Dreaming back to 1949, the great powers were there to deceive us

Inside the Modu Police Station, the lights dimmed and the atmosphere was oppressive. The plaster on the walls peeled, leaving mottled marks, and the floor, covered with old wooden floors, creaked from time to time. The holding room contained a few simple beds, their bedding yellowed and emitting a pungent odor.

Next to the bed stood some worn tables and chairs, their paint peeling off, revealing the natural color of the wood. In the corner of the detention room stood some buckets and toilets, the water in the buckets murky and the toilets emitting a foul odor.

At the door of the detention room, there stood a policeman, holding a baton, with a serious expression, watching every move in the detention room vigilantly.

Yu Bing never thought that one day he would be arrested here and wrongly accused.

He didn't stay in the detention room for long. After more than ten minutes, the police still interrogated him.

Inside the interrogation room, the lights were dim and the atmosphere was so oppressive it was almost suffocating. Criminal Investigation Section Chief Wang Qiang sat across from Zhang Yubing with a stern expression, his sharp gaze fixed on him.

"Yu Bing, do you know why I brought you here?"

Yu Bing raised his head and looked at him expressionlessly. This person must be new. Yu Bing had never seen him before.

"How do you know my name is Yu Bing?"

"Everyone knows the infamous names of the Four Pests of the Action Team. The police department has received a pile of reports a foot high. Do you want me to list all the awful things you've done?"

After Wang Qiang finished speaking, he slammed the table and shouted,

"I'm the one asking the questions now, stop rambling!"

Yu Bing grinned with a look of sarcasm on his face, and it was clear that he was despising Wang Qiang.

"Murder case, everyone knows what happened. Tell me what you want. I will never refuse if I can give it to you!"

Wang Qiang didn't seem to understand Yu Bing's meaning, or maybe he was pretending to be deaf and dumb.

"You were the only one at the scene of Chen Ba'e's death, Mr. Yu. Please tell me, why did that happen?"

As he said this, he took out a file bag and threw it on the table.

"You're armed and you say you're not a suspect. Who would believe you?"

Yu Bing still had no expression on his face.

"Chen Ba'e died from a sharp blade. When I caught up with him, he had already been murdered."

Wang Qiang suddenly remembered something and said with a smile,

"Do you have a gun permit?"

Throughout the Republic of China era, ordinary citizens were allowed to own guns. Due to social unrest and poor security, guns became a tool for self-defense for some. Furthermore, the government encouraged the public to own guns to strengthen national defense.

However, gun ownership also requires compliance with certain regulations and procedures. For example, in Shanghai in 1946, citizens were required to submit two bareheaded photos, letters of guarantee from three relatives or friends, and a 10 yuan processing fee to obtain a new gun license for their pistol. Furthermore, citizens were required to submit an application to the police station when purchasing ammunition and adhere to a series of gun regulations.

Yu Bing originally belonged to the Secret Service Department, so naturally he didn't need a gun license. After being fired, he didn't care about it anymore.

Therefore, he did not have a gun license, but Yu Bing was not worried. This was just a small matter, because the most he would get for illegal gun possession would be a fine or detention.

"The gun license is being processed."

Wang Qiang laughed and shouted,

"Tell me, what's the grudge between you and Chen Ba'er?"

……

At the Cathay Hotel, Hu Zhenhua broke a teacup.

He has already learned the news that Yu Bing has been arrested.

"Deputy Mayor Liu, let's wait and see!"

Guo Dachong sat aside and started smoking one cigarette after another. After hearing Lao Hu's roar, he responded lightly,

"Police Chief Mao Sen is an old man from the Secret Service!"

Hu Zhenhua looked at Guo Dachong in disbelief.

"Brother Guo, what do you mean? Did the flood flush out the Dragon King Temple? Or..."

Seeing Guo Dachong nodded, Hu Zhenhua fell weakly on the sofa. He was a little unbelievable and asked,

"Are small characters like us worthy of the intervention of a big shot like the director?"

Guo Dachong flicked the ashes from his hand and smiled bitterly.

"Who knows, maybe it was just a false alarm!"

Hu Zhenhua fell into deep thought.

The mahjong incident left a deep impression on him. There is no impenetrable wall in the world. If tribute is paid to the police station and the secret service, other departments will smell it and come to ask for more.

These people are greedier than each other.

At the moment, the only way is to prove that TA company is US-funded so that those parasites will give up.

