"Mr. Song, walk about two miles further, and we'll be in Fangjia Village!"

A middle-aged man in a dark gray coarse cloth coat bowed down, pointed to the front with one hand, and smiled earnestly at the young man in his twenties beside him.

Song Mingjing looked hehe.

Until now, he still has a sense of absurdity like falling into a dream, how did he cross over? It also traveled to the late Qing Dynasty and the Republic of China, when warlords were in power and the war was in chaos.

He only remembered that he didn't recruit anyone and didn't mess with anyone that night, and soon he fell asleep in a daze, and when he opened his eyes again, he changed the world.

I don't know if it's the powerful means, in this world, he was inexplicably arranged to be a reporter of Guangzhou Daily. On the instructions of his superiors, he was dispatched to Fangjia Village for an interview.

It is said that the patrol room caught a horse thief with murderous means and murderous means, and escorted him all the way to Guangzhou to be tried.

The leader has a mouth, and the subordinate runs and breaks his leg, as it has been in ancient and modern times.

Song Mingjing is just a small clerk in this world, mediocre, and he has come to this kind of troubled world where human life is as cheap as mustard, and he doesn't know how to operate a big thing and ascend to a high position, so he has no choice but to go with the flow and obey orders.

Fortunately, the profession of a journalist is glamorous in the current situation, and he has gained fame and fortune, which is enough for him to live a worry-free life, which is not a small comfort.

In view of the fact that he was blind to the specific location of Nafangjia Village, Song Mingjing directly found a guide, and hurriedly traveled all the way for several days, and finally arrived at his destination.

After turning over a slope dirt road, standing on a high place and looking down, Song Mingjing took in a panoramic view of an antique market town not far away, even if it was some distance away, he could faintly hear the noisy and noisy sounds, which showed the lively and prosperous atmosphere.

Song Mingjing had already learned from the mouth of the black-faced guide that this Fangjia village was called a village, but its scale and prosperity were still superior to some large county towns of the same era, so it had won the reputation of "Little Guangzhou".

"Let's go!"

Song Mingjing did not hesitate, and walked away.

After a few days of arduous trekking, and worrying about whether he would meet robbers on the way, he was already exhausted, and at this moment he wanted to enter the market town early, take a hot bath, and sleep happily.

Speeding up the pace, but after a while, Song Mingjing clearly saw the stone arch at the entrance of the village in front of him, the stone plaque was slightly mottled and old due to the wind and rain, and the three big characters of "Fangjia Village" were engraved on it.

At this time, there is a large group of people waiting under the stone gate, looking up from time to time, holding festive red banners, and there is a gong and drum team with red turbans waiting on the side of the road, as if they are welcoming the arrival of some distinguished guests.

Standing at the front of the crowd were three police detectives and a middle-aged woman with a thin figure and bright eyes.

Song Mingjing saw them, and they naturally saw Song Mingjing and the black-faced guide clearly, and the four of them looked at each other and talked about each other.

"Huh! It seems that the person who came is wrong, it's not the four famous catchers in Guangdong! ”

"Do you think the one in front of you in a suit is a reporter from Guangzhou Daily?"

"Si Swenwen, the appearance of white and pure, it looks quite like that meaning......

At the time of these few words, Song Mingjing had already come closer, and a short, fat, and slightly bald middle-aged policeman among the four stepped forward with a smile, and arched his hand: "Welcome, welcome, welcome to our Fangjia Village, what is this gentleman called?" ”

"I'm from Guangzhou, and I should have sent you a letter earlier!" Song Mingjing took out his press card and handed it to the other party for inspection.

The press card is a white copper badge in the shape of a blue sky and white sun, with a hand-engraved "Reporter of Guangzhou Daily of the Republic of China" on the front and his name on the back.

The short and fat policeman looked at it slightly, and then gave it back to him, with a smile on his face even more, and his eyes narrowed into a line: "Hello reporter Song!" I am You Dasheng, the director of the Fangjia Village Police Bureau, and Reporter Song has worked the road. ”

Knowing that there were all snakes in front of him, Song Mingjing also responded with a smile: "Director You is too polite, don't call me Reporter Song, just call me by my name, or call me Xiao Song." ”

You Dasheng laughed, hit the snake with the stick, and said happily: "That's okay, I'll call you Brother Song." ”

Seeing that the reporter sent by Guangzhou Daily was an open person, he also breathed a sigh of relief, the two forces in this era are the most terrifying, one is military power, and the other is the right to speak.

The reporter represents public opinion to a certain extent, although You Dasheng is not afraid of the other party, but he also does not want to offend the other party because he did not entertain well, otherwise the other party will return to Guangzhou and write black and white in the newspaper, smearing it indiscriminately, and he will inevitably be disgraced.

You Dasheng introduced the people around him again, and pointed to the capable middle-aged woman: "This is the Iron Lady of Fangjia Village, Thirteen Niang!" ”

As for the other two police detectives, they are both instructors of the Fangjia Village Police School, with a mustache and a smile like the one of Maitreya in the temple, everyone calls him "Laughing Buddha", but few people know his real name.

The latter one is younger, only twenty-seven or eight years old, and he looks like a talent, and his eyebrows are heroic.

His name is Zhao Wuliang.

Song Mingjing greeted several people one by one with a smile: "Fortunately, I will be happy!" Well? Wrong! ”

The smile on his face froze, as if he had suddenly woken up from a groggy sleep, and everything in front of him became vivid.

A sense of déjà vu that is both strange and familiar arises.

Fangjia Village, You Dasheng, Fang Shisanniang ......?

The names flashed through his mind one by one, as if he had seen these characters in a certain TV series, and that TV series was-

Detective Fang Miao!

At the moment when he recalled this, Song Mingjing's head stabbed fiercely, as if he had been pricked by a needle, and then a suspended transparent square box jumped out of his sight, and a row of black and twisted, ant-sized small characters poured out of the box one after another.

Name: Song Mingjing

World: Detective Fang

Power: 0.8

Dexterity: 0.9

Constitution: 0.8

Spirit: 1.0

Story Points: ???

However, the three question marks on the plot points didn't even hold for a second, so they changed violently, first jumping to 1, and then the number kept changing, and finally stopped at the number 8.

At the same time, there is also an "+" symbol behind the four attributes of strength, agility, physique, and spirit, and Song Mingjing, who has read a lot of online novels, immediately had a guess: "Could it be that this is my crossing benefit, which can be strengthened by increasing attribute points for myself?" ”

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