room was cleaned very thoroughly, indicating this person is extremely professional, leaving no usable clues.”
“This is somewhat similar to that mysterious person’s professionalism, so it can’t be ruled out that it was the mysterious person, but any competent agent could do it.”
Fujita Sosuke’s forehead veins throbbed; a whole lot of talk that amounted to nothing useful!
“However…”
Fujita Sosuke hurriedly asked: “However what?”
Takeda Naoto reached to the side, and his assistant handed over a document from the ground. “It rained last night, making the land muddy; though the killer was cautious, he still left some traces.
We collected the killer’s footprints in the courtyard’s garden; based on the length, depth, and depression of the footprints, we judge the killer’s height to be around 1.8 meters, weight around 110 kilograms.”
“This standard is uncommon in Beiping; the documents are here, hope it helps your arrest of the killer.”
Human height and footprint length have a proportional relationship; the principle is that the body’s limbs and height follow certain regular proportions, and footprint length as a mark of the foot can indirectly reflect the approximate range of lower limb and overall height.
Taking Asian yellow race males as example, adult male height is approximately 6.876 times the footprint length.
Weight can be estimated from the depth and area of the footprint.
Heavier people, due to center of gravity, leave deeper footprints on soft ground, with more obvious depressions in the arch, heel, etc., and possibly larger overall load-bearing area.
Using this to judge, one can roughly determine a person’s weight range.
“Yōshi, Takeda-kun, thanks for the hard work!” Finally hearing some rare good news, Fujita Sosuke’s face finally showed a smile.
Though this case might not be related to the mysterious person, as long as there was a sliver of hope, he would investigate it thoroughly.
After all, no one wants a sword hanging over their head at any moment—who knows when it might suddenly drop and kill them?
The best way, of course, is to remove that sword for the most security.
This wasn’t just his thought; all Japanese people and traitors in Beiping thought the same.
“Ono-kun, Fujita-kun.” Cao Weida ran in panting; at the door, he didn’t even need to show identification—the guards gave him a friendly smile.
“Cao Sang, how’s the matter handled?”
Cao Weida ran up close and said softly: “Ono-kun, rest assured, it’s all been handled; the ashes have been scattered, absolutely no flaws to trace.”
Damn little devils, that’s how it should be for you—may you die with nowhere to be buried!
“Yōshi, Cao Sang, you’ve handled it very well.”
See, even the little devils themselves say it’s good.
“Ono-kun, any clues here?”
Hearing this, Ono Shiota first glanced at the documents, then at Cao Weida, shaking his head inwardly: height was close enough, but 110 kilograms…
Fujita Sosuke asked curiously from the side: “Cao Sang, why do you care so much about this?”
“Cough cough… um,” Cao Weida glanced at Ono Shiota, stammering unsure how to reply.
Ono Shiota found it amusing and leaned in to explain to Fujita Sosuke: “This morning I asked him some things… He’s definitely worried the mysterious person will come for him; after all, he’s quite close to us, and with his courage…”
Hearing this, Fujita Sosuke could understand; though Cao Weida now relied on them and acted somewhat arrogant on the daily, his cowardly and fearful nature hadn’t changed—the title of Three Cowards of the Rat’s Gallbladder wasn’t for nothing.
He held back his laughter and said: “Cao Sang, rest assured, we’ll do our utmost to ensure your safety.”
“Moreover, Ono-kun is right; you basically don’t match the mysterious person’s assassination profile.”
He exchanged a glance with Ono Shiota; both understood each other—Cao Weida was their God of Wealth, money bag; in the future, for anything shady, try to keep Cao Weida out of it.
If he did something truly heinous to China and drew the mysterious person’s attention and got killed, it would be more loss than gain.
If Cao Weida knew what they were thinking, he’d probably burst out laughing: damn it, if killing you didn’t do me more harm than good, you’d long since be one of my KPIs!
Ono Shiota picked up:
“Right, now Sang Liuji has gloriously sacrificed for the great goal of ‘Greater East Asia Co-Prosperity Sphere’; you were previously the Patrol Captain of their team, always just holding an empty title before, but now that he’s sacrificed, you have to take over his mess, quickly stabilize morale, ensure public order in your jurisdiction.”
“Also, here’s a document that might relate to the mysterious person; take a copy back, have the patrolmen below stay alert, and if they spot any suspicious persons matching it, arrest immediately!”
Cao Weida feigned curiosity as he took the documents, looked them over, and said delightedly: “Ono-kun, with this document, catching the killer will be much simpler! Not many people match these conditions!”
These days, due to supply shortages, hard living, etc., even reaching 1.74 meters was pretty good.
Beiping males of this era generally ranged 168-171 cm, and were mostly skinny.
While according to the documents, 180 cm height and 110 kg weight was absolutely scarce.
“Yeah,” After confirming Cao Weida wasn’t their killer, Ono Shiota fully dropped his guard. “Though it’s not certain if the killer is the mysterious person, at least it’s a clue; if that mysterious person really is the killer, he won’t be able to hide anymore!”
“Yes! If we catch the mysterious person, Ono-kun and Fujita-kun will have earned great merit!” Cao Weida flattered, while inwardly snickering.
For him, with top-tier criminal investigation ability and top-tier Dragonfly Touching Water lightness skill, how could he leave such an obvious flaw for the little devils.
These were just clues he deliberately left.
Whatever the little devils’ investigators knew, he knew too—even more professionally than those investigators.
Those footprints in the flower bed were deliberately left by him; when jumping down, he used kung fu to increase the landing force, holding a weighted object in hand, all to mislead their eyes and focus all attention on that nonexistent killer.
This way, he could maximize the safety of Kuomintang and Communist Party infiltrators in Beiping.
Let them search; tire out these damn ones, and in the end leave them with nothing!