In this era, it is almost impossible for a company to grow and develop.

Guo Dachong put out his cigarette, a determined look on his face.

"There are some things I really don't want to do, but I have to do them. Huazi, don't worry about it. I'll take care of it."

Guo Dachong meant what he said. After seeing the scenery from high up, who would want to struggle in a puddle?

How can pearls and jade be put in the same basket with rubble?

"Brother Guo, how are you going to handle this? This is a murder case!"

Guo Dachong shook his head and looked at Hu Zhenhua meaningfully. He always felt that Hu Zhenhua was very different after getting married, both in his work style and personality.

"It's better for you not to know about these dirty things!"

After saying that, Lao Guo stood up and prepared to leave.

Seeing that he couldn't get anything out of him, Hu Zhenhua shouted from behind,

"Brother Guo, don't be afraid to spend money, you must get Bingzi out!"

Old Guo didn't look back, waved his hand behind his back, and his figure disappeared around the corner.

When looking at a city, we should not only look at its skyscrapers, but also at the living conditions of the grassroots people. This is the true background of a city.

After leaving Huamao, Guo Dachong squeezed out of the crowd, called a rickshaw, and headed towards the city.

More than an hour later, he arrived at the so-called "slums."

The area is a scene of desolation and decay, with narrow, crowded streets winding and cramped, and houses low, dilapidated, and arranged in a haphazard manner. Walls, mostly made of yellow mud, are low and dilapidated. Simple shacks and humble dwellings are tightly packed together, forming a stark contrast to the bustling surroundings.

Life here is full of hardships and helplessness, as if it is a corner forgotten by the prosperity, forming a sharp contrast with the skyscrapers not far away, which is really sad.

This is the complex and real side of urban development.

Guo Dachong stopped at a shack, pushed open the door and walked in.

In fact, it’s more like a few wooden boards than a door.

The yard is very small, only about 20 square meters.

"Is Brother Wang at home?"

As soon as he finished speaking, a violent cough was heard from inside.

"come in!"

Guo Dachong took out a handkerchief, covered his mouth and nose with it, and walked in.

The dim room was filled with a faint smell of medicine. The pits and dents on the yellow mud walls seemed to tell of the vicissitudes of time, and the simple furniture was placed alone, revealing an endless desolation.

Lying on the bed, the patient's face was gaunt, his eyes lifeless, and his weak breathing seemed ready to cease at any moment. Beside him, on a worn table lay some long-used medicine bottles and a half-empty bowl of medicine.

The entire house seemed bare, with barely any extraneous items besides the essentials. In the corner, a worn stool leaned lopsidedly, as if unable to bear the weight of the heavy atmosphere. The windows were covered with a few sheets of old newspaper, barely blocking the draft. Because of this, the light that filtered in seemed so dim.

When the man surnamed Wang saw that it was Guo Da Chong, he fell off the bed, tumbling and scrambling, shouting,

"Boss, has my son San'er gotten into trouble again? I'll apologize to you on his behalf!"

Guo Dachong was a little disgusted, took two steps back, and said coldly,

"Your third child is fine, I'm here to see you!"

The man surnamed Wang finally regained his composure and stood up with difficulty. He wanted to ask Lao Guo to sit down, but he didn't dare.

His name was Wang Jin. He had two daughters and one son. His two daughters were already married and their in-laws were all poor.

Wang Jin has another son at home, who is about sixteen or seventeen years old. He is a problem teenager. He wanders around the streets all day long and does not work. He once pickpocketed from Lao Guo.

Who is Lao Guo? He could swallow this humiliation and wanted to extort some money from the boy, but he didn't know the boy's family situation was so bad. Lao Guo could only beat the boy up and let the matter go.

Guo Dachong coughed twice and said,

"There's a murder case, and I hope you can take the blame. 200 dollars!"

There was no fear on the man surnamed Wang's face. On the contrary, he showed a hint of relief.

"Will family members be involved?"

"will not!"

Wang Jin was silent for a moment, then made a decision immediately.

"I do! But when will you pay me?"

Guo Dachong threw a package to him.

"Here's two hundred dollars. Remember, if you talk nonsense, watch out for your wife and son!"

The man surnamed Wang stared at the silver dollar, and finally a glimmer of light appeared in his eyes.

"I am a dying man, but at the end of my life I can still save money for my son to marry a wife. I am content!"

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