June 21, 1939, the fifth day of the fifth lunar month, Dragon Boat Festival. Pen @ fun @ pavilion wWw. ｂｉｑUｇE。 info The sky was overcast, there was a drizzle in the air, and the vision was blurry as far as the eye could see, and the people on the street could only get a rough idea. Ravaged by war and often bombed, Guxing City is full of ruins and ruins, although it is a traditional festival, the market is depressed, and the streets are only five or six out of ten shops that are open normally, and pedestrians are even more scarce.

But those who should go out on the streets must still go out. No matter how cruel the war is, people must live. In a residential house in the southeast of Yuping District, Guxing City, a young policeman wearing a black police uniform walked out. He has a broad forehead, two thick eyebrows slightly furrowed, a straight nose, and angular lips tightly pursed. This person's name is Zhu Muyun, and he is an ordinary patrol officer in the security department of the Guxing Police Station.

The current patrol police combine the responsibilities of modern patrol police, film police and urban management. Rickshaws and tricycles are in charge, small traders and hawkers are in charge, street patrols are in charge, other people's weddings and funerals are also in charge of them, and almost everything on the street is under their control. Traffic guidance, assisting in the investigation of cases, and even arresting anti-Japanese elements can all see the figure of patrol police.

Zhu Muyun glanced up at the sky lazily, muttered a sentence of "bad weather" in his mouth, and turned around to lock the door. Dusting his clothes, pressing his police hat, he trotted along the eaves and rushed into the alley.

“1、2、3…… 66。 Zhu Muyun thought silently in his heart, when he counted to 66, he knew that he had reached the mouth of the alley. From the day he started wearing his police uniform, he developed this habit every day when he went to work. There are still 37 steps from the alley to the nameless powder shop in front, and 4785 steps to the police station. Zhu Muyun's speed at work is two steps per second, and when he is on patrol, he takes one step per second on average.

"Brother Yun, shall I send you today?" As soon as he arrived at the mouth of the alley, a rickshaw suddenly rushed over and stopped beside Zhu Muyun. The coachman was also very young, with a smile on his thin face, looking at Zhu Muyun expectantly. His name is Sangongzi, his name is Jiang Qun, but since he can remember, few people will mention his name.

"What kind of car do you have for the Dragon Boat Festival, hurry back, I'll buy some particles in the evening, and weigh two catties of pig's head meat back." Zhu Muyun glanced at the third prince, frowned, and said in a low voice.

If you just listen to the name, no one would have thought that the third prince would be a rickshaw driver. Although he was wearing a hat on his head and a plastic sheet on his body, his lower body was almost soaked. When he was a child, the parents of the third son hoped that he could live the life of a son-in-law with fine clothes and food, but who would have thought that the third son could only work as a coolie when he became an adult.

"It's raining, and there are a lot of people in the car. If you want to weigh pork head, of course, it has to be a delicious restaurant. "The third prince is two years older than Zhu Muyun, and last year the RB people bombed Gu Xing, his home was gone, and his family was dead. If it weren't for Zhu Muyun, the current third prince would have become a cup of loess.

"Let's go to the front and eat rice noodles together." Zhu Muyun still didn't get on the bus, he had already made an agreement with the third prince for three chapters, and he resolutely did not take his rickshaw in the morning, and when he went to night school at night, he could let the third prince send it. In fact, he had wanted to buy a bicycle for a long time, but with his current salary, he might not be able to afford it for another year.

"Is there anything going on today?" The third prince didn't insist anymore, and followed Zhu Muyun to the nameless powder shop on the corner of the street in front. But the strange thing is that after the two went in, they sat back to back at two separate tables. The third prince glanced at the side, lowered his voice, and asked.

Zhu Muyun is a policeman, and the third son, a rickshaw driver, is naturally obligated to become his free spy. There is any wind and grass in the market, and even the shops and personnel that Zhu Muyun needs to find out, he can find out by the way when he pulls his feet. As long as it is something that Zhu Muyun ordered, the third prince would rather not solicit customers, but also help him do it.

"There are a few new shops on Changtang Street, you have time to pay attention to them, especially the Xiaoyang photo studio. Aphrodisiac shop there, can not relax. Zhu Muyun thought about it, at such an age, it is really strange that someone still comes to Guxing to open a new photo studio.

Although Zhu Muyun is only a patrol officer, he also needs to have a clear understanding of the situation on the street. Especially in his one-third of an acre, he has to be clear about big and small things. So, whenever he has the opportunity, he will let people know the situation for himself. There are as many people as there are like the third son.

Zhu Muyun felt that the more detailed he knew about the situation, the more sure he was in facing any situation. This is not only his duty, but also gradually becoming his habit. If he didn't grasp the situation of any house in his jurisdiction, he always felt uncomfortable. But this will cost him a lot of energy and time, and almost all of Zhu Muyun's energy is also focused on touching the row. If it weren't for the three sons and these people to help him, I'm afraid he wouldn't even be able to figure out the situation by now.

