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Chapter 7 Dark Tide

"Oh, be careful." A woman in a dark red cheongsam with heavy makeup was carrying a drunk man on her shoulders.

"Shang'er, come and give Yexiang one, hurry up." The man stroked his hands restlessly, and brought his face in front of Miao Shang'er.

Miao Shang'er looked at the man's face, suppressed his disgust, and gently pushed the man's chest with his hand painted with red Kodan, pretending to be shy and said: "Oh, there are many people here, we will meet again tomorrow... .”

The man frowned unhappily, squeezed Miao Shang'er's buttocks, and said sharply, "Hurry up!"

After Miao Shang'er was raped by the man, her beautiful eyes were clouded with mist, but she still immediately imprinted her red lips on the man's rough cheeks.

The man smiled happily, quickly kissed back, and comforted him: "Good boy, I'll be with you tomorrow." After speaking, he patted Miao Shang'er on the buttocks, and walked away crookedly.

"Master, go slowly." After the man left, Miao Shang'er desperately wiped the kissed face with a handkerchief, and the tender white skin was wiped with red marks, but even so, the next second Immediately, a smile appeared on his face, and he went back to serve the next guest.

After the man received a sweet kiss from the beauty, he hummed a ditty while walking on the road. He was so drunk that the man felt as if the street was spinning. He squinted his eyes and saw a person lying at the intersection in front of him. "Hey, dead?" The man stepped forward and kicked the man, "You fucking blocked my way, do you know that?"

Seeing that the man hadn't responded yet, the man squatted down to look, and saw an extremely thin man lying in a pool of blood, staring wide-eyed into the distance.

The man turned pale with fright, and fell to the ground. He found that his hands and clothes were also covered with blood, stood up tremblingly holding back the fear, stepped back carefully, and stared at the corpse on the ground until After losing sight, he turned his head and ran back.

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Zhong Chengyi leaned on the car and waited at Lin Xinshu's door with a pastry in his hand.

When Lin Xinshu went out and saw Zhong Chengyi waiting at the door like yesterday, he couldn't help being surprised: "What's wrong with you?"

Zhong Chengyi opened the car door and said to Lin Xinshu: "The weather has turned cold recently, so I came to change the car."

Lin Xinshu was puzzled by Zhong Chengyi's behavior of coming every day, but he couldn't refuse other people's kindness, so he got in the car and said, "You don't have to come to pick me up every day, and it shouldn't be a good time for you to come here."

Zhong Chengyi looked at Lin Xinshu, told a little lie, and said, "The servants at home have something to do and have gone back. No one cooks at home. I have been eating at Aunt Chen's house recently."

"Then why don't you bring Brother Qi with you?" Lin Xinshu asked suspiciously.

"Uh...that him...he went out too early, probably already here." Zhong Chengyi was afraid that he would not be able to keep up with the question, so he changed the subject and said, "Oh, that's right, that Qi Mingyang said you Recently, I was asking about the beds in the military hospital, and I went to ask about it and said that there are.”

Lin Xinshu said, "Oh yes, thank you."

Zhong Chengyi sent Lin Xinshu to the school. Coincidentally, he met Qi Mingyang who was riding a bicycle at the door, "Hey, Chengyi, it's so early."

Lin Xinshu looked at Qi Mingyang, then glanced at Zhong Chengyi lightly.

Zhong Chengyi smiled embarrassingly, and quickly stopped him and said: "Oh, Mingyang, you have been delayed on the road for too long, why did you arrive so late." After speaking, he patted Qi Mingyang on the shoulder.

Qi Mingyang looked at Zhong Chengyi, swallowed a mouthful of buns, and said, "Oh, the chain on my car fell off on the road, so I went to fix it, so it was too late."

Lin Xinshu didn't see anything unusual, he greeted the two and left.

After Lin Xinshu left, Qi Mingyang looked at Zhong Chengyi and said, "What's going on?"

"Oh, I see that the weather is getting colder, so I thought of giving it away."

Qi Mingyang squinted his eyes, patted Zhong Chengyi on the shoulder, and replied lightly, "Oh."

At this time, Adjutant Li stopped in front of the two of them, got out of the car, looked at Zhong Chengyi and said solemnly: "Master, Wu Changxu is dead."

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Inside the police station.

"It was already midnight when I came out of Zuixiangyuan last night, and the road was pitch black, and I was drowsy again. I saw someone lying in front of me from a long distance away, so I stepped forward and kicked him, and found that there was no one. He reacted and took a closer look and found that he was dead." The man was still a little shocked by the scene last night, even his voice was trembling, and he clasped his hands tightly, and continued, "I'm very timid. A person died on the street in the middle of the night. I was so scared that I ran away. I closed the door of the room and hid in the quilt. I didn’t sleep all night. My mind was full of that person’s death. I only recovered this morning. Reported."

Zhang San asked after listening to this person's statement: "Okay, then I want to ask what your name is, what you do, is there anyone who can prove that you went to Zuixianglou, and when did you leave?"

