Alexander Ivanovic has really felt that Yalishan University has been in trouble recently. As the director of the Petrograd City Police Department, he has not had a good sleep in the past month, for fear that he would find his black hat disappear as soon as he woke up the next morning.

This is not a joke. In fact, there were a few days when Director Alexander had reached the verge of being dismissed. His Majesty Nicholas II was very dissatisfied with his work ability and attitude, and believed that Director Alexander was just a perfect bucket. He could not handle even a few protesters and marched, and allowed these unruly people to do whatever they wanted in the great Petrograd.

Especially when His Majesty Nicholas II saw the scene of Director Alexander's uniformed loving people in the newspaper, he really wanted to shoot the fat and fat Director Alexander directly to kill him.

Fortunately, the unruly people in Petrograd made a big fuss in those days, and the traffic and communications around Petrograd were completely paralyzed. Otherwise, Director Alexander would have received a dismissal letter from His Majesty Nicholas II. After that, as we all know, His Majesty Nicholas II stepped down in disgrace, and he would never have the chance to deal with the poor Director.

Of course, the fall of the Tsar did not mean that Alexander's throne of director was stabilized. The power reshuffle of the entire Russia made his heart that had just fallen into his stomach raise again. Especially after the Soviets expressed strong dissatisfaction with the old bureaucrats controlling the Russian local authority, Alexander's insomnia syndrome was in trouble again. Fortunately, he was smart enough to pass through the back door of the Prime Minister and Minister of Internal Affairs Duke Lewoff in a timely manner, and kept his position without any danger.

To be honest, Alexander was a little proud. He could stand firm after storms, so he clearly sent a signal to the monsters and monsters of Petrograd - I was strong in the background, so you should be honest if you know each other, otherwise I would deal with you in a minute.

At least Alexander himself felt that he had sent such a signal. Who made the current situation in Russia's political arena very unstable? The group of great people in Russia who are the most capable and capable of turbulent are crowded in the capital. If he did not send out a little tough signal, the director would probably not be able to do it in a day.

Of course, the actual effect is not as good as the director estimates. The great people in the Russian political arena are not even too tempted by the provisional government, let alone the police chief who is not a fool. So what should be made on the streets should be made, what should be made of fire, as for the police in Petrograd. Then, we are the onlookers, we are the soy sauce party, don’t hurt the innocent, dear, you can do whatever you want.

So Director Alexander has had a little hardship these days. Yesterday he was secretly wondering if he would give the Prime Minister another generous gift, and who asked the grandsons of the Ministry of Foreign Affairs to find him every few days, accusing him of standing by and watching the chaotic situation in Petrograd and giving those noisy opposition parties too much to speak.

Who would have thought that before Alexander could give out the generous gift, something even more difficult was delivered to the door. A vicious murder case occurred in the Red Cross Hospital, with more than one or two deaths. More than ten deaths were killed in one breath. The death was so ugly, and now the host of the bureau was in chaos in the wind.

Why?

Who doesn’t know that the backstage boss of the Red Cross Hospital is Niu Niu, and many medical staff are the second professions of many of them. Alexander knows it clearly, but even if he knows, he doesn’t dare to go up and arrest people casually. Who made the big men of the Provisional Government flatter others? Isn’t it just a discomfort to catch people at home?

Alexander thought very clearly that he, the police chief, was a big shot. Petrograd water was too deep, and he could not afford to offend anyone. No one dared to offend him. It would be better to be a monk and hit a bell for a day, and to make a fortune every day, so he would not offend anyone.

So Alexander turned a blind eye and pretended not to see the little actions of the British intelligence department. You just toss and do whatever you want. If you can't afford to mess with me, I can't afford to hide it?

But who would have thought that a sudden disaster would come from the sky, and he was shot while lying down. Damn, who was the one who was so stupid that he would be brave enough to mess with the British. If you want to mess with you secretly, don’t cause human life, let alone the whole city of storm. Damn, isn’t this asking for trouble for me?

On that day, the fat Alexander received a call from Foreign Minister Milukov. He squirted the saliva on the face of the bureau through the phone, and even greeted the director of the bureau’s immediate relatives. Anyway, it was the same - you, a fat man, just do it... Anyway, the result cannot make me, no, you can’t make the British master happy, and you, the police chief, have done your best.

Of course, Milukov had some obscure hints on the phone. If Alexander had not been able to fool things through successfully, he would have spent the second half of his life in the iron window of Peter and Paul Fortress. Milukov believed that the prisoners there would be kind enough to entertain the hosts at the office.

At that time, Alexander felt that the chrysanthemums were tightened. It was obvious that the Minister of Foreign Affairs had planned to use him as a scapegoat to take the blame, which was not good news. So the director who had been foolish and pretended to be stupid and could not sit still. He immediately summoned his elite soldiers and generals, and the case must be solved within three days. Otherwise, I will be in prison and you will be vulnerable!

