When Geng Chaozhong returned to his residence on Jimo Road, it was almost 8 o'clock. This is the first time Geng Chaozhong has returned so late, and he usually goes home as soon as he gets off work at 6 o'clock, because Fang Zhitong is often off duty in the afternoon and on duty at night, and he cooks at home early.

As soon as I opened the door and entered, I saw Fang Zhitong writing and painting in the living room - this is Xiao Fang's only hobby, every day as long as he is free, Fang Zhitong will use a pencil to write and draw on the waste materials that are not used in the house, there are landscapes, buildings, and people, but most of them are still landscape buildings.

Geng Chaozhong leaned over and saw that it was a sketch portrait, and it was none other than Geng Chaozhong. It looks like the painting is lifelike, Geng Chaozhong snatched the painting and said:

"I usually only see you painting landscapes, how do you think of painting people today?! Besides, who is not good at drawing, why draw me? I don't see anyone who looks up every day. ”

"Why don't you have a point in your heart to paint? If you do what we do, you may hang it up one day, draw a portrait in advance, so that you don't even find a photo when you get it. Fang Zhitong said with a hippie smile.

"There are photos in the office, what do you want to paint, and besides, I am a civilian, and I can't die without any major incident, but you have to be careful, patrol the night every day, and be careful of being shot by people! I think you'd better draw one for yourself first! Geng Chaozhong disagreed.

In the police station, Geng Chaozhong is actually doing a semi-civilian position, and he has not been allowed to do this kind of thing of night patrol, usually just to give Zhu Muyun a hand, sort out some documents or something, after all, in a place like the police station, those who can write and count are also scarce talents, and it is too wasteful to use them to fight, kill, kill and keep watch on duty or something.

But Fang Zhitong is different, he usually has to take turns patrolling the night, and it is estimated that he will have to go back to the police station to take over the night shift after a while.

"Hey, don't say it, why do I have to do such a thing as night patrol when I'm polite, you don't look like a good person, why do you do a civilian job?" Fang Zhitong said indignantly.

"You'll have to blame yourself! Your ears are too soft, every time someone says that they have something at home, they let you go to work, and it's not a big event like your father and mother getting married, why do you let you work the night shift every time? They're bullying you! ”

Geng Chaozhong was a little angry when he thought of this, and his mouth kept continuing: "Wait until tomorrow when I go and talk to them, don't think that newcomers are easy to bully!" ”

"Thank you, brother!" Fang Zhitong's eyes lit up again, as if he wanted to have a close contact with Geng Chaozhong, this guy felt like a child who didn't grow up, he always liked to be sticky, Geng Chaozhong was very annoyed by him.

Kicking Fang Zhitong away with a merciless kick, Geng Chaozhong continued: "Xiao Fang, to be honest, you are not suitable for this profession at all, so let's find another way out as soon as possible!" Your character may be thundered one day, and you don't know how to die. ”

Fang Zhitong also fell silent, to be honest, he also felt this way. Although he has a weak personality, he is not stupid, he can still see the disdain of others, perhaps because of his personality, he is always unable to refuse others, which is simply a taboo in the police industry.

"Why don't you go draw a comic? No, it's a comic book! Geng Chaozhong's eyes suddenly lit up, and he thought of a good idea.

"That's right! I can draw and sell for money! Fang Zhitong's eyes also lit up, but his eyes immediately dimmed again, "But my paintings are not valuable, people paint Western paintings or traditional calligraphy and paintings, and my paintings are just children." ”

"You are wrong, painting one or two is not worth much, but what if it is a hundred and a thousand? What if you could tell a story with pictures? Geng Chaozhong kept being on the side.

"Aren't you talking about comic books? I know, but who is it for? Newspaper pages are so expensive, do you know that comic books take up a lot of space? Fang Zhitong said angrily.

At this time, there were already comic books, that is, legendary villain books, but most of the paintings were Journey to the West, Romance of the Three Kingdoms, and there was very little original content.

"You can write your own story and draw your own story!"

As soon as the words came out, Geng Chaozhong remembered that it was not easy, at that time, cultural life was mainly based on watching dramas, of course, movies are also popular now, but now movies are still silent, not to mention that the price is extremely expensive and the audience is not wide.

So, popular romance novels are still mainstream. As soon as something new comes out, it's an absolute hit. But since 24 years, Zhang Hatshui's "The History of Chunming" and "The Family of Gold Powder" have become popular works, and the rest of the novels have basically collapsed, and this road is not easy to walk.

Seeing Geng Chaozhong frowning and meditating there, Fang Zhitong was also a little moved, he has grown so big, and he sincerely thinks about himself, except for his father and mother Geng Chaozhong is the third. But who made himself so uncompetitive! Thinking of this, Fang Zhitong couldn't help but clench his fists.

"How about you write an article?"

Geng Chaozhong opened his mouth and asked, in fact, if Fang Zhitong's writing is good enough, he can tell some of the more legendary stories of later generations, and let Fang Zhitong write a novel, but Fang Zhitong shook his head, it seems that the writing is not very good.

After thinking about it for a long time, Geng Chaozhong couldn't think of a reason, and finally gave up thinking.

At this time, Fang Zhitong suddenly sighed and said, "Brother, I know that you are not an ordinary person!" ”

Geng Chaozhong's spirits perked up, it seemed that there were still people who appreciated him, so he hurriedly asked: "What's not ordinary, tell me?" ”

"The brain is not ordinary, you can come up with things that others can't think of in their lifetime, what kind of box you can call when you hold it in your hand! What a box that you can watch movies in at home! There are also large planes that can fly beyond the earth, and if you can build these things, you will be an inventor even more powerful than Edison! Fang Zhi said in the same serious way.

"Get out!"

"I really think so!"

"Roll ———"

.......

Geng Chaozhong came to his room upstairs and looked out the window at the dark night in a daze.

The tide of history is mighty, and the power of the individual is insignificant in the general trend, although I know the future, but is it useful? Can the Japanese be wiped out now, or can a new China be established immediately? Don't you have to bend your waist for five buckets of rice and pretend to be a grandson in front of Zhu Muyun every day?

At this time, he heard a noise downstairs, and it was estimated that Fang Zhitong was leaving again, and he had to rush back to the police station to be on duty before half past eight.

Geng Chaozhong walked out of the door and shouted at the staircase: "Don't forget to bring a dog's head!" ”

Dog head means flashlight, to be exact, "Hound brand" flashlight. At this time, except for Zhongshan Road, the bustling commercial area of the original concession, the rest of the blocks are completely dark at night - in order to save electricity or fuel, ordinary people often fall asleep before 9 o'clock, the black light is blind, and the road is particularly difficult to walk.

Fang Zhitong downstairs responded, followed by the sound of pushing the door, and then there was an earth-shattering scream.

"Ah!!!!!!!h

Immediately after, there was the "clang" sound of the flashlight falling to the ground.