Courtyard House: The Chef's Intelligence System

After going through the motions, Li Jiuzhou had Yan Bugui continue the flushing.

What was dumped out was not just a corpse, but also other things, such as a samurai sword.

Upon seeing the katana, the three men's gazes toward the corpse turned hostile, but they remained silent and continued cleaning the remaining items.

Until a metal box and a tattered, yellowish-brown military uniform were washed clean.

Inside the metal box was a black and white photograph of a family of four: two adults and two children.

When Sha-zhu saw the man in the photo, his pupils contracted, and his eyes were filled with disbelief.

He looked at the camphor wood box again, and it seemed so familiar. He already knew the answer in his heart, but he didn't say anything.

However, Li Jiuzhou, standing next to Shazhu, also noticed his unusual behavior.

Finally, they also found a rifle, which was also broken. Li Jiuzhou recognized it as a Type 38 rifle!

After these items were discovered, the identity of the corpse's owner could no longer be concealed, and the three men could no longer contain their anger.

Shazhu picked up the katana, forcefully drew it, and slashed down at the skeleton's head:

Fuck your mother!

Yan Bugui spat over, then stomped his right foot with all his might, shattering the bones into pieces.

"Damn it, you hid in the water! If I can't kill you, why the hell are you left with a whole corpse?"

Li Jiuzhou also took a stone and smashed it hard against the white bones. He did it not on purpose; it was purely from the bottom of his heart.

Sha Zhu seemed unsatisfied; he held the severed head in his left hand, his eyes filled with hatred and a sense of satisfaction.

He then slapped his head with both hands.

Yan Bugui broke out in a cold sweat. It was impossible to stop it. What did they mean by "the death of a human being is the greatest"? The Chinese way of thinking only applied to their own people. The Japanese devils were beasts, and beasts were not human.

He thought to himself, "You idiot Zhu, you're really something else!"

Li Jiuzhou noticed that Shazhu was acting strangely, but he didn't ask, since there were other people present.

So he went up and tugged at Sha Zhu: "Zhu Zi, that's enough."

Then he said to Yan Bugui:

"Uncle Yan, please go and call the police. This beast needs to be dealt with, right? I don't want to bury it."

"Okay, I'll go right away," Yan Bugui agreed.

After sending Yan Bugui away, Li Jiuzhou took out a cigarette and handed it to Sha Zhu.

Sha Zhu had regained his composure by now: "Senior brother, I..."

Li Jiuzhou waved his hand: "We'll talk about it when we get back."

Sha Zhu didn't say anything, but quietly smoked his cigarette.

In less than ten minutes, Yan Bugui arrived with several police officers.

The leader had already learned the whole story from Yan Bugui before arriving, and after seeing the scene, he looked at the three of them with a strange expression:

"So much hostility?"

All three of them felt a little embarrassed, since it's best if no one knows about things like corpse abuse.

Throughout Chinese history, the most violent and vengeful act has been nothing more than digging up graves and whipping corpses.

For example, during the Spring and Autumn Period, Wu Zixu dug up the grave of King Ping of Chu and whipped his corpse 300 times, but that did not quell his hatred!

In the early Qing Dynasty, after the death of Dorgon, the fake father of Emperor Shunzhi, his body was exhumed, whipped, beheaded, and left to rot.

The three were questioned on the spot, and now a lot of people were watching. Actually, it wasn't a big deal; a few fishermen had just caught a wooden box.

Coincidentally, there was a person hiding inside this wooden box.

After the onlookers learned what had happened, they all said it was well hidden, and some even joked that they wanted to meet the person who lost the box, praising him as a true hero, the kind who does good deeds anonymously.

Moreover, it was not unusual at all for bodies to be pulled out of the various waterways in Beiping.

After this incident, they knew they wouldn't be able to catch any fish, so the three went home.

On the way home, Sha Zhu suddenly asked Li Jiuzhou to accompany him to Zhengyangmen so he could get something from his father.

Seeing that the two brothers had other things to do, Yan Bugui left first.

When we arrived at He Daqing's house, he was taking a nap.

Bai Lian called him over.

The three chatted idly in the main room until Bai Lian took the child out, at which point Sha Zhu couldn't help but lower his voice and ask:

"Dad, did you kill that Watanabe Saburo back then?"

Upon hearing this, He Daqing's hand trembled, and the ash from his cigarette fell. He looked flustered for a moment, but quickly regained his composure.

Li Jiuzhou was also surprised to hear this. It turned out that the skeleton was called Watanabe Saburo. Sha Zhu probably only recognized it after seeing the photo. It was certain that the father and son had met it before.

He Daqing remained calm and reprimanded Sha Zhu:

"You rushed all this way just to tell me this?"

Sha Zhu was still anxious and eager to know the answer. Seeing that Laozi was unwilling to tell him, he rolled his eyes:

"Dad, what are you hiding? We've been caught!"

"My senior apprentice caught Watanabe Saburo's body while fishing!"

"What?" Upon hearing this, He Daqing involuntarily stood up, but he still pretended to be calm:

"What the hell does that have to do with me? I'm a law-abiding citizen."

Sha Zhu laughed heartily when he saw his father smile like that.

"Dad, the chest that contained Saburo Watanabe was our family's camphor wood chest. My mother used it to store bedding. I used it so many times when I was a child. I would recognize it even if it were burned to ashes."

Since Sha Zhu had already said all that, He Daqing couldn't hide it anymore. He quickly went to close the door, sat down, and lit another cigarette.

He Daqing then revealed a look of reminiscence:

"Back then, I took Zhuzi to cook for the Japanese soldiers at the city gate. Zhuzi was slapped more than a dozen times by that Watanabe Saburo for no reason."

"I was so angry, I wanted to kill him, but there was nothing I could do. There were three of them, and I was only one. I couldn't beat them."

"Besides, I've never slapped Zhu Zi in his face in all his years, I've always hit his feet."

"Why did that Japanese devil slap my son? So not long after, I used a little trick and killed that Watanabe Saburo."

He Daqing spoke very casually, but Li Jiuzhou and Sha Zhu, the two listeners, could both sense the risks involved.

One of them could die by accident, and it could be He Daqing himself, or even his entire family. The Japanese devils are not human.

He Daqing is so brave, daring to take such a big risk to fight the Japanese. He's really something. No wonder he could have a son like Sha Zhu. Now the mystery is solved, it's purely genetic.

Li Jiuzhou was deeply moved after hearing this, while Sha Zhu was filled with emotion, tears streaming down his face.

If it weren't for the fact that his senior brother had managed to lure Watanabe away today, he would still be in the dark. Now, looking at his father again, he finds him more and more pleasing to the eye.

Without saying a word, Sha Zhu took out more than a hundred yuan from his pocket and stuffed it into He Daqing's hand:

"Dad, I won't say anything more. Take this money and buy cigarettes and alcohol. It's a gift from your son to you."

He Daqing was delighted and understood his son's intentions. He waved his hand and said:

"Alright, alright, it's all in the past. Just don't talk about it when you get back. It's just a little Japanese devil, no big deal!"

That's true, but after he killed the Japanese devils back then, he was so scared that he peed a few drops of urine.

Then he became even more irritable, which came from his confidence: "I dare to fight the Japanese devils, what am I afraid of?"

Li Jiuzhou admired He Daqing greatly. Thinking and doing are two different things, not to mention that he actually succeeded!