Siheyuan: Hang Jia Dongxu, smash Banggeng to death!

The next day.

The entire city of Beijing was shaken.

Before dawn, the sound of orderly footsteps could be heard on the street.

Squads of soldiers marched out of the military camp and occupied various key roads in the city.

The city gates were sealed off, the train station was sealed off, the bus station was sealed off, and even the small roads leading out of the city were blocked off.

Anyone entering or leaving needs a pass; anyone without a pass will be detained.

This was the largest martial law order ever imposed on Beijing since the founding of the People's Republic of China.

The common people peered out through the cracks in their windows, watching the heavily armed soldiers and the military vehicles parked at the intersection, feeling an indescribable tension.

Some say it's to catch spies, some say it's to prepare for air raids, and some say it's because war is about to break out.

There are all sorts of rumors, but nobody knows the truth.

Only a few people knew that this martial law was related to the Great Northwest.

That grandfather personally directed the construction of the base in Northwest China in the shortest possible time.

All resources, all manpower, and all energy must be directed in that direction.

The martial law imposed on Beijing was only the first step.

On the same day, the police also issued their final report on the tragedy at No. 95 Courtyard.

A large notice was posted at the entrance of the Hongxing Police Station, with black characters on white paper and a bright red seal.

The crowd of onlookers was packed in layers, making it impossible to move.

Someone read it aloud, and the voice carried through the crowd:

"...Upon investigation, it was found that the recent series of murders in the courtyard house at No. 95 Nanluoguxiang and the surrounding area were committed by Lou Bancheng, a big capitalist, in collusion with enemy agents."

To cover up his counter-revolutionary crimes, Lou Bancheng conspired with lurking enemy agents to commit a series of horrific massacres.

"Attempting to create social panic and undermine our stable and united situation, the so-called evil spirits are completely fabricated..."

The crowd erupted in an instant.

The person reading the notice raised their voice, "Currently, the main culprit, Lou Bancheng, has been killed, and all other involved enemy agents have been apprehended. This case is now solved."

After the notice was read, the crowd was quiet for a moment, and then a burst of discussion broke out.

"I knew it! What kind of evil spirit was behind this? It turns out to be enemy agents."

A middle-aged man in a gray Zhongshan suit shook his head and said, "I've said it before, there are no ghosts in this world! It's all human trickery!"

An old man next to him protested, "You said that a long time ago? You told me yesterday that you saw a dark shadow floating around under the crooked tree near courtyard number 95."

The man in the Zhongshan suit blushed: "I...I must have misjudged. Everyone makes mistakes sometimes."

A burst of good-natured laughter erupted from the crowd.

An older woman leaned over and whispered mysteriously, "I heard from my second uncle's wife's brother's brother that the old man Yi Zhonghai in the courtyard at No. 95 is actually a spy chief, and a group leader too."

"Really?" Several people nearby turned their heads at the same time.

"Of course it's true!"

The woman said confidently, "My relative works at the police station and saw it with his own eyes. It's written in Yi Zhonghai's file."

He became a traitor when the Japanese invaded Beijing, and later, after the Japanese surrendered, he became an enemy agent, lurking in Beijing for decades and harming countless people.

"No wonder!"

An old man suddenly realized, "I knew something was off about Yi Zhonghai. He always acted so respectable, spouting righteousness and morality, but behind the scenes he was doing all sorts of shady things. Turns out he's a spy."

"you do not say."

The older woman got more and more excited as she spoke, "I also heard that Yi Zhonghai has a Japanese name, something like... Yamamoto Mugen!"

"Is this baseless incitement?"

The old man frowned. "Why does this name sound so strange?"

"You just don't understand."

The old woman looked smug. "Shan... Wugen means 'gap' or 'without roots,' which means he has no roots, betraying his country and his people."

So even Heaven couldn't bear to see him suffer, and thus he was childless, without even a son.

"Yes, yes, yes!"

Several people nearby nodded in agreement. "No wonder he has no son; he's rootless."

Another murmur arose from the crowd.

Some say Jia Zhangshi was also a spy, some say Liu Haizhong was no good either, some say Yan Bugui was wronged, and some say he deserved it.

There were all sorts of opinions, and the more they were said, the more outrageous and absurd it became.

But no one mentioned the word "evil spirit" again.

The notice stated that the evil spirits were unfounded.

It's a rumor fabricated by enemy agents.

Anyone who mentions evil spirits again is spreading rumors and promoting feudal superstition, which is illegal.

No one dares to take this risk.

Inside the Hongxing Police Station, Director Zhao stood by the window, looking at the crowd outside who were discussing the matter, and let out a long sigh of relief.

He was holding a document with a red stamp that read "Case Closed".

Having been a police officer for so many years, I've never had a case resolved so quickly, yet with such a frustrating feeling.

"Director Zhao,"

Qin Ming walked in, holding a document in his hand. "The approval for the collective second-class merit has been issued."

Director Zhao took the document, glanced at it, and a bitter smile appeared on his lips.

A collective second-class merit award would have been an immense honor in the past.

But now, he only feels irony.

"What did they say?"

Qin Ming lowered his voice: "The higher-ups said this matter ends here. No more mentioning evil spirits. Anyone who does is spreading rumors and standing with enemy agents."

Director Zhao nodded.

Although he had anticipated the possibility of success, he was surprised by how swiftly the decision was made, to the point that he could hardly believe it.

Such a huge case, with so many deaths, deserves an explanation.

Enemy agents are the best scapegoats.

Lou Bancheng is the best mastermind behind the scenes.

As for the truth, nobody cares.

"What about Lin Tian and his sister's two children? Have they been found?"

Qin Ming was silent for a few seconds, then said, "It's gone. I can't find it anywhere."

Director Zhao nodded again, turned around, and looked out the window.

On the street, people were still talking, notices were still being posted, and soldiers were still patrolling.

Everything is progressing in the intended direction.

"Alright, you can go now."

Qin Ming responded and turned to leave.

Director Zhao stood by the window, feeling a mix of emotions.

Where did the evil spirits go after killing so many people?

Will he come back?

Will they continue killing?

Was the letter left by the evil spirit that Team Leader Chen wrote genuine?

he does not know.

All he knew was that, from today onward, this case had nothing to do with him anymore.

It has nothing to do with anyone anymore.

Director Zhao murmured, "Lin Tian, ​​I hope you and your siblings can live well, lay down your weapons, and start a new life."

On the street, the crowd in front of the notice gradually dispersed.

Some people believed it, some didn't, and some were skeptical.

But whether they believed it or not, no one mentioned the word "evil spirit" anymore.

The legend of "Yamamoto no Kon" spread through the streets and alleys, becoming more and more bizarre with each retelling.

Some say Yi Zhonghai was the illegitimate son of the Japanese devils, some say he received spy training from a young age, and some say his hands are stained with the blood of Chinese people.

There are all sorts of opinions, but no one says that he's just a cowardly, selfish old man.

What the truth is is no longer important.

The important thing is that the case is closed.

The city of Beijing has returned to peace.

Lin Tian didn't expect that the grandfather would act so quickly. After paying respects to his parents with Tangtang, he left Beijing and went to Hong Kong.

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P.S.: Family members, what can we write about in the Hong Kong section? Club activities or making money? I think making money through zero-dollar purchases is more direct.