Chapter 2 Secret pursuit

Author: The bear skimming the treetops

Chapter 2 Secret pursuit

One midsummer day in the 25th year of the Republic of China, Lincheng, Jiangnan.

Fang now slowly walked out of a small alleyway facing east and west. At this time, he didn't know that something would happen in an hour that could change his fate.

He raised his wrist and looked at his watch. It was only nine-twenty.

But the weather seemed to be on fire. The asphalt road on the street was about to be melted by the sun. Hot air seeped out from the ground and slowly rose into the sky. Even the line of sight was slightly distorted.

But no matter how hot the weather is, people who should go out to make a living still have to go out, and there are not many people walking on the street. People are running for life, and Fang is now one of these countless living beings.

Just when he was about to merge into the surging crowd, a familiar figure came into view. He wanted to step forward and call him out, but finally gave up the idea.

If you fail to recover someone's stolen wallet, what can you do if you chase it after it?

So, Fang now stood at the entrance of the alley, putting one hand on his forehead to block the direct sunlight from above, squinting his eyes, and followed the back figure with apologetic eyes as he walked further and further away.

It wasn't until the other party disappeared into the crowd that he remembered that he was not wearing a police uniform today, but a student uniform.

His mission is not to catch the thief, but to secretly detect clues about a group of tomb robbers.

There are many ancient tombs in the Lincheng area. Driven by profit, tomb robberies are becoming more and more popular. Not long ago, an ancient tomb from the Southern Song Dynasty was stolen. Cunning tomb robbers usually go to other places to sell their stolen goods, so although this matter has been widely spread, the case will probably remain as high as ever.

Hang high.

However, a senior official of the Nanjing National Government returned to Lincheng to visit his relatives. When he was paying homage to his ancestors, he discovered that his ancestor's grave had been dug up.

The tombs of ancestors have been stolen, how will descendants rest in peace?

Senior official Lei Lei was furious and put pressure on the city police station, strictly ordering the case to be solved as soon as possible.

More than twenty days passed in a flash, and the police station spent a lot of police force, but there were no clues. The chief wanted to send out all the master cooks in the kitchen to find out the news.

It was under this situation that Fang began to become familiar with this ancient city bit by bit.

Today's sun was particularly hot, the air was stuffy and hot, and even breathing felt a little laborious. He took a few steps back and pulled at the collar of his shirt in the shade at the entrance of the alley to get some air.

Although there is no scorching sun here, there is not a trace of wind either. Sweat is constantly dripping down the sunburned cheeks. The clothes are also dry and wet, and it is indescribably uncomfortable to wrap them around my body.

Enter the main street from here, and walk more than 150 steps south to reach a small theater. This is the sixth place we want to go today, and it is also a place we need to pay special attention to.

From six o'clock to now, except for eating a bowl of shrimp wontons at a food stall, he has not stopped. He has traveled all over the surrounding tea gardens, taverns, restaurants, antique markets and other places. These places have a large flow of people, a mixture of good and bad people, and a lot of topics.

There are too many rights and wrongs to count, and the flow of information cannot be underestimated.

During the fifteen days he was assigned to work at the Lincheng Police Station after graduating from the Zhejiang Police Academy, his daily job was to travel here and there to find out information. If he had not reported back to Corey before six o'clock in the evening, he would have felt like he was just wandering around the city.

The lonely ghost.

Now I am majoring in foreign affairs. There are many people holding guns these days, but not many can speak foreign languages, especially those who can speak English, Japanese and other languages. Those are high-end talents.

I thought that I would be assigned to the Foreign Affairs Office with professional counterparts, but Lincheng was not a big city like Nanjing, Peking, or Shanghai. The head of the bureau believed that the existing personnel in the Foreign Affairs Office were enough to operate.

Director Du of the Personnel Office saw that Fang was now a good-looking man and could write well, so he deliberately asked him to go to the secretary's office and train him as a candidate for secretary to several bureau chiefs.

Unexpectedly, something went wrong again. The chief of the Detective Section, Zhou Xingang, relied on being the chief's confidant and stepped in to kill Fang Jin.

Director Du felt very sorry for Fang now, but Fang now felt that this arrangement was quite good.

The reason why he thinks this way is not because of the additional six yuan field subsidy from the Detective Division and other gray income, nor is it because he is imposing and bullying outside, but because he hides a secret in his heart that cannot be told.

In the past, he was not called by the name he is now. A month and a half ago, he was an old agent of the 21st century, but when he woke up, he became a student of the Zhejiang Police Academy of the Republic of China.

The parents were running a cloth business in Nanjing, and they were looking forward to their son wearing official clothes and shining brightly after graduation. However, something unexpected happened. They were both killed in a fire a year ago, and all the family assets they had accumulated for many years were destroyed.

The bizarre experience and tragic life experience made Fang now like a kite with a broken string, floating in the air with no foundation and no goal.

But as a human being in two lives, after experiencing a brief period of fear and confusion, he quickly integrated the memories of this life and adapted to his new identity.

Although he had a prediction of the future direction of history, he found that he was not happy at all. On the contrary, his heart was filled with an inexplicable sadness and an extremely strong sense of urgency.

One year later, the Japanese invaders will deliberately create the July 7th Incident and launch a full-scale war of aggression against China. The war will rage, the mountains and rivers will be shattered, and all life will be in ruins. The Chinese nation will also usher in the darkest moment of "hitting rock bottom."

At present, he must quickly establish a foothold in society and at the same time do something for this country and nation to the best of his ability.

In order to solve the case as soon as possible, the police department also offered a reward internally. The reward has increased from the initial 20 yuan to 100 yuan now, which is almost four times of Fang's current salary. Now that the legal currency has just been issued,

One hundred yuan can even buy two cows.

Without the support from his family, he can only rent the cheapest pavilion. If he can get this bonus, his living conditions can be greatly improved. Of course, what Fang cares more about now than the bonus is to quickly stand out with this case and win the trust of his boss.

appreciation.

The Detective Division mainly focuses on solving criminal cases, and has many intersections with the Lincheng Station of the Secret Service and the Lincheng Investigation Room of the Party Affairs Investigation Division. It is the first department with real power in the bureau.

For the other party now, quickly gaining Zhou Xingang's trust is his first small goal. Every step he has taken in the past fifteen days and every news he has learned are efforts to achieve this small goal.

But even though he was determined, physical fatigue was an indisputable fact.

Walking under the scorching sun is extremely exhausting, and Fang now feels like his throat is already smoking.

It would be great if I could drink a bowl of sour plum soup sold in the shop opposite the police station. One bowl costs three copper coins, and two bowls cost five coins. One gulp of it will make your chest cool and refreshing. It's indescribable.

While the taste of sour plum soup was still lingering in his mind, he quickly swallowed his saliva, but when he licked his lips to recollect the taste, they were as dry as ever.

Just when he was thinking wildly, he heard soft footsteps behind him.

Fifteen consecutive days of being a spy have made Fang's nerves extremely sensitive now.

Public security in this era is not good, and gangsters are everywhere. He cannot reveal his identity as a police officer and must be on guard at all times. In addition, these days, he always feels like there is a pair of eyes staring at him from behind, which makes him feel very uneasy.

Therefore, even when he was very tired, Fang now remained alert enough to turn around immediately.

But when he was about to turn around, he suddenly felt a chill coming from behind. He was so shocked that he didn't even care to turn around, so he flew up and kicked the person behind him without even looking.
Chapter completed!