Traveling through 1937, I came to fight against the Kwantung Army

"Gao Ming, tell me, what's going on with Deputy Director Xichuan?"

"Director, according to my investigation, Xichuan must have been choked to death by sewage!"

Song Jia'an breathed a sigh of relief. The old devil was drunk and fell into the pit. It was not my fault!

But what was surprising was that the location of the manure pit was not on his route back to the police station! Hearing this, Song Jiaan's heartbeat suddenly accelerated.

"What on earth do you mean by that?" he asked, eyes wide.

"Director, in my humble opinion, we cannot completely rule out the possibility of homicide! After all, Xichuan was drunk at the time. If he was ambushed by someone..." Gao Ming hesitated to speak.

"Okay, okay, don't make random guesses without solid evidence! It's obvious that this was an accidental fall caused by drunkenness!" Song Jia'an seemed a little anxious and interrupted with a wave of his hand.

"Okay, I understand!" Gao Ming also seemed to understand.

Yi Er ran into the room again, looking panicked and stumbling.

"Oh no! Xiao Wang is dead! Director!" he shouted in horror.

After hearing the news, Song Jiaan jumped up from his seat as if he had been electrocuted: "What's going on? What happened?"

Yizier gasped and said, "This morning, Xiao Wang went out to buy groceries, but when he came back, he suddenly fainted in front of the door of our police station! Chief, please go over and take a look!"

Various possible reasons and plots kept emerging in Song Jiaan's mind, and his mood became increasingly heavy and nervous...

He ran over immediately.

At the door of the police station, there was a policeman lying, with bags of meat, cabbage and other things scattered around him.

Several policemen were squatting on the ground, watching, and when they saw Song Jiaan, they immediately stood up.

Song Jiaan looked down and saw a young policeman, no more than 20 years old, lying on his back with his arms and legs spread out.

There was a weird smile on his face, as if he had just experienced something exciting!

"Director, there are no scars, no gunshots, no knife wounds!"

"Director, does this little Wang have any hidden illness?"

Several people felt it was strange and started talking about it!

Song Jiaan felt his hair stand on end. Two people died. If it was all a coincidence, then it must be a ghost!

"Carry him away first. I'll go call Director Huang!"

At this point, Song Jiaan knew the situation was serious and he had to report quickly and ask for support!

Song Jia'an took a deep breath, tightly gripped the telephone receiver on the table, and shook the handle vigorously.

However, no matter how hard he tried, the microphone remained silent, as if swallowed by a mysterious force.

His heartbeat suddenly accelerated, a thin layer of sweat appeared on his forehead, and an ominous premonition came to his heart.

"It's over... the phone line is also broken..." Song Jiaan muttered to himself, his voice trembling uncontrollably.

Yi Er, who was standing nearby, turned pale as paper, with fear in his eyes. He seemed to have foreseen what might happen next, and his heart was filled with fear and uneasiness.

At this moment, the whole room fell into deathly silence, with only the two people's nervous breathing intertwined together, and the atmosphere was so depressing that it made people breathless.

"Xiaobai, ride your horse to the Nantou Bunker and inform the three brothers there! Tell them to step up their guard!"

A young policeman responded and rode out of the yard on a horse.

Song Jiaan was watching from a distance behind. He asked the policeman to scout the way. If everything went well, he planned to take everyone to hide in the Nantou bunker!

I haven't walked a hundred meters yet.

The policeman suddenly fell off his horse, his hands tightly covering his neck!

Song Jiaan roared in fear.

"Close the gate! Tell the brothers to guard the yard!"

Song Jia'an took out a box gun and a fierce look appeared on his face. Since they are here, he might as well fight to the death!

There was no movement. A group of policemen stayed in the yard until dark. Apart from water, they had no food!

There were only six of them left, and they were starving.

Seeing that this would not work, Song Jiaan shouted,

"Lao Gao, go buy some food on the street! We are starving!"

Apart from him and Yizier, there are four policemen left. Only Gao Ming has some experience, while the other three are still young and inexperienced.

Gao Ming shook his head.

"Director, the other side didn't even fire a shot and three of us died. I don't want to die if I go out now!"

Song Jiaan was so angry that he wanted to shoot him, but there was nothing he could do!

Time slowly came to night,

The night enveloped the earth, and it was pitch black. The moon was covered by dark clouds, and the stars disappeared without a trace. The wind blew quietly and silently, bringing a hint of coolness, as if foreshadowing something ominous.

The silence around me was unsettling; I could only hear my own breathing and heartbeat.

The sound of the wind gradually grew louder, and the branches swayed in the wind, making a creaking sound, as if countless pairs of eyes were peering in the darkness.

Several policemen were complaining and hoped to go back to their rooms to sleep. Song Jiaan had no choice but to leave one ear to accompany him in the office!

He didn't feel sleepy at all and was afraid that he would never wake up again after falling asleep!

Song Jiaan sat on the chair in the office, his eyes wide open, not daring to slack off at all.

Due to the high level of mental tension, he felt sleepy all night and his ear kept yawning.

I drank another glass of water.

Song Jiaan felt his stomach was bloated, and he said to Yi Yi Er,

"Just keep an eye on it, I'm going to relieve myself!"

A trace of fear flashed through one ear and eye.

"Director, please come back quickly!"

He was already extremely complaining in his heart, as the other policemen had all gone to sleep, but he was still here to keep them company!

"Got it! I'll be back soon!"

Song Jiaan picked up the box gun on the table and said impatiently,

Fortunately, the toilet was at the corner of the yard. If it was outside the yard, he would not dare to go there.

After solving the urgent problem with one hand, Song Jiaan returned to the office with a gun in hand.

When he pushed the door open, he actually saw Yi'er sitting on his chair with his back to him!

Song Jiaan couldn't help but feel a little angry. He had fought so hard to get this position.

"One ear, get up!"

One ear didn't move at all, as if it had fallen asleep!

Song Jiaan felt something was wrong. He walked to Yi'er and suddenly found that Yi'er was wearing a mask!

When he turned around completely, he screamed in horror.

"King of Hell! Someone is coming!"

He fired several rounds from his box gun at the person on the chair.

The masked man's head drooped sideways, and it was obvious that he had died.

Song Jiaan trembled and jumped off the mask with a pistol.

The face behind appeared, it was just an ear with a piece of cloth stuffed in its mouth, it had been beaten to death by him!

It was still quiet all around, no one came, as if this was not a police station but a haunted house!

Song Jiaan's eyes were bloodshot, as if they were about to bleed. His spirit completely collapsed, and he fell into an extremely crazy state. Suddenly, he let out a roar that resounded throughout the courtyard.

He raised the pistol in his hand tremblingly, pointing the black muzzle straight at his temple, and pulled the trigger!

Two ghostly figures appeared in the room.

One of them laughed and said,

"Master, why don't you just shoot him to death? Why do you have to torture him for so long?"

"Beat him to death? That's too easy for this traitor. I hate traitors the most!"

"Master, the poison needle you gave me is really useful! It's more convenient than a flying knife!"

"Ding Shan, I don't have an antidote for this poison needle, so you better use it slowly!"