Zhang Dahua is one of the first batch of returnees who studied in Japan on official scholarship and obtained a law degree. Pen ~ fun ~ Ge www.biquge.info he has been a magistrate in the Shanghai No. 1 District Court in the Public Concession for six or seven years.

In the eyes of his colleagues, he is definitely an upright person. On the one hand, he has won the reputation of "Qingtian" by virtue of impartial law enforcement and high demeanor, and on the other hand, his jealous and hateful character has also offended many people.

It was precisely because of Zhang Dahua's fame that the new government sent many lobbyists in the hope of convincing him to take up a post in the Nanjing government, and promised him a high-ranking official. But without exception, he refused without hesitation. At the same time, many people persuaded him to leave Shanghai and avoid trouble. In this regard, Zhang Dahua did not agree. In his words, the country and the nation are in a time of crisis, and he hopes to be loyal to his duties in his lifetime and to be the pure land of the remaining concessions in Shanghai.

With such a person as the judge, when the case file of the "Zhongmei Daily" is placed on the desk, Zhang Dahua's attitude can be imagined.

It's just that there is a letter on his desk at the same time as the case file. Very common envelopes, without signatures. Unusually, two bullets came with the letter and the threat that he was acquitted of the accused.

"There is nothing to say! The spies of No. 76 were so rampant that they dared to be presumptuous in the public concession. Eight people were wounded, newspaper offices were smashed, and typesetting rooms and other facilities were damaged. How dare you ask me to acquit him? Zhang Dahua scoffed.

"You know, arresting Chinese engaged in political activities in the concession is allowed. They could have taken advantage of this loophole and presented the case as a conflict between newspaper staff members who resisted arrest because of their political activities. Qian Hongye, president of the Criminal Court, said.

"First of all, then, they have to come up with evidence that the newspaper staff are engaged in political activities. Even if it is proven, why did the arrest not be filed with the local law enforcement agency in advance, and acted on its own? Why did they clash with the patrol who rushed over afterwards and violently resisted arrest? They simply can't justify themselves! ”

"It's just giving you a step down. Aren't you clear about the means of number 76? Today they can send you two bullets, and tomorrow they could get them into your body. ”

"Am I less threatened in my life? If this is feared and compromised, then what justice is there for the whole society? Zhang Dahua's tone was not excited, but it was categorical.

"In that case, then I hope that from today onwards, you will be careful in everything. Commuting to and from work is accompanied by someone from the police force......"

"I disagree! If I do, it shows that I'm afraid! Zhang Dahua refused without thinking: "I will not show weakness to the traitor spy of No. 76!" ”

－－－－－－－－－－－－－－－－－－－－－－－－－－－－－－

"Good!" When the news came that the spy of No. 76 had been convicted and sentenced to prison, Li Shiqun nodded calmly and said. He stood up and paced a few steps. He turned back, picked up the teacup from the table, and threw it to the ground.

The lid of the cup crumbles into powder, and the tea leaves are splashed everywhere.

Li Shiqun looked at the water stains on the ground for a while, and suddenly smiled. This cold smile makes people shudder to watch.

"Do you really think I'm a bully? This time, I will let you see what the means of No. 76 are! ”

－－－－－－－－－－－－－－－－－－－－－－－－－－－－－－－－－

At the end of the day's work, Zhang Dahua picked up his briefcase and walked out of the courthouse with a bag. Because of the extra shift, it was already dark when I went out. He would pass by the dry cleaners after work and have to take his clothes to be washed.

It's just that as soon as he turned the corner, a man wearing sunglasses rushed over and almost bumped into him. "Be careful." He took a step back. But the man still pressed over him. When he felt something was wrong, the dagger in the man's hand had already been inserted into his heart!

Zhang Dahua's eyes were wide open, and his body was still upright. The man held him in one hand and twisted the dagger in the other. Blood gushed out, and in a short time it flowed all over the ground. The bag in Zhang Dahua's hand fell to the ground. The bag was unfolded, and the clothes inside were exposed, and it fell on the sticky red blood, which was a black judge's gown.

－－－－－－－－－－－－－－－－－－－－－－－－－－－－－－－－

The security in this area of the Public Concession has always been good, because this area is dominated by cultural people, and it is also a gathering place for the offices of various newspapers and magazines. Patrolmen rarely carry guns when patrolling here, and even if they do, they sometimes do not load bullets. They often carry a baton with them, and they work in pairs every three hours.

"Help, help!" The patrol heard someone shouting desperately in a dark alley next to him, and hurriedly took out his baton and rushed in. As a result, after not taking a few steps, it was gray and black in front of me. Then I could feel a hard guy smashing his head and face. Then, he was unconscious.

On this day, two groups of patrols were attacked while on patrol. They were all led to sparsely populated places and covered their heads with sacks, and their noses and faces were bruised and swollen, and their heads were bleeding, but they had no idea who the enemy of the black hand was.

Coincidentally, however, both groups were involved in one operation. In that operation, they arrested agent No. 76 who smashed the office of the Zhongmei Daily.

And the leader of that operation, a few days later, was found dead at home for a long time. His blackened tongue was long and spit out, and he had a hemp rope around his neck. He was strangled to death!

－－－－－－－－－－－－－－－－－－－－－－－－－－－－－－－－

The charity bazaar at the Npaia Building was held as scheduled.

The huge ballroom was brightly lit and crowded. People are either laughing, dancing, or laughing in a low voice, and grinding their ears and temples. The crystals on the chandelier reflect the pillars of light, in the glasses of champagne on the waiters' trays, on the shiny white pianos of the backing band, and on the dazzling jewels of the ladies and ladies. In the center of the dance hall, the water column in the fountain dances with the music, soaring straight into the sky, and scattered gracefully, and the water droplets that shimmer with colorful halos fall on the huge green plants next to the fountain, turning into transparent pearls, along the green and shining leaves, one by one.

The cups are staggered, and the wine is not drunk, and everyone is drunk. At such a time, no one will be unamable to mention that in reality, there are constant killings and disasters, and wars with rivers of blood. Although most of the celebrities in Shanghai who were invited to attend today were very generous in their donations, this charity gala not only raised a large amount of money, but also caused a social impact beyond expectations, which is enough to be called a success. But if you don't know how to talk about why the land of China is so devastated and why there are a large number of victims and wounded soldiers, people will turn their heads and prefer to close their eyes and listen just to enjoy the peace brought by a moment of escape.