Chapter 209

After receiving the report, the agents of the interior bureau did not dare to delay. Soon the streets of Kutuzov street were full of police cars. The entire apartment building of the Moscow film studio was cordoned off by the police. In Zhuoya Fedorova's room, forensic officers are carefully searching for all possible evidence to provide more clues for the colleagues handling the case.

Inspector Kirilenko was smoking outside the corridor, anxiously waiting for the results inside. As an old policeman, it is basic common sense to hand over the complete scene to the forensic colleagues. Before the result comes out, even if he is in a hurry, he must wait outside at this time.

About an hour and a half later, several cigarette butts had been put in the garbage can next to Kirilenko. Kirilenko finished his cigarette and was about to have another one. From the room out of a forensics report to him: "the scene has been investigated, the murderer did not leave any clues.". However, several pieces of jewelry in the room were stolen. It is preliminarily suspected that it was an acquaintance of Zhuoya Fedorova who committed the crime and stole her jewelry after killing her in a premeditated way! "

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

"The trademark and serial number of national jewelry company were found on the empty jewelry box found at the scene. We have contacted them and they will send us the information as soon as possible!" The forensic officer continued.

"Well, you can do it! Let me know if you find anything Kirilenko replied.

With that, Kirilenko went into the elevator and down to the first floor. Through the porch, into the duty officer's office, there are several police are questioning the reporter Andre.

Andre has been asked for more than an hour. Since the police arrived here, they have not stopped questioning him. At this time, he is on the verge of collapse. He can begin to deal with all kinds of questions from the police more and more impatiently. Andre has answered some questions more than ten times.

"Again, why did you go into 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 more than ten times. Can't you go to find the real murderer? " Andre suddenly roared fiercely and began to knock his head on the table.

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

"Have you found anything?" Kirilenko asked as he smoked.

"No, the old man said the same thing every time. There was nothing suspicious about it. Besides, a resident of the same building told us that he was called to repair the water pipe at the time of the crime. There was no time to commit the crime!" The person in charge here said.

"If you don't find anything, let him go! Go and find out the lost jewels of Zoya Fedorova first Kirilenko said. The other side nodded in agreement, Kirilenko patted him on the shoulder, then turned and left.

Since there are no valuable clues here, Kirilenko is ready to go back. He said goodbye to his colleagues, walked out of the apartment building, sat in 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.

From the apartment building where the crime happened to the office of the national jewelry company, it was almost through the whole city of Moscow. Kirilenko was starving at this time. He ate a little casually, filled his stomach temporarily, sounded the siren and went all the way. It took him almost an hour or so.

By the time he got to the national jewelry company, it was lunch break time for him. Fortunately, the staff in charge of his reception have been waiting for him. Kirilenko showed his identification and explained his intention. The other party took him into a meeting room, and soon brought the information of these jewelry to Kirilenko.

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

"What do you mean, these jewelry are still in the national jewelry company?" Said Kirilenko, somewhat surprised.

"Yes, they should be safe in the underground vault of the Central Bank of Moscow. With respect, we will not sell these jewelry to customers at all. They are not ordinary jewelry. They originally belonged to the family of Czar Nicholas II and 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, only when we need them for exhibition, We'll take this jewel out of the Treasury of the Central Bank of Moscow! " The staff explained patiently.

"Have you confirmed that these jewels are still well preserved?" Kirilenko warned with some uneasiness.

"Yes, of course. We have already called the Treasury of the Central Bank of Moscow to confirm it!" The other replied with a smile.

"So is it possible that what's in the vault is a fake?" Kirilenko continued.

"It's really... It's really imaginative. It's the Treasury of the Central Bank of Moscow. How can this happen?" The other side replied with a smile, a look of indifference in his eyes.

"I think you should make sure, otherwise no one will be killed. I think it's very likely that the jewelry in the vault is fake, and the one taken by the murderer is real." Kirilenko will never let go of this doubt if he does not see the result with his own eyes.

"But we don't have the authority to check the contents of the Treasury, which is the central treasury of the country. It's not something that our small state-owned company can investigate! " Said the staff in embarrassment.

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

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

Kirilenko's face was full of disappointment, seeing that the only clue was about to break here. Kirilenko's heart was extremely unwilling, but helpless. Although the police of the Ministry of the interior look at their prestige, they are nothing in the eyes of the real authorities.