Logically speaking, Petrograd is at the foot of the emperor. He has to have two tricks to work here. The police and detectives here should be the strongest elites in the country. That's right, but the elites also have to have references. For example, the beauty pageant of Brazzaville, Congo and Aunt Black from Somalia. Even if they choose the best, most of the most selected beauties are malnourished.

The same is true for Russian police. These uncles bears are good at drinking vodka, but they really stayed in the Middle Ages when they conduct criminal investigations. The key is to send prisoners under sticks. The joke of police catching rabbits is not only suitable for police in harmonious countries, but also for mao Mao bears.

So the task was to be sent down, and the work efficiency was high. Not to mention three days or three hours, the Russian elite police handed over the bear that was beaten to the bruised face. No, the rabbit was handed over.

Well, the poor rabbit master was speechless. What he really wanted was not the result. Look at this rabbit, although it was big and round waist, it looked like a fool. Damn it was full of alcohol and the vodka was so knotted that his tongue was tied. You said that this grandson killed more than a dozen British guys alone, who would believe it?

"Director, as long as there is an explanation, it will be done, no matter whether they believe it or not!"

"Fuck!" Alexander slapped the table directly. Do you think this is fooling us? Damn, the one who asked me for the result is the British, and no one dares to fool those big masters!

"Let's go check again. Go check immediately. If you dare to do something perfunctory, I will shoot you now!"

Looking at the proud soldiers who were waving away, Alexander felt a sense of powerlessness. They were all a group of pigs, and they couldn't do this. I don't believe that if I kill these people, there would be no clue.

The facts proved that the master of the bureau thought too simply. Three days have passed, let alone clues. The elites under him have no clue at all. They have implicated him and are scolded every day, and pretend to be grandson when they see anyone.

"You idiots can't be smart, be more powerful, and catch the murderer quickly, otherwise we will have to take advantage of it!" Alexander cheered the soldiers at the mobilization meeting, "If anyone catches the murderer, he will immediately reward 100,000 rubles. The official promotion will be promoted to the third level!"

Otherwise, how could money make the devil push? Under the stimulation of the heavy reward from the host, all the people burst into enthusiasm, and they used their brains to make efforts. Not to mention, the three cobblers were really better than Zhuge Liang.

"Director, I think the breakthrough point in this matter must be placed on the British."

"Why?"

Alexander now felt a headache when he heard the words "The British" and he wanted the British in the world to die. He asked him to be humble and smiled at the British again. He really felt tired of it.

"It's very simple!" The person who spoke continued to fool him. "Think about it, we all know what the Red Cross Hospital does. Maybe it's just that the British have to worry about some secret activities, and then they kill and silence them. If we want to solve the case, we have to follow the clues. First of all, we have to know what they are doing. Sherlock Holmes has no choice but to come!"

Alexander felt that something was right, but he had the courage to ask the British for secrets? Even if he dared, the British would not tell him.

"What you said is nonsense, it's useless at all!"

The person who came up with the idea was dissatisfied and said angrily: "How come it is useless? Don't the British still have two living mouths? They were on the scene when something happened. Only they know what happened at that time. If you have the skill to make things difficult for us, why don't you ask them? Maybe once you ask, the case will be concluded."

This method is good, the problem is that it doesn't work at all, why? Although the master of the bureau is a stake, the matter is related to the happiness of the second half of his life. No matter how lazy or useless he is, he dare not remain indifferent. He is also studying the case file, hoping to find some clues.

At that time, he also noticed that the doors and windows of the crime scene were locked, and it was a secret room where even mice could not enter. The first thing to suspect in such a case was the living room in the secret room, and they were the most suspicious. So at that time, he reported this situation to the British and asked for the interrogation of the living room.

But how did the British answer him? What did they say is related to their state secrets? And after their interrogation, there was no suspicion of surviving. It was best to ask the officials not to waste their time on this. It was better to catch the real murderer seriously.

Well, Alexander was so angry at that time. Damn, is your British saying human words? Why did the murders that happened on our Russian land have something to do with your state secrets?

And even if it is related to state secrets, your two survivors are, one is not a diplomat, and the other is no diplomatic immunity. I don’t want to interrogate him, I will just arrest him and throw him into prison. Now, I have to listen to you when you say this, Damn, is this Britain or Russia?

In secret, Alexander scolded the British all the time, which was too unreasonable. Are we polar bears or are you polar bears? But he just thought about these words in his heart. Who made the British awesome now? Who made the Provisional Government take this British trick? The boss on it didn't sit upright, and he could harden his little shrimp like him?

So Alexander vetoed this proposal impatiently and warned his men: "Don't worry about the British. Even if the murderer is them, we can only say that it is not. The British will definitely not be the murderer, and they cannot even be suspicious. If I find someone chewing around, then congratulations, you will have a break in the rest of your life. The gates of Peter and Paul prison will be open to you, and the British will be happy to see you disappear from the world!"

