In the year 310 of the old A.D., the invasion and trampling on Jingguo by all powers intensified.

The eastern seaboard is contested and carved up like a lamb to the slaughter.

In the north and west, fighting has raged, and people have been displaced and suffering.

Only the city of Hwasae in the south-central part of the country has become a seemingly stable place of refuge like a lonely boat in the vast sea.

It's the early autumn of October, and it's a glorious golden season, and it's also the beginning of a golden age!

As the tram tracks crossed the tracks at a constant speed, several bells rang for arrivals.

The car just stopped in front of an employee with a briefcase, and he tiptoed to glance into the carriage, but climbed up first.

Then two schoolgirls dressed in white and black skirts also stepped forward, and they found a place to sit down, huddled together and whispered something.

The clerk had a briefcase in his arms and moved it from his right side to his left arm.

He dodged a tall man standing close to his back, and it didn't seem so good to be too close.

The conductor yawned, leaned out of the train, and when he saw that no one was getting on, he made a noise and closed the door, and the tram followed a certain trajectory to the next stop.

Xing Sang looked up at the clear blue sky, and the bright morning glow was sparkling on the stagnant water after the rain last night.

She finished the last bite of the bun in her hand, clapped her hands, and stopped looking at the people at the station.

She likes autumn the most, and she likes to eat Hexiangzhai buns in the early morning of autumn, while observing all kinds of people on the roadside, at the station or at the breakfast stall.

Although she has lived long enough in this earthly world, she is still willing to see and dissect people's hearts.

Because, she found that from ancient times to the present, people's hearts have changed extremely quickly and complexly.

Xing Sang looked at the milk mill to the north, which had already opened its door and started to open for business.

She smiled, and jumped along the slightly waterlogged path in the pothole.

Today, she wears a khaki plaid shirt, a pair of dark brown bib pants underneath, and a pair of black cowhide riding boots that seem to carry the wind when she walks.

However, what makes people can't help but take a few more glances is her sassy short hair.

Although most of the people of this age have already received the corresponding enlightened education.

Moreover, all kinds of new ideas and new academic trends are pouring in from all directions, and people are changing all the time.

However, the virtues and manners of women are as uniform as unwritten rules that are silently recognized.

That is, there is also a certain tradition that needs to be maintained!

To be a new woman, you have to endure the treatment of colored glasses.

However, these pedantic and boring social forms are indifferent in Xing Sang's opinion.

For her, this is only one percent of the level of injustice she has ever seen in the treatment of women.

"Hey, Sister Zhong. Xing Sang jumped to the door of the milk mill and greeted a woman in a gray-blue coarse cloth skirt who was bending over and bowing her head.

Her name is Zhong Xin, and she is the sister of the owner of the dairy factory, and she is in charge of the business of the dairy factory between 6 and 9 o'clock in the morning on weekdays.

"Xing, Lord Xing. When Zhong Xin heard Xing Sang's voice, she quickly straightened up and turned around with a little surprise.

Xing Sang paused, and smiled slightly apologetically: "I'm sorry, I was a little abrupt and scared you." ”

"No, no, it's fine. ”

"I, I, just collected the clutter. ”

"No, I didn't notice, to the big, adult figure. Zhong Xin said with a smile.

She had a stutter, which was once so serious that when Xing Sang first met her, he thought she was mute.

She was afraid to speak, because both adults and children laughed at her mercilessly and abused her.

It was Xing Sang who encouraged and patiently enlightened her, telling her how important a woman's self-confidence is.

Xing Sang hurriedly waved his hand and said, "Sister Zhong, don't call me an adult anymore, what year is this." ”

"It's a new era, just call me by my name. ”

Zhong Xin shook her head, just about to continue to say something.

Just then, a somewhat dilapidated bicycle stopped in front of the milk mill, which was a milk delivery truck.

A thin but tall man stepped out of the saddle.

He lifted the rear of the car and propped it up, and there were a lot of empty milk bottles in the two hanging boxes in the back seat, and they collided with his movements, making the sound of ping-pong.

This man is Zhong Xin's younger brother Zhong Yang, although he is not very old, he always wears a gray-blue or dark gray gown.

He was a little hunchbacked, and looked at Xing Sang and Zhong Xin with an ugly face.

"Ah, Yang, you, you're back. Zhong Xin greeted him and smiled.

"Hmm. Zhong Yang just whispered, and walked towards the dairy with big strides.

"Ah, Ah Yang!" Zhong Xin grabbed her brother's arm and shouted.

"What's wrong?" Zhong Yang wondered.

Zhong Xin frowned slightly, shook her head and complained: "You, you are too rude!"

"No, no, didn't you see Xing, Lord Xing!"

Zhong Yang glanced at Xing Sang, who was smiling, and broke away from his sister's hand hard, but turned around and entered the milk mill, and began to work on his own.

Zhong Xin said angrily: "Zhong, Zhong Yang, you!"

"Sister Zhong, don't be angry, you really don't have to care. ”

"Zhong Yang's personality is like this, I like it a lot, at least he puts his preferences on his face. ”

"It's better than some sinister hypocrisy, you're right, hahaha. Xing Sangzi didn't care.

She didn't care about Zhong Yang's attitude, she even felt that it was normal for him to have such a reaction.

After all, his sister is often "harassed" by a person who seems to dress neutrally and behave in a "nondescript" manner.

This makes it unacceptable for a particularly traditional and serious person.

