In the night, Sun Zheng jumped out of the cabin and fell from a height of several thousand meters.

The strong wind around him did not affect his vision at all, and the brightly lit area below was like a guiding beacon in the dark night during the high-speed fall. In this era, it is very rare to see the lights in the early morning, and there are only a few places in Shanghai, which is known as the ten-mile foreign market.

This special mother, and said that the edge flew by. This is at least ten miles away from Shanghai!

Sensing a large difference in orientation, his limbs are extended, and an extreme wing suit like a bat wing appears next to him. This set of extreme equipment was the first time Sun Zheng used it, and it took him a while in the air to master it, and it soon fell to a height of about one thousand meters.

Not being afraid of death does not mean that you are not afraid of pain, and it is of course best not to be injured. At a thought, the umbrella bag appeared behind him, stretched out his hand and pulled it, and the whole person slammed it, and the descent speed braked instantly, and floated towards the light.

Still didn't make it to the city, and the landing point of his feet was a paddy field, this ghost weather, the water that didn't freeze was colder than ice!

Put away the parachute, jumped and stomped onto the official road, water got into his boots, and he was very unhappy, so he had to change another pair.

After walking for almost half an hour, a river appeared in front of me, and after looking at it for a long time, Hama sells batches, isn't this the Huangpu River? How do you look like this?

I also said that the environment was good before, but I don't know where it is worse than in the 21st century.

Walking along the east bank of the Huangpu River, as far as the eye can see, it is all desolate. I remembered that I had just visited here not long ago, and it was so bright and full of traffic.

Well, there seems to be a straw hut in front, and there are people living here?

As he approached, he suddenly heard a few dog barks.

It's unbelievable, in such a poor place, there are still dogs?

In the midst of the noise, several torches were lit, and four or five thin, withered and unsightly people patrolled vigilantly, carrying a few wooden sticks and shovels.

Sun Zheng waited for a long time, but the gang was stunned and didn't see him. The dog was also not very dedicated, barked a few times and ran away.

The gang didn't look far away, but circled around the big shanty. The mouth muttered in that strange tone, and kept whispering, which sounded a bit like a Buddhist scripture.

Sun Zheng was a little curious, and he watched the group enter the shed from the other side. Under the cover of night, they could not see themselves either.

There was no door in the shed, and between the two pillars was a curtain made of sacks and unknown materials, and the winter wind blew through it, and the corners of the curtain were lifted from time to time.

Two more people came out of the door, squatted carefully at the door, lit a few pieces of paper and threw them into a clay pot, and the two of them whispered the scriptures in that strange tone.

Hearing this, Sun Zheng felt miserable for a while, so he simply raised a horse lantern and shouted from afar: "Is there anyone in front?" ”

The two frightened jumped three feet high, crawled into the house, and in a moment, two people rushed out of the house, holding wooden sticks and shovels in their hands, and looked vigilantly at the light of the horse lamp.

"Who are you? What are you going to do here? ”

Very non-standard, but barely able to understand the Chinese, can communicate good.

"I'm sorry, I'm passing through. The car broke down on the road, and there was no shop in front of the village, so I wanted to find a place to rest, and went into the city at dawn to find someone to repair the car. Fellow, is it inconvenient for me to rest? ”

The two exchanged words in a low voice, and Sun Zheng heard it clearly, and one of them said that there was a lamp and a shadow, and it must be a living person. Another person said that it is the living that harms many people.

In the end, perhaps because they felt that they were not worthy of other people's schemes, the two helplessly lifted the curtain and invited Sun Zheng into the house.

In the center of the room, there was a half-cut tin bucket, in which some firewood, coal, and the like were thrown and lit low. Several scrawny men and women sat around, some half-awake and some completely asleep. Seeing people enter, only a few of them reacted a little, and the others remained asleep.

Is there not even a bed to sleep in in this place?

After a very painstaking exchange, Sun Zheng learned about the situation of these people. It turned out that these people were the so-called corpse collectors, that is, they buried the ownerless corpses in the mass graves for peace. The income consisted of bits and pieces of clothing from the corpses. Items of general value have long been searched by those who threw the corpses, and what they can pick up is what people don't look down on.

It's not an organized job, and all the way to survive depends on these people's initiative. It is similar to a link in the scavenging chain spawned by the biological cycle in nature.

Sun Zheng only felt that his scalp was numb, and a chill rose in his entire back. He thought that the people at the bottom would live a very miserable life in this era, but he didn't expect that it would be so miserable! In contrast, the corpses may be better than them, at least they don't have to live to suffer anymore.

Is all this just the evil of the devil? Bah!

Sun Zheng felt very uncomfortable, he didn't even know how to help these people. Even if you have a lantern in your hand, you don't dare to give it to them. This kind of thing that is completely inconsistent with their identity is not necessarily a good thing for them.