"Then how to investigate this case?"

Alexander curled his lips and ordered weakly: "Check as much as you should, but the focus of the investigation is on the Germans and Austrians. As our common enemy, only they are the most suspicious!"

Speaking of this, the bureau chief came to a little bit of spirit: "I think whether it is the British, the Ministry of Foreign Affairs, or the Prime Minister, you are willing to see an evil German committing a bloody crime at the Red Cross Hospital... Do you understand what I mean?"

What else can I not understand? The people below are really clear, they are just framed! Anyway, they have no psychological burden to frame the Germans, but the key question at the moment is, where can I find such a group of Germans? Damn. After the war broke out, the Germans had already escaped. Where can I find them in the past half time?

Alexander suddenly became unhappy and thought to himself that what kind of waste is there in my hands? What a simple thing, I insisted on me to say it thoroughly. He got angry at that time: "You can't find a living German. You can't find a dead German?"

This sentence is simply enlightening. The grandsons below are all understanding. It is so easy to deal with the dead Germans. If the dead are stripped of their own, can you get nationality? Then, it will be written by them.

I wonder if Alexander was really worried about his opponents, so he reminded him again: "Be beautiful, don't let me wipe your butts again!"

Some people say that this is not a police trick to catch rabbits, but just a replacement for a live rabbit to a dead rabbit. It’s too uncreative, right? Director Alexander sneered at this. So what if the trick is old? As long as you can pass the test, as long as it works, he will be fine!

Besides, the director of the bureau has already decided in his heart. This is the British's plan. Something happened to your own territory. It was dead and it made a big deal. There was no way to explain it, so I can only use our little Russian police to push the jar. You can't do the fifteenth day of the first day of the lunar month?

With this conspiracy, Alexander immediately called Milukov to prepare to inform the Minister of Foreign Affairs of the good news that there was a "major progress". It was not that he was in a hurry, but that time was not waiting for anyone. Milukov had long disliked him, but he was afraid that the other party would take him down with a quick knife. That would be a scoundrel.

"Operator, pick up Foreign Minister Mirukov!"

As the phone was answered, Alexander cleared his throat and prepared to report the good news, but before he could speak, a very bad voice came from the phone: "Who!"

This word made Alexander's heart skip, and the little bit of anxiety that had just risen suddenly disappeared. He slowed down his tone and greeted intimately: "Hello, Mr. Minister, I am Alexander."

Milukov became increasingly impatient on the phone: "Which Alexander?"

Alexander thought to himself that something was wrong. Did he call him wrong and he was so angry? So his posture was even lower, almost flattering: "It's the police chief..."

Before he finished speaking, Milukov scolded him in a slight manner: "It turns out that it's you, you, the trash! Tell me what you are doing? Do you, the police chief, don't want to do it anymore?"

Alexander was puzzled and had no idea what had happened. It was unreasonable that the meeting had just ended. The Ministry of Foreign Affairs knew that he was going to fool things, right?

"Why don't you talk anymore!" Milukov seemed increasingly irritated. If it weren't for the phone call, he would have given the bureau a living meal. "I tell you, you must give me an explanation for this..."

The more Alexander heard, the more wrong he became. He didn't care about his superiors and inferiority, and immediately interrupted: "Mr. Minister, what happened to make you so angry? Did the British urge you again? I'm here to inform you of the good news. We found the clues of the murderer and we can solve the case today!"

Alexander thought that after he said this, Milukov was embarrassed to scold him again. Who would have thought that the Minister was even more angry and his tone rose up one octave: "Idiot! How did you be the police chief? You don't know if something big happened? Even a pig reacted faster than you! Get over immediately, immediately, did you hear it?"

Alexander was completely frightened and his mind was blank. Could it be that something big happened? Thinking of this, he quickly called the secretary and asked her to check what big happened today, which could make Milukov so angry. It seemed that it was even bigger than the British. Before he could figure out the reason for the incident, he didn't have the courage to find Milukov.

Alexander's little secretary was still very efficient. He took a while to figure things out. After listening to the report, the government lie down on the ground. There was no way. The matter was really too big, so big that even his little shoulder could not bear it!

The army sent by Petrograd to the front line was stolen, and more than a thousand tons of grain, hundreds of thousands of bullets, dozens of tons of explosives, and several other important materials disappeared.

This is much more exciting than the murder case in the Red Cross Hospital. Anyway, no matter how many British people die, the tycoons of the Provisional Government feel pain at most, and this car of food is related to their vital interests. These are all real money! They just disappeared out of thin air. Do you think they can't be in a hurry? Can they not get angry? Can they not cause trouble for the police chief? (To be continued, please search for astronomy, novels are better, updated and faster!
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