I make a living solving crimes.

(It has been under review for four consecutive days. The third chapter was rewritten yesterday. Some readers have skipped the review and read it first. If you are interested, you can go back and read it again.)

(I can only skip the domestic part for now and go to Hong Kong Island for a few days to reorganize my thoughts.)

Red beans grow in southern countries,

How many branches will bloom in spring?

May you pick more.

This thing is the most Acacia.

Chang Wei didn't have any friends whose names contained the character "龟", so when he heard this poem, he thought of his family in the north.

Hearing that Chang Long now had the nickname "Drum Tower Cub Tiger" and had two generals, "Drum Tower Little Bear" and "Drum Tower Club", by his side, he almost spit out his food when he heard the news.

It seemed that Old Man Zhang had really taught the little girl a lot of real skills. In addition, she had eaten a lot of physical fitness fruits, and now she was as light as a swallow, and her punches and kicks were as fast as the wind, with quite the demeanor of a female hero.

If she continues to develop like this, in another ten years, she might become a leader in the martial arts world.

Chang Wei couldn't help but think that when the country issued a call for heroes, the little girl might lead a group of martial arts masters wearing monk robes and Taoist robes to the northern border to fight the Russians.

A bloody battle was going on in the front, and at the end of the team, there was a girl of about seventeen or eighteen years old, biting a candied haws in her mouth, with two generals standing beside her, jumping and shouting "Come on!" It was so weird just thinking about it.

Forget it, the little girl has good ideas and I don’t need to worry too much. As for Chang Tian, ​​this honest child is devoted to his studies and I don’t need to worry about him.

He came out of the room and squinted his eyes. The sun was shining brightly and it was almost ten o'clock.

Although it is still winter in the north, the climate in Guangzhou already feels like early summer.

"Hello, Team Leader Chang!" The comrade in charge of reception probably came from the north and spoke standard Mandarin. He saluted and continued, "Are you going out for an inspection? Do you need a guide?"

"Okay." Chang Wei returned the greeting. "Just walk around and find a comrade who is familiar with the streets to lead the way."

"Yes." The receptionist immediately went to find someone to arrange it.

In the hotel yard, Ma Han was wiping an old Ford sedan. When he saw Chang Wei coming, he immediately stood up and saluted, "Hello, Team Leader!"

"You are my comrade, there is no need to be so reserved." Chang Wei walked over slowly, pinched his arm, and heard that his breathing was much smoother than yesterday. He smiled and asked, "Old Ma, did you take the medicine I gave you yesterday?"

"I have eaten it. Thank you, team leader. I haven't slept so soundly in a long time." Ma Han nodded vigorously, with gratitude in his eyes.

Chang Wei came out this time and prepared many kinds of medicine. The one given to Ma Han was actually the one with the least content. He made fifty pills with one physical constitution fruit and the matching medicinal materials. The efficacy was significant, but not exaggerated.

"Take all ten pills. You have an old injury. Don't delay any longer." Chang Wei loosened his arm, thought for a while, and said, "Good medicine tastes bitter but is good for the disease."

"I'm not afraid of hardship." Ma Han answered seriously.

The taste is indeed bad, but so what!

The injury has been with him for more than ten years. He even has to gasp for breath when walking. Because of this disease, he is still alone.

Chang Wei understood his intentions. After a moment of silence, he comforted him, "You have a proper job now. When you recover, find a good woman and live a good life."

"Thank you for your concern, Team Leader. I cannot thank you enough for your kindness. I will remember this."

"Well, go ask the political commissar if he wants to go out for a walk." Chang Wei ordered without any politeness.

"Yes."

After a while, the sound of leather shoes behind him swayed and sounded like a woman's charm. Chang Wei turned around and saw that after taking off the heavy cotton coat, Fan Tuaner's long legs became a few inches longer, and they were particularly eye-catching when walking in the sun.

"Where do you want to go?" She walked up to Chang Wei, pulled his clothes, and frowned slightly, saying, "The clothes have been folded for too long and are wrinkled. We should iron them first."

"It's not that particular." Chang Wei patted his collar and looked at the guide following behind Fan Tuan'er, "Go south and take a look at the Pearl River."

The roads in Guangzhou are not as straight and wide as those in Beijing and Nanjing. Ma Han has been studying the map since arriving yesterday and has barely memorized a few main roads. Fortunately, there is a guide sitting in the passenger seat to show the way at any time.

The vehicle headed towards Shamian Island on the Pearl River.

Before 1859, Shamian Island was mostly inhabited by fishermen and was an important place for domestic and foreign trade and for defending against foreign enemies.

Later, this place became a concession and formed a relatively complete building block. In recent years, several brother countries have built foreign affairs agencies here. The architectural styles are diverse and very exotic.

Chang Wei would definitely not go into a church. After visiting the old site of the customs building, he walked to the shore and looked at the endless stream of ships on the river. He sighed, "It's worthy of being Guangzhou. It has been a port for trade for two hundred years. It is indeed different from the capital."

Fan Tuan'er walked over and said with a smile: "There have been Thirteen Hongs here since the Qing Dynasty. It is the most prosperous place in the country. There used to be a saying of Dongshan Master and Xiguan Miss."

Dongshan Young Master refers to the children of officials, such as Chang Wei.

Oh, he is not a young master. If he gets married, he will be a master.

Chang Wei leaned over the railing and looked towards the river, curiously asking, "Do people in Yangcheng like swimming?"

"I'm from the south and grew up by the river, so I've been able to swim since I was a child." The comrade in charge of guiding answered with a smile.

Chang Wei pointed and asked, "Will you go swimming in this kind of weather?"

The guide came over and looked in the direction of Chang Wei's finger, his expression a little unnatural.

At the river beach, forty or fifty people gathered together, men and women, young and old, holding wooden swimming rings, soaking in the water and learning how to swim.

Seeing Chang Wei's puzzled expression, he whispered: "Leader, these people probably want to escape to Hong Kong."

Chang Wei was stunned, very surprised by such an answer.

"Are there many people running away? So blatantly?"

"A lot, especially since the year before last. In some places, 30% of a village has fled. It's hard to control them."

The guide was from the Investigation Department, so he naturally didn't dare to hide anything in front of Chang Wei. Seeing that he was interested, he continued, "It's better here. There are about 500 people escaping from Bao County, Guancheng, and Huicheng every day. At the worst time, there were thousands of people hiding on the beach every day."

There were some things he hadn't said.

On the road from east to west in Bao County, which is over a hundred miles long, the migrants from the north came in groups, carrying the elderly and children, like a "large army marching south". They were so aggressive that it was almost impossible to resist.

In addition to their large numbers, some of the refugees were organized and led by a leader. Each of them held a wooden stick more than 4 feet long and threatened: "When we reach the border, no matter who tries to stop us, we cannot retreat. We must fight them with sticks and continue to rush forward. Even if they are shot, we must not retreat or fall behind. Anyone who falls behind will be beaten with sticks."

Some refugees also held hands and stood shoulder to shoulder in a demonstration, forcing the police to open the gates.