Xiaohu has been a little annoyed lately.

As a Daming royal policeman, he has been in the company for three years, but he has not even caught half a case and half a criminal, and every day he is adjusting the trivial things such as the Zhang family beating his wife on West Street and the bargaining dispute in the vegetable market.

Xiaohu's favorite thing to do is to wipe the gun, not a gun with a cold weapon, but a firearm for each policeman in the yamen, no, the first emperor Chongzhen Emperor said that the firearm is not good, and changed its name to "gun", Xiaohu originally thought that the firearm was good, but Emperor Chongzhen said that the firearm was not good, Xiaohu also felt that the name of the firearm was ugly, and the emperor Chongzhen also said that the name of the firearm was too ugly, and set a policeman's name, Xiaohu felt that it sounded very good, and it was very powerful.

As a police officer in the capital, Xiaohu's gun is the "Chongzhen 92 Style" musket produced by the Ming Royal Academy, as for why it is called 92 Style, this is also set by Emperor Chongzhen.

"His mother, when will I be able to do a big vote." Xiao Hu often touched the inscription of "Inspector of the Ming Imperial Academy" and thought so.

Today's Xiaohu patrols the streets as usual.

When I walked to East Street, there was a lot of noise on East Street, and I don't know what happened.

Aunt Zhao on East Street saw Xiaohu coming, and came over as if she had seen a savior.

"Aunt Zhao, what's going on?"

"Eh, Xiaohu, you're here. A few days ago, maybe the day before yesterday, a group of foreign businessmen came to East Street, saying that they wanted to hire someone to do the work, and they would give 1 tael of silver a day, everyone rushed to go, and Widow Li also hurriedly instructed her son to go to work, but I didn't see her for two days. ”

Xiao Hu was shocked when he heard this, the probability of being a trade union dead man is not big or small, maybe Widow Li's son is a little sick, but Widow Li and her son are martyrs' families, famous in the martyrs' shrine, and Widow Li did not remarry, even the emperor's pension did not ask, selling tofu at the street to feed his son, usually he is also amiable, Xiao Hu sometimes passes by after work, Widow Li will stuff a piece of tofu to Xiao Hu, once Xiao Hu does not want it, Widow Li said This is not for you, this is for all the police, Xiaohu also insisted on giving money every time, saying that if you don't collect money, I won't go to East Street after work in the future, and Widow Li reluctantly accepts it.

Widow Li's only son is gone, and Xiao Hu is also nervous, but official affairs still have to be done, Widow Li has already affected the traffic, and the Yamen must intervene if the dead person is dead.

Xiao Hu hurriedly squeezed into the crowd, squeezing left and right couldn't squeeze out, Xiao Hu had to shout loudly: "I'm Hu Xiaobo, a Daming royal policeman!" ”

After all, it was still the police who had a good reputation, and the crowd heard the words and gave way to Xiaohu.

Xiao Hu looked at it, and his heart tightened again, Widow Li, who cares about her image even if she shows up on weekdays, is now wearing a cloak and sitting on her feet.

Xiao Hu hurriedly went up and helped Widow Li up: "Sister Li, why are you so troubled?" ”

Widow Li's stagnant face moved her eyes slightly, and when she saw that it was Xiaohu, tears immediately flowed out again: "Xiaohu, Xiaohu, my Bao'er, my Bao'er, my Bao'er is gone, it's that group of damn Japanese provincial brutes, brutes ......"

Xiao Hu hurriedly enlightened and said: "Sister Li, don't worry, say slowly, don't worry, let's not be in a hurry, Xiao Hu will definitely help you uphold justice, you can tell me anything." ”

Xiao Hu helped Widow Li, step by step to a noodle restaurant on the side of the road, and after helping Sister Li to sit down, Xiao Hu hurriedly poured a cup of tea for Widow Li: "Sister Li drink saliva, speak slowly, I'll listen." ”

Sister Li looked at the water cup, but didn't drink it: "Xiaohu, two Japanese businessmen came a few days ago, saying that they wanted to open a company, and I don't know what the company is...... My Bao'er has a summer vacation, I thought about letting Bao'er work for the summer, and the salary was given to him pocket money, and Bao'er also thought it was okay, so she went, but this time, she didn't come back......"

Xiaohu's mouth was shocked, although as a royal police officer in the capital, Yulu is higher than other places, but it is less than five taels of silver a month, and the salary of one tael is given on this day, which is definitely a ghost.

"Later, those Japanese brutes threw my Bao'er into the Jinshui River, and my Bao'er ......"

Xiaohu immediately realized the seriousness of the problem, if it is a death caused by a work-related injury, then go through the formal process and contact the family to negotiate a solution, why is it so cruel to throw the body? Further, it may be a deliberate killing.

Xiaohu hurriedly asked, "Have you reported the case?" ”

Widow Li said: "I reported the case, and later told me that Bao'er was drowned, and it must have been these Japanese brutes who killed my Bao'er, and my Bao'er ......."

Seeing that Widow Li was gradually excited, Xiao Hu hurriedly comforted: "Sister Li, believe me, I will definitely help Bao'er get justice, where are those Japanese now." ”

Widow Li said with tears in her eyes: "It's in Mao'er Alley on East Street, what is it called?" ”

After Xiao Hu sent Widow Li home, he hurriedly ran back to the yamen and asked about Widow Li's son.

Colleague Li Gang said: "This matter, I heard about it, today Zhu Ju took Zhang San, Li Siwang, five money and six them to check, a good thing of one or two silver a day, it is strangely tight, how can you say it is possible?" ”

Xiao Hu responded a few times, until the patrol was over, he handed over his gun and changed his clothes and got off work, Zhu Ju and the others did not come back, and Xiao Hu felt like a cat scratching in his heart.

Xiao Hu still passed by East Street after work.

The difference is that Widow Lee's tofu shop is not open today.

Xiao Hu had already walked through East Street, gritted his teeth, looked at East Street, and turned back to East Street.

It's a pity that when he walked into Mao'er Lane on East Street, he saw Zhang San, Li Siwang, Wuqian and Liuyi coming out handcuffed.

Xiaohu still didn't get the case, but he suddenly felt relieved in his heart, a kind of peace of mind that was even happier than getting a reward for handling the case.

Daming is not the only one who contributes.

PS: This extra, from the book friend Wang Ke provided by friendship.