I went out in a circle, pretended to go back to the car to pick up things, and sent a bag of about ten catties of millet, and saw a group of people happily erecting a crockpot on the bucket, almost counting the grains and putting the millet in to cook......

Sun Zheng turned around and walked out of the shed, looking at the lights not far ahead, and his mood couldn't calm down for a long time.

Originally, I wanted to take a break and wait until dawn to enter the city, which would be more convenient to do. But stimulated by this incident, Sun Zheng couldn't hold it back, so he simply hurried against the cold wind, and was defeated by the way.

Shanghai is no different from other towns, as early as the Qing Dynasty, when it was ceded out of the city wall, under the management of all foreign people, known as the Ten Mile Foreign Field, revealing a sickly deformed prosperity, in stark contrast to the tragic scene of the whole of China. Although it has fallen into the control of devils, it is still the most prosperous port city in the entire East.

The Huangpu River is hundreds of meters wide, and the electric raft is thrown into the water, and in the low and inaudible sound, it quietly crosses the river and officially enters the boundary of Shanghai.

Walking along the street, the buildings here are distinctly European-style and should belong to the former concession. It's ridiculous to say, in the Qing Dynasty, because of the sale of tobacco soil, they were beaten to the point of cutting the land and opening the port, and the concession was in Shanghai for hundreds of years, and it was not recovered in the Republic of China. However, the little devils occupied Shanghai, and the Western devils immediately stated that they would return the concession to China. What the hell is this not a hooligan?

As dawn approached, some small vendors on the street had already begun to prepare for opening, and the lights were lit up in the snack bars, and the guys were busy with various preparations. There are also small boats and bamboo rafts on the river, which are vendors and vegetable farmers who sell vegetables into the city.

As the sky grew brighter and the streets became more crowded, the sounds of conversation gradually evolved into a strange reverberation.

I found a good morning shop, ordered two scallion pancakes and a bowl of small wontons, the appearance of the cake and the wontons are a little rough, but the taste is very rich and pure, compared to the original world of those bells and whistles of the glamorous goods, the goods of this era still retain the oldest true color. What sells is repeat customers, and what is done is long-term business.

Step out of the snack shop and step into the streets of Shanghai. Looking at the bustling flow of people, I did not see the slightest impact from the clouds of war.

No wonder some people say that Shanghai is more prosperous than in the past under the management of devils.

The devil is not really Tie Hanhan, he has worked so hard, and he is not looking good when he occupies the territory, and the ultimate goal is definitely profit.

It's a pity that it's only the herd of cattle that is so prosperous and cheap in the end. Although the people of Shanghai were doing well, the profits they created were used to arm more invaders, and more people were in dire straits.

……

Sun Zheng thought about it a lot, and finally let go of the knot. That's right, if you do it yourself, many people will definitely be implicated and even lose their lives. But this is war!

So, come on!

did not contact the military commanders according to Ren Shiyi's instructions, let alone alarm the underground organization. Shanghai is now a occupied area, ruled by little devils, and all institutions are openly established. So what's there to be afraid of?

It is only two or three miles from the concession to Hongkou, and it only takes half an hour to throw off the live legs, so it should be consumed.

During the Japanese occupation, Hongkou was the base camp of devils, except for the occasional "friendly people" who came and went, most of them were purebred devils. Many of the devil's occupants and agencies are set up here.

The famous plum organ was opened in a small building called "Plum Blossom Hall".

There were a few middle-aged men sitting in front of the door who looked like teahouses, but their sitting posture and demeanor were obviously different from ordinary people, and they were all masters.

Sun Zheng came to the door of the Plum Blossom Hall, and those people first looked at each other, confirmed that they didn't know each other, and instantly entered a state of imminent combat alert.

"Sir, please stop! This is a private clubhouse, please show your invitation! ”

Sun Zheng smiled and said, "Invitation? No! ”

"So what are you doing here?" In the end, it is a territory that has been in business for a long time, and it is quite disciplined to do things.

"The Mei agency is an intelligence agency, of course I came here to inquire about some news!" Sun Zheng's face was taken for granted.

"Do you have valid documents with you?" Seeing that he is such an old god, these people can't tell what this person is about, and it will be difficult to turn his face for a while.

Sun Zheng thought for a while: "I don't have a certificate, but I have something that can prove my identity!" ”

Well? Everyone felt that the situation was not quite right, and quietly stood in a defensive formation.

Sun Zheng shook lightly on the spot, his regular clothes turned into black armor, his helmet covered his face, and his shoulders poked out of the hilt.

"Judge!"

"It's the judge!"

The gang shouted hysterically, with knives and guns in hand, but no one dared to do it first, but they did their best to spread the news into the building.

In an instant, the entire plum blossom hall was like an ant nest watered with boiling water, and the whole camp was blown up.

Amakasu, the judge has come to kick the hall!