"Don't worry, I'm staring." The third prince said busily. Although it was awkward to talk to Zhu Muyun like this, this was what Zhu Muyun requested. Although they are friends and neighbors, they always keep a certain distance outside. Although he was incomprehensible, he had always been obedient to Zhu Muyun.

"Where's Watson?" Zhu Muyun asked casually.

"He went out before dawn." The third prince said that Watson was also a little beggar taken in by Zhu Muyun, and when he came back at night, he slept at his door. Watson, like the third son, was also one of his informants.

"If you can't keep busy, let Watson go too." Zhu Muyun told him that the third prince and Watson would not be able to mix food and clothing every day, and half of his salary would be used to subsidize them.

"No, I don't. You put a hundred hearts, I'm okay right now and put the car across the street from the aphrodisiac shop. The third prince whispered that he was an authentic rickshaw driver, and no matter where he placed the car, he would not arouse the suspicion of others.

After Zhu Muyun finished eating, he waited for the third prince to see him drink all the soup. After putting it down, the third prince showed a satisfied look. Whether he can go hungry or not is his current goal in life.

Zhu Muyun saw that the rain was lighter, and trotted to the police station in the west of the city. The third prince wanted to catch up, but was kicked back by Zhu Muyun: "Doing things well is the right way, don't fix these useless things." ”

Looking at Zhu Muyun's figure running in the rain, the third prince had tears in his eyes, turned around and pulled the rickshaw and went to Changtang Street. Zhu Muyun may not have such a good reputation in the eyes of the neighbors. But the third prince knows very well that Zhu Muyun is really good to him. If it weren't for Zhu Muyun, I wouldn't be alive today.

"Third son, why do you have to pat his ass every day? People won't even look at us. The same rickshaw happened to see this scene, and thought that the third son was being bullied, and said for him.

"I just like it." The third prince muttered, pulled the car and ran into the rain.

When Zhu Muyun ran to the police station, the clothes on his body were almost soaked. When he was about to get a raincoat, he met his partner He Qinghe. He Qinghe is in his thirties, not tall and slightly fat. He is a patrol officer left by the original police station, and Zhu Muyun has partnered with him for more than half a year and has learned a lot of experience.

"Fire?" He Qinghe saw Zhu Muyun rushing up in a hurry, and said with a smile.

His principle is to be a monk for a day and hit the clock for a day, and now he is serving the rice bowl of RB people, so there is no need to be so serious. Zhu Muyun has a good understanding, graduated from high school, has a lively brain, and learns everything quickly. In particular, Zhu Muyun's logical reasoning ability, under his teaching, has a tendency to be better than the blue.

"Your clothes are getting soaked, so if you catch a cold, you can cure it. Lao He, are you going to give out benefits today? Zhu Muyun glanced at it when he came in just now, and the patrol officers who were supposed to go out a long time ago were all gathered in the hall. Thinking that today is the Dragon Boat Festival, I don't know if I will send some meat or eggs. In the evening, I must have a good meal with the third prince and Watson, and if the bureau pays benefits, I can save a lot.

"Shit! got the task, and it was to help the secret service arrest people. He Qinghe said angrily. This month, he and Zhu Muyun have assisted the secret service several times, each time arresting the underground party.

Festivals like the Dragon Boat Festival, not only do not have benefits, but also have to go out on tasks. Their so-called mission was not a normal patrol, but to arrest anti-Japanese elements, and of course they were full of complaints. The most important thing is that such a task is not the business of their security department in the first place.

After the RB people occupied Guxing City in the second half of last year, most of the original police personnel fled, and the institution was dissolved. At the beginning of the year, the new police station was officially established. With the exception of a small number of retainers, most of them are new recruits. The police department has police, judicial, security, secret service and other departments, and has set up nine district offices such as Chengguan and Xinxing, as well as 22 sub-stations and police stations. The security department has the largest number of people, and is often caught by the secret service.

The Police Department manages firearms, ammunition and personnel promotions; The Security Department manages household registration, issues "residence permits", and conducts shop inspections and patrols; The Judicial Department manages files, collects evidentiary materials, and handles offenders; The Secret Service is responsible for reconnaissance and intelligence, arrests, etc.

Zhu Muyun and He Qinghe are both members of the Security Department and have participated in the operations of the Special Service before. Zeng Shan, the director of the secret service, is insidious and ruthless, and he is backed by RB people. Li Ziqiang, the director of the Security Division, always responds to Zeng Shan's requests every time. And they participated in the operations of the secret service, and they were rewarded for their merits, and they were punished for their mistakes. As soon as He Qinghe heard that he was going to assist the secret service in its operation, he was naturally very dissatisfied.

But no matter how dissatisfied he was, he had to bow his head under the low eaves. He Qinghe and Zhu Muyun both went to the garrison office to receive a formal rifle and five rounds of ammunition. When they came to the hall, they happened to see Zeng Shan from the Secret Service and Li Ziqiang from the Security Department walking down the stairs together. Beside them, there stood an RB second lieutenant officer: Jiro Ono, who was the squad leader of the special high section of the gendarmerie of the RB secret service department of the ancient star.