"Xing, Lord Xing, yes, I'm sorry. Zhong Xin said apologetically.

Xing Sang smiled helplessly and said, "Sister Zhong, don't call me an adult anymore." ”

"You can call me Xing Sang. ”

Zhong Xin shook his head and refused: "Definitely, definitely, it will not work." ”

"I, I'll call, call you, Xing, Team Leader Xing, but, okay?"

Xing Sang shrugged his shoulders and said, "Feel free, hahaha." ”

Zhong Xin suddenly thought, "Yes, yes, yes!"

"What?" Xing Sang wondered.

"Or, old, old? A bottle of fresh, fresh cow, milk. Zhong Xin smiled.

Xing Sang nodded and said, "Exactly, Sister Zhong has remembered my preferences." ”

Zhong Xin smiled, turned around and walked into the milk to get milk for Xing Sang.

After Xing Sang got the milk, he said goodbye to Zhong Xin.

But when he turned around, he saw some dark red liquid floating in the milk bucket at Zhong Xin's feet.

She frowned slightly, but she didn't think too much about it, and walked in the direction of the third prison.

A few hundred years ago, it was originally a library storehouse, but later due to war and chaos, all the books in it were burned down.

In the vicissitudes of history, many people and many things will eventually be submerged, and no one can change or stop them.

Today, it is home to the Third Prison Office, a wooden three-story attic.

The first floor is the Special Cases Action Group, the second floor is the Legal Decision Division, and the third floor is the Confidential Division.

These three components make up the Three Prisons, a powerful and authoritative institution with the right to execute.

"Team Leader Xing. As soon as Xing Sang walked into the door of the Third Prison Office, a man in a decent suit stopped her.

"Section Chief Zhang, good morning. Xing Sang smiled politely, said hello without stopping, and continued to walk inside.

This person is Zhang Taoliu of the Third Section of the Law Determination Section, but he is not like his name, Taoguang is obscure, but very public.

Especially for Xing Sang, he almost regarded her as his lifelong opponent.

But Xing Sang didn't know why, because her impression of him was only that he often had scandals with eighteenth-tier female stars.

"Team Leader Xing, wait!" Zhang Taoluo stopped Xing Sang and said.

"What else?" Xing Sang asked, turning around.

Zhang Taoluo leaned over and whispered, "Something big happened in the confidential department. ”

Xing Sang glanced at Zhang Taoluo sideways and asked, "Wenwen is getting married?"

"Wenwen?" Zhang Taoluo said in surprise.

"Liang Wenwen and her boyfriend of that radical actor. Xing Sang thought for a while and said.

"What Wenwen radicals?"

"I'm not talking about these small things as big as sesame mung beans!"

"The section chief of the Confidential Section was killed last night!" Zhang Tao raised his voice and shouted.

Xing Sang paused, then frowned and asked, "Fan Hong is dead?"

"Why aren't you surprised at all?" asked Zhang Taoluo.

"Why should I be surprised, it's not that I'm dead. ”

"Besides, how do you know?" Xing Sang asked.

Zhang Tao raised his eyebrows a little angrily and said, "I naturally have a channel to know this news." ”

"People, you killed you!" Xing Sang Yinghong's small mouth opened into a circle and shouted loudly.

So much so that many colleagues passing by looked sideways, and Zhang Taoluo hurriedly retorted: "What nonsense are you talking about! Of course it's not me!"

Xing Sang smiled and patted Zhang Taoluo's shoulder and said, "Section Chief Zhang, you should pay more attention to the mountains of documents!"

"Team Leader Xing, what do you mean by this!"

"Don't you believe what I say?" Zhang Tao said in surprise.

Xing Sang took the milk in his hand and said with a smile: "I, I have to drink milk tea this morning, otherwise, my brain will not be able to do it!"

"Let's talk, talk back"

"Wait, wait, Team Leader Xing!" Zhang Taoluo shouted.

"Section Chief Zhang, I'm the deputy team leader, don't make a mistake again!" Xing Sang turned around and smiled, and ran in the direction of the office.

Zhang Taoluo glared at Xing Sang angrily, he looked up at the third floor and found that a person was looking at him.

That person is Fan He, the deputy chief of the Confidential Section, and Fan Hong's cousin!

After Xing Sang returned to the office of the special case action team, he put the milk on the table, and then tore off the paper seal on it.

But I saw that the top layer of the milk gathered a lot of things similar to tofu blocks. "Spoiled?"

She picked it up and sniffed it, and said to herself: "The milk in the milk factory is made at one o'clock in the morning, and the finished product is produced in the morning, and it will not deteriorate so quickly." ”

"Unless, that's what was left over from yesterday?"

At this time, there was a knock on the door outside the room: "Seventh brother, I'm Langxi." ”

"Come in. Xing Sang responded.

Xing Sang has a very special title in the special case team, that is, "Seventh Brother".

Because, there are a total of seven people in the special case team, and every time he goes on a mission, Xing Sang must be the seventh to arrive.

No matter how important or urgent the case is.

And because Xing Sang's personality is very much like a man, he was called Seventh Brother by everyone.

"Fei asked you to go to his office. Lang Xi said.

"Did he say anything?" Xing Sang asked.

Lang Xi paused and said, "Chief of the Confidential Section, Fan Hong is dead. ”

"Okay, you go get busy first, I'll go. Xing Sang frowned slightly, nodded and said.

"Yes, Seventh Brother," Lang Xi said and walked out of the office.