Siheyuan, Shazhu: I have both parents in this life

Chapter 15: A Big Trouble (Please Collect and Recommend)
He Yuzhu returned to his ear room, poked the stove, dug out the ashes, and then added a few pieces of coal.

Then he took off his clothes and got into bed. He didn't sleep but counted the things in the space.

"Put the cotton-padded jackets, trousers, and military coats in a pile; four bicycles of unknown make; five Type 38 rifles with matching ammunition boxes and ammunition bridges; four box guns (with 200 rounds of ammunition); three watches; two pocket watches; two gold rings; 53 silver dollars; some military notes; five pairs of suede shoes; and some miscellaneous items like pens, cigarettes, and matches."

He looked at the watches and pocket watches; they were all unfamiliar brands, some new, some old, and he had no idea whether they were good or not. He couldn't figure out what they were, so he gave up. He took out a box gun and fiddled with it for a long time, but it didn't work. It was too big, and his hands were too small; he had to use both hands to fire, so he put it back.

The Browning 1911 was not easy to use either. I could barely reach the trigger and threw it back.

Having had experience in stripping clothes in space, he tried to see if he could take apart the cotton-padded clothes inside. The result was that he could. He took apart all the cotton-padded clothes he had worn in his daily life and took out a lot of cotton and a lot of cloth. These cloth and cotton were all good things. If it weren't for the color that no one dared to wear, he wouldn't have wanted to take them apart.

He only took off the bloodstained clothes of the traitor, and did not take off the military coat because he felt it was a pity to do so.

Readers may ask why not make a set of clothes. It is easy to disassemble it violently, but making clothes requires skills.

After a busy period, He Yuzhu was wondering why there was no response after he threw so many pork carcasses in front of the police station last night.

But how could he know that the reason for no movement was because he was at home, and He Daqing didn't go in that direction.

The first person to discover it was Old Man Yang who was sweeping the streets. The unusually raised snow pile behind the booth at the entrance of the police station caught his attention. He clearly remembered that he had swept it clean yesterday and had pulled all the snow away with his cart.

I walked closer and swept him a few times with a bamboo broom. Old Yang was so scared that he sat down on the ground.

"Oh my God, someone's dead!" he shouted, kicking and digging with his hands as he retreated to the street.

Patrolman Xiao Wang was adding charcoal to a copper hand warmer in the sentry box when he heard Old Yang's tearful howl. He shook his hand and sparks flew out of the hand warmer, scalding his hand. He almost dropped the hand warmer on the ground. "Old Yang, why are you howling so early in the morning?"

He put down the hand warmer, put on his coat, and rushed out of the guardhouse. He ran so fast that he slipped and fell on the snow.

"Dead, dead people, so many!" Old Yang said tremblingly, pointing behind the sentry box.

Xiao Wang got up and ran to the back of the sentry box. When he got there, he exclaimed "Oh my God!" and sat down on the ground. He took out the whistle from his pocket and started blowing it.

A group of people on duty in the police station rushed out.

"What happened?"

"Xiao Wang, what are you doing blowing the whistle for!"

"Damn it, Xiao Wang, what's wrong with you? Did your brain get frozen?"

Various noises were heard, and then the sentry box was surrounded, but the next moment there was deathly silence.

The sheriff on duty stammered, "Something big has happened. Hurry, go call the chief."

Afterwards, a cordon was set up and a phone call was made to the police chief to find out that his family was not at home. All the big and small leaders in the police station were notified one by one, and all the section chiefs, group leaders and captains arrived at the bureau before 7 o'clock.

The atmosphere in the police station was so oppressive that it was hard to breathe.

"Hasn't the director been found yet?"

"No, Deputy Chief!"

"Damn it, go to the Eight Great Hutongs and take a look!"

"Yes, Deputy Director."

The pseudo-police chief Zhou Tielin was sleeping soundly on the warm kang with Xiao Cuixiang, a female lead in the South City Theater, in his arms, when he was awakened by the frantic banging on the door.

"Who the hell is that out there? You dare to knock on my door so early in the morning? Believe it or not, I'll kill you."

"Chief! No, this is bad!"

"You're in trouble!" Zhou Tielin put on his clothes and walked to the door and slapped the policeman who reported the news.

The young policeman staggered from the blow, covering his face as he spoke rapidly, "Chief, this is seriously bad. Five low-class soldiers and several detectives were stripped naked and left at the door of our police station."

He was afraid that he would be slapped again if he spoke slowly.

"Dead or alive?" "Dead, dead, it seems like there are those who disappeared the day before yesterday!"

Zhou Tielin felt a heat under his crotch and was about to pee. He turned around, went into the house, put on his clothes casually, and followed the policeman out the door.

When Zhou Tielin arrived at the police station, it had already been surrounded by the military police.

The bodies were also sent to the lobby of the police station. As soon as Zhou Tielin entered the lobby, he was slapped twice by the oncoming officer.

"Mr. Zhou, the body of an imperial soldier was found at the door of the police station. Shouldn't you give me an explanation?" Then the command knife of the officer opposite was pressed against Zhou Tielin's Adam's apple.

"Captain Xiaolin, can you let me ask what's going on?" Zhou Tielin's cold sweat was pouring down.

"I'll give you some time. I've brought back the remains of the imperial soldier. You have three days to solve the case, otherwise, you'll all be dead." The captain of the military police, Bear Kobayashi, said in a sinister voice.

"Yes, yes," Zhou Tielin quickly stood at attention and saluted. (Since this isn't a fictional story about the Republic of China or espionage, I won't go into detail on that aspect. The focus will still be on the Siheyuan, and the pace of this period will be slightly accelerated later.)
"Wang Wang Wang"

"Bang bang bang, bang bang bang!"

"Open the door, open the door!"

The barking of dogs and the frantic banging on doors woke up the people in the courtyard, and then the lights in several residents' houses were turned on.

"Zhuzi, Zhuzi, don't sleep anymore, put on your clothes and come to the main room!" He Daqing's voice was heard outside the ear room.

"Dad, what happened outside?" He Yuzhu got out of bed quickly and started to put on his clothes. He already had some guesses in his mind that the matter of the corpses had fermented.

"Don't ask so many questions, little kid. Hurry up and get dressed and go to the main room. I'll go out and take a look!"

"Eh!"

"Crunch, crunch!" The sound of stepping on snow was heard in the yard.

"Here I come." Yi Zhonghai's voice came from the front yard.

He Yuzhu heard it vaguely when he walked out of the ear room.

"Damn, why is it so slow!"

"Boss, Boss, everyone is asleep now."

"Are there any new faces in your yard?"

He walked quickly to the door of the main house, pushed open the gap for one person, went in, and turned around to close the door.

"Wow wow wow" Chen Lanxiang was coaxing He Yushui who was frightened awake.

"mother!"

"Come on to the kang quickly, your father and the others are outside!"

"Eh."

He Yuzhu walked obediently to the kang and sat on the edge.

Not long after, the door opened and the sound of the door opening came: "Master Duo, look, there are only the three of them in the room, no one else, look!"

"He Daqing, don't think I won't touch you just because you cooked for Xiao Rizi for a few days!"

"How could that be, how could that be, mother!" He Daqing shouted at Chen Lanxiang.

Chen Lanxiang glanced at He Daqing, understood what he meant, groped under the pillow, and took out two dollars: "Zhu'er, give it to your father."

"Hey!" He Yuzhu took it and walked up to He Daqing and called out, "Dad!"

"Go back quickly!" He Daqing waved to He Yuzhu after taking it, and then the two dollars went into the pocket of the policeman who was called Duo Ye just now.

(End of this chapter)