The tragedy at No. 23 Foch Road shocked the French Concession, and some old capitalist countries, such as Britain, France, the United States, Germany, and Japan, spoke out one after another, condemning the atrocities that occurred in the Concession and demanding that the Concession Board of Directors crack the case as soon as possible and severely punish the murderers.

There was such a big case, and several directors were already panicking. They all know what 23 Rue Foch does, and every year they get a lot of filial piety from James, as well as a lot of extra dividends, which is simply their money bag. Now someone not only touched their money bags, but also emptied the entire bag and took it away, which is no different from moving their ancestral grave.

The patrol house in the French Concession is like an ant that has blown up its nest, and there is no longer the atmosphere of the past commanding, and everyone is crying like a dead father.

There was an order from above, if the case could not be solved within three days this time, no matter who it was, they would all pack up and go home, and no one would be left. With this layer of pressure, those patrols used twice as much strength as usual, and strung around the streets and alleys, hoping to find a clue. But two days passed, and the people and tools who committed the crime disappeared without a trace as if they had flown into the sky, leaving no trace.

In the patrol room, several French inspectors sat together and gathered their subordinates to discuss. After all, there is only one day left, and if it continues like this, I'm afraid everyone will be doomed.

Just when everyone was worried, a guy with a fat physique and a meaty face took the initiative to stand up.

"Inspector General, I have an idea, I don't know if it's okay?"

A French inspector general was like a drowning man grasping a straw, and urged repeatedly: "Detective Huang, I remember you. You've always been clever and have a lot of ideas, so let's talk about it, what kind of idea is it? ”

The guy surnamed Huang was flattered and said, "Mr. Fivoli, I didn't expect you to remember me. My thought was, since we didn't have any clues, and we didn't find Mr. James, who was responsible, why didn't we put everything on him, and say that he was in prison and thief, and that he had fled in fear of crime. In addition, there are so many underground gangs in Shanghai, just find a random one with no background, just say that they cooperated with James to solve this big case, and we will buy another dead man from their house and let him come forward to identify it. When the time comes, kill people and want James, wouldn't it be the best of both worlds! ”

When a few French people heard it, damn it, they can solve the case like this, this Chinese man is really cunning. However, he rushed to the hospital in a hurry, and the time was tight anyway, so he either closed the case haphazardly or went home. Weigh the two trade-offs, and of course know how to choose.

"Okay, just follow the method Huang said. There is still one day, everyone will help, make the case a reality, and save our common jobs! If anyone leaks the bottom and leaks the news, he will not be able to get along with the hundreds of people in our patrol room, and everyone will be punished! ”

As soon as the deadline for the third day arrived, the news broke out from the French Concession Board of Directors. This time, the case of No. 23 Foch Road was actually done by the person in charge, James, and the remnants of the Shanghai Tang National Advancement Association, Ying Ajiu and others. Later, because of the uneven distribution of the spoils, James shot and killed Ying Ajiu, fled with the money and goods, and only captured a few remnants of the National Communist Party.

Because of James's disappearance, and a member of the Communist Association came forward to identify him, the patrol room took out a batch of cigarettes and soil that he copied and passed it off as stolen goods. In this way, an earth-shattering case was easily covered up by a cadre of the patrol room of the French Concession. As long as the guys in the Board of Directors have a statement, who is willing to distinguish the truth from the falsehood of the facts, not only insisting that James did it, but also promoting and raising all the meritorious personnel who have solved the case. The agent surnamed Huang, who came up with the idea, was actually promoted to detective this time, which was an unexpected joy, which caused the envy of a group of Chinese detectives.

Not long after, the major tobacco houses in the French Concession re-imported a batch of tobacco soil from other channels, and the tobacco houses that had been closed for many days reopened, and the smokers came in and out, and the days returned to normal. Only James, who was sent to the San Francisco steamer in a daze, was still adrift at sea in ignorance. When he learned the news, he knew that he could not return to Shanghai or return to China, so he went incognito and went to the gold mine to become a miner, and later married a wife and had children, and lived to be 80 years old, which can be regarded as a good death.

Kong Xi got four-tenths, and after going to the dots, he still had plenty of money, and his support for Mr. Sun became bigger and bigger, and he was praised by Mr. Sun himself. Wang Yaqiao's hammer deal was done, and the overstretched status quo was suddenly changed, and the brothers under him all got a large amount of settling-in money, and the axe gang was united, and the cohesion and combat effectiveness were bursting, and they soon became famous in Shanghai and became a dark horse, and their strength chased the green and red gangs.

After Wang Mengxiong came up with an idea, he no longer paid attention to the follow-up things, but concentrated on his studies, practiced natural skills, and lived a very leisurely life.

Towards the end of the year, the school announced the results of the exams. Although Wang Mengxiong was very careful to deliberately answer some test questions incorrectly, he still ranked first in the overall score, and unsurprisingly moved up two levels and directly promoted to Xiyizhai. According to later calculations, this is already equivalent to the level of the sixth grade of primary school.

Before the holiday, Wang Mengxiong received a pair of calligraphy and paintings from Mr. Li Guanghou, a former substitute teacher. It is painted with daffodils and inscribed with a poem.

"Life is like a dream, and sorrow is in my heart. Sprinkle the remaining two lines of tears, and chant into an autumn. At the end of the day, the bright moon went down to the south building. There is no longevity in life, and the danqing feathers remain. ”

Wang Mengxiong found someone to frame this calligraphy and painting and collected it in a precious place. This thing is rare, and if it is passed on to children and grandchildren in the future, it can be regarded as an heirloom!

"It would be better if Mr. Li could write down that farewell poem again, and if it was put aside in the future generations, why wouldn't it be worth millions?" Wang Mengxiong thought greedily, so that Teacher Li Guanghou in the distance sneezed several times in a row.

After the school holiday, Wang Mengxiong's life became more and more leisurely. On the big world side, Gu Chuanbiao has not allowed him to perform on stage, for fear that his reputation will not be good in the future. As for Wang Yaqiao's side, he didn't want to show his face all the time, lest he be marked as an axe gang in the future.

After thinking about it, Wang Mengxiong, who felt that there was nothing to do, moved the idea of traveling. It happened that at this time, I received a letter from my master Du Xinwu, asking him to go to Beijing to meet those brothers who had never met. He hurriedly took the letter to Gu Chuanbiao and told him his plan.

Although Gu Chuanbiao no longer treats Wang Mengxiong as a child at this time, he is still not at ease.

"Why don't I let Chuanqi accompany you and take care of you on the way?"

"Alright, alright! The class wanted to think about me, so they dismissed this idea. If you take her, you may not know who will take care of whom! ”

Wang Mengxiong's head is big when he sees Gu Chuanqi now, maybe because he hasn't studied much, every time after school, Gu Chuanqi always pulls him to ask about school. Wang Mengxiong's mouth was dry, but she was full of relish, and later Wang Mengxiong came back like a thief, avoiding the girl.

"Speak ill of me behind your back, I've been caught!"

Gu Chuanqi didn't know where it came from, pointed at Wang Mengxiong's nose, and said angrily.