Soviet Godfather

The agents of the Internal Affairs Bureau did not dare to delay the slightest after receiving the report, and soon the streets of Kutuzov Avenue were full of police cars. The entire Mosfilm apartment complex was cordoned off by police officers. In Zoya Fedorova's room, forensic personnel are carefully searching for all possible evidence to provide more clues to the colleagues handling the case.

Inspector Kirilenko was standing outside the corridor smoking a cigarette, anxiously waiting for the result inside. As an old policeman, it is common sense to hand over the complete scene to the forensic colleagues. Before the results come out, no matter how anxious he is, he must wait outside.

About an hour and a half later, there were several cigarette butts on the trash can next to Kirilenko. Kirilenko finished smoking the cigarette in his hand and was about to have another one. A forensic officer walked out of the room and reported to him: "The scene has been investigated, and the murderer did not leave any clues. However, several pieces of jewelry were stolen from the room. The initial suspicion is that Zhuoya Fedolo An acquaintance of the baby’s acquaintance committed the crime, and after premeditatedly killing her, stole her jewelry!"

"Oh? What kind of jewelry?" Kirilenko asked hastily.

"The trademark and serial number of the National Jewelry Company were found on the empty jewelry box found at the scene. I have contacted them and they will send us the information as soon as possible!" the forensics staff continued.

"Okay, go get busy! Let me know if you find anything!" Kirilenko replied.

After saying this, Kirilenko walked into the elevator and went down to the first floor. Pass through the porch and walk into the office of the officer on duty, where several policemen are questioning the reporter Andre.

Andre has been questioned for more than an hour. Since the police arrived here, they have not stopped interrogating him. At this time, he is already on the verge of collapse, and it has begun to deal with it more and more impatiently. All kinds of questions from the police, some of which Andre has already answered more than ten times.

"Say it again, why did you enter Zoya Fedorova's room!" the police kept asking.

"I've already said that I'm going to deliver newspapers to him, every day! I've answered it a dozen times, can't you go and find the real murderer!" Andre suddenly roared fiercely He got up and started banging his head on the table.

Seeing this situation, Kirilenko stopped the interrogation of the interrogators in the room. He called the person in charge here, handed him a cigarette, and then put another in his mouth. He took out a lighter and lit a cigarette for the other party first, then his own.

"Have you found anything?" Kirilenko asked while smoking a cigarette.

"No, what the old man said is the same every time, there is nothing suspicious, and a resident of the same building told us that he was called to repair the water pipe when the crime happened, and he had no time to commit crimes!" Here said the person in charge.

"Let him go if he finds nothing! Go and check Zoya Fedorova's lost jewels first!" Kirilenko said. The other party nodded in agreement, and Kirilenko patted him on the shoulder, then turned and left.

Since there are no valuable clues here, Kirilenko is ready to go back. He bid farewell to his colleagues, walked out of the apartment building, got into his car, took out the key, started the car, and drove to the office of the National Jewelry Company. He wanted to see for himself what the stolen jewelry looked like of.

From the apartment building where the incident occurred to the office of the National Jewelry Company, it was almost the entire Moscow city. Kirilenko was already hungry at this time.

He casually ate something to temporarily fill his stomach, sounded the siren and drove all the way, and it took him almost an hour or so.

When he arrived at the National Jewelry Company, it was already time for the other party to take a lunch break. Fortunately, the staff responsible for receiving him has been waiting for him. Kirilenko showed his certificate and explained his purpose. The other party brought him into a conference room, and after a while, he brought the materials of these jewelry and handed them to Kirilenko.

"According to the number you provided, I checked some internal materials of our company. According to the data, there is no record of these jewelry being sold, so I don't know how you found these jewelry boxes." The other party's staff replied road.

"What do you mean, you mean these pieces of jewelry are still in the National Jewelry Company?" Kirilenko said with some surprise.

"Yes, they should be safely stored in the underground vault of the Central Bank of Moscow. Please forgive me, we will not sell these jewelry to customers at all. They are not ordinary jewelry. They originally belonged to Tsar Nicholas II. The jewels of the family are very precious cultural relics. After the victory of the revolution, these things belong to the country. We can only borrow them when we need them. Propose it in your vault!" The staff patiently explained.

"Then have you confirmed whether these jewels are still properly preserved?" Kirilenko reminded with some concern.

"Of course it has been confirmed. We have already confirmed by phone to the vault of the Central Bank of Moscow!" The other party replied with a smile.

"Then is it possible that what is stored in the vault is a fake?" Kirilenko continued to ask.

"Your statement is really too imaginative. That's the treasury of the Central Bank of Moscow. How could such a thing happen?" The other party replied with a smile, with a look of indifference in his eyes.

"I think you should confirm it, otherwise it is impossible for someone to die. I think it is very likely that the jewels in the vault are fake, and the ones taken by the murderer are real." Kirilenko clenched on this doubt If he doesn't let go, he will never let go until he sees the result with his own eyes.

"But we don't have the authority to check the contents of the treasury. It's the central treasury of the country. It's not something our small state-owned company can investigate!" the staff said embarrassingly.

"Then how can we investigate the authenticity of the jewels in the vault?" Kirilenko kept asking.

"I don't know, because we have never had such a precedent!" The staff replied, shaking their heads regretfully.

Disappointment was written on Kirilenko's face, seeing that the only clue was about to be interrupted here. Kirilenko was extremely unwilling in his heart, but he was helpless. Although the police of the Ministry of the Interior look majestic, they are nothing in the eyes of the real power department. To be continued.