Chapter 21 Chapter 21

The plane arrived on time, and Baisha and I were waiting at the gate. Haimolai was the second to come out.As he walked, he was talking to a very handsome man.The man had a neat short gray mustache.Looks like a banker, but a little too much. Hermolay was in high spirits, as if he had enjoyed his journey.Seeing us, he took the initiative to walk towards us, but before he arrived, his hand was already stretched out far away, with his unique smile hanging from the corner of his mouth. His pleasantries with Baisha were brief, but most of his attention was on me. Lai, I'm so glad to meet you!I wish you could pick me up at the airport, it's so kind of you.Lai, I want you to meet me, sorry, I forgot all manners.Mrs. Ko, allow me to introduce Officer Bian of the New Orleans Police.And this is Lai Tangnuo, Officer Bian.

We shake hands with each other. Highmore clearly appreciates that he is in control.He said: Officer Bian is a ballistic expert.He was the best criminal in New Orleans.He brought the gun, Lai.I told him you were with me when the gun was found, and we debated whether to turn it over to the police right away, or wait until after you were in Los Angeles investigating the Go Howard murder. Mr. Hai glanced at me deliberately, as if giving me an idea. His opening remarks were a direction that must be followed, and he asked me not to object. I nodded to Officer Bian and said: I have already contacted Officer Lang from the Headquarters here.

You didn't tell him about the gun, did you?asked Highmore. I pretended to be surprised: Gun, why?No!I understand you want me to come here only to investigate a homicide.If the murder was .38, and if the murder gun is never found, I'll let you know and you'll call the police. You're right, said Highmore, that's the way I know it, but, he went on, you were with me when I first found this gun out of the desk, weren't you ?This is what Officer Bian needs to figure out the most.What he wants is confirmation. I turned to Officer Bian and said: Mr. Hai is checking the desk.Some papers could be seen falling from a drawer into the back partition of the desk.While we were trying to get them out, we found a gun.

If you see that gun again, of course you will recognize it.The police asked me. I said: That is the Fulcrum 38 caliber, blue steel, I don’t know the brand, I Officer Bian said: That's not what it means.I mean I can recognize that gun. I looked at him ignorantly: what, I can tell you its general appearance.What kind of gun is it like. But, you can't specify that the gun I brought is the one you found? Of course it was the gun.Haimolai said. I hesitated for a while, and after a while I said: Of course neither of us thought of writing down the factory number.We just see that gun and we put it back where it belonged.As long as Mr. Hai thinks it's the gun, I'm fine.

Of course it's the same gun, said Mr. Hay, and I promise you it is. Police officer Bian said: Your promise is useless, we need to convince the jury. Oh, that's fine too.Haimolai said confidently. I said to Officer Bian: If you brought the gun, maybe I can identify it.I'll carve a signature on it, it might work. Bian said: This is a great idea.When you stand on the witness stand, you don't have to say when the signature was engraved, understand? I do not understand. The District Attorney will simply ask you: Mr. Lai, let me show you this signed gun.I ask who you engraved your signature on.So you said: I carved it.He asked again: why?You said: This way you can tell it's the same gun next time you see it.The prosecutor might ask: Is this the gun you found with Mr. Highmore in the New Orleans apartment?

I said: I see. That's great.Haimolai said: We both should have our signatures engraved on it. Officer Bian took us to a corner of the waiting room.He said: We will do it now, because I will go to the police station here immediately to fire a few test warheads and compare them with the warheads that killed Gao Haode. We watched as he sat down, put his suitcase on his lap, and took a wooden box out of it.He pulled the lid off the wooden box.Lying in the box, fastened with strings is the . 38 blue steel revolver that the detective agency handed over to me a month ago. Hemolay reached out and patted it, and it was this one.He said emphatically: This is what Mr. Lai and I found.I would bet one in ten that this gun also killed that Gao.

Get your signature engraved on it.Officer Bian handed him a sharp knife as he spoke. Highmore etched his signature with a sharp knife into the metal on the rubber edge of the gun grip. Officer Bian handed me the gun. I looked at the gun carefully: I thought it was the same gun.Of course I didn't write down the number.but it seems Haimolai said: There is nothing to say, Lai.Of course it was the gun.You also know it's the gun. i think at least it looks Officer Bian said: Right here, engrave your signature on it.He handed me the knife. Baisha looked at the gun and at me.Her face was like plaster.Morley grinned.

Officer Bian said: OK, now you have identified the gun yourself.There is no way to change your mind.Besides, repetition is very bad for yourself.Be careful not to be confused by treacherous lawyers under strict questioning. Announcement from the airport broadcasting system: Attention Officer Bian of the New Orleans Police Department, please contact the box office for your telegram, thank you. Officer Bian said: I'm sorry.Close the suitcase.Go to the window by yourself. Haimolai said: You have a good memory, you didn't forget the gun.Lai, we should have written down the number when we first met.

Bai Sha said: Tang Nuo, I wonder why you can't even think of this? Highmore said: "There's nothing wrong with him being a clever owl.Mrs. Ke.But even owls sometimes blink.This is the little thing he missed Baisha interrupted him and looked at me bitterly: our owl never blinked, he was engrossed. Officer Bian came to us with a telegram in his hand, and he asked, Lai, did you get on a plane in Fort Worth on Saturday night? What's the matter?I asked. Do you have? have. Well, Lai Tangnuo, I want you to come with me to the main office right now. I said: Sorry, I have other things to do.It's all important.

I don't care if it's important or not, you have to follow me. Do you have this right? Officer Bian put his hands in his trouser pockets.I thought he was going to pull out a gun, but instead he came out with a coin. see it?He said: This is my right. five points?I asked: only five cents? No, I use the five points to make a call to the police station in this city, and I have their backing, and I have all the rights I want. I looked at Highmore and realized he was looking at me too.I looked at Baisha, her small twinkling eyes were focused on me.I looked at Police Officer Bian, his gray eyes were fixed, calm, and determined.

Are you coming with me now?Officer Bian asked. I said: Just use your money to call.I head for the exit. Kebaisha and Haimolai stood numb and bewildered, as if I suddenly took off the mask and they were seeing strangers. Officer Bian regarded this kind of thing as an inevitable result, and probably knew it would be like this from the beginning.He took his time and calmly walked towards the phone booth. The company car was right outside and I jumped in to buy time.Must bypass for safety.I went up to Fanuai via Purbank, down Ventura Boulevard to Wilshire Boulevard via West Powell, and from there I went straight into Los Angeles.I know that Police Officer Bian will call the police station to close the other road, they think they can catch a turtle.