"Okay, officer. My name is Chen Zhongsheng. I run a small business. I don't have a wife at home. I occasionally go to Zuixiangyuan. The woman who accompanied me last night is Miao Shang'er. She can prove it."

"Go and find the Miao merchant in Zuixiangyuan." Zhang San said to the patrol next to him.

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"Come on, get out of the way! Get out of the way! People from the Patrol Bureau handle the case, get out of the way!"

Seeing a group of people in police uniforms coming in, the old bustard hurriedly came out and said, "Oh, my lord, what brought you here to us, why don't you have something to say, these are ours. The guests, surprised them, it is difficult for us to do business."

"Stop talking nonsense, hurry up and call out that Miao merchant of yours, we have something to ask."

When the old bustard heard that she was going to call Miao Shang'er, she was a little embarrassed and said: "Oh, Lord, Shang'er is still upstairs drinking with her, please ask me if you have anything to do."

The little patrolman went upstairs before he finished listening, and the old bustard followed behind, yelling.

"Oh, Mom, who's been arguing outside? The guests inside are all angry." Miao Shang'er leaned lazily against the door, playing with the embroidery in his hand.

The little patrolman walked up to Miao Shang'er, grabbed Miao Shang'er's wrist, and said, "You are Miao Shang'er, right? We need you for something, please come with me."

When Miao Shanger saw that it was someone from the police station, he was a little surprised and asked, "My lord, did Shang'er do something wrong? Why are all the people from the police station dispatched?"

Seeing that Miao Shang'er didn't cooperate, the little patrolman wanted to pull him away, but he never grabbed Miao Shang'er's wrist so hard that it was red.Miao Shanger yelled in pain: "Oh, sir, if you have something to say, it hurts me so much, and I didn't say I wouldn't cooperate with you. Be gentle, it really hurts."

Seeing that he hurt his hand, the little patrolman hurriedly let go of it in embarrassment.Miao Shang'er rubbed his wrists, and said coquettishly, "Oh, Lord, it's not that I won't go with you, why are you trying so hard?"

The little patrolman looked at the red wrist, frowned, and hurriedly said "sorry".

Miao Shang'er saw that he was a fool who only knew how to do things, so he chuckled lightly and got into the car with him.

"Master, you're here." Zhang San hurriedly greeted Zhong Chengyi when he saw Zhong Chengyi coming.

"Have you found out the cause of Wu Changxu's death?" Zhong Chengyi walked over and sat down, lit a cigarette and asked.

"Okay, sir. The cause of Wu Changxu's death was actually suicide. According to Wu Changxu's side room confession, Wu Changxu hadn't been home for nearly a month because of the sea salt merchants. I found out about Wu Changxu this morning. News of his death."

"Suicide?" Zhong Chengyi murmured and repeated these two words, "Why did you commit suicide, have you found out?"

When Zhang San heard Zhong Chengyi ask about the reason for his suicide, he was hesitant to speak, but said: "Master, this..."

"It's okay."

Zhang San walked a little closer to Zhong Chengyi, and said: "The doctor found through Wu Changxu's body that Wu Changxu had been taking tobacco for nearly half a month, and at the scene of the crime that night, some people said that they saw Wu Changxu walking up that building around midnight, but He looked the same back then, but he was a little thinner."

Zhong Chengyi frowned when he heard the word Yantu, took a puff of cigarette and continued to ask: "Who is the person who found the deceased and came to report the crime?"

Zhang San said: "The man's name is Chen Zhongsheng. He runs a small business. There is no wife or child at home. There is an old mother in his hometown. I found it when I came home last night. I was scared by the face of the deceased and hid at home all night. , I came here in a hurry to report the case this morning."

"Is there any possibility of homicide?" Zhong Chengyi asked.

"Probably not, sir. Because the resident on the opposite side of the building just got up at that hour last night. He said he heard the sound of something crashing. He opened the curtains and found nothing. He thought he heard it wrong, but he said he did see the opposite side. The roof was empty and there was no one there.”

Lieutenant Li stood beside him and asked: "How can that person be sure that no one is on the roof?"

Zhang San continued to reply, "Because that rooftop is facing the neon lights of the karaoke hall."

After hearing Zhang San's series of answers, Zhong Chengyi frowned even tighter. He tapped his fingers on the table lightly, and extinguished the cigarette butt in his mouth in the ashtray without thinking.Big cigarettes haven’t appeared in Shanghai for decades. Recently, its traces were found from the Nanjiang Wharf, and Wu Changxu committed suicide after smoking for nearly half a month. These seemingly ordinary things seem to be fueled by something.

The author has something to say: The first case has appeared!I didn’t write an outline, and Calvin is really amazing. I sorted out this case a little bit, and it’s best not to have any logic bugs (but I’m clearly writing an alternate history, why do I speak so modernly?) But I don’t know if there are any minor issues. Friends, if you have any, please comment and collect, please please??, I will work hard to update the article!