Uncle Shazhu, a simple-minded man in a courtyard house, persuades people with reason.

After years of plundering, the dark-skinned squad leader naturally wouldn't live in a cheap, cramped courtyard. A quiet, convenient two-room courtyard house right next to the street was the way to go!

Returning the way they came, outside the Black Dog's mansion, He Ping'an pressed down on Zheng Chaoyang, who was eager to try his hand at being the one-armed swordsman, pointing to his still-bleeding arm:

"Are you planning to just go in like this?"

Zheng Chaoyang assumed the commander was concerned about his injuries, so he waved his hand dismissively, saying, "It's just a minor injury, I'm used to it!"

"well……"

Today's fortune telling suggests that going out is auspicious... but not advisable!

He Ping'an felt that he sighed more tonight than he had in the entire previous year.

"You overestimate yourself. As the action team leader and acting head of the underground Communist Party in Beiping, I don't have time to worry about your health! What I mean is, your arm is still bleeding..."

He Ping'an really didn't want to see Zheng Chaoyang's clear, yet foolish, little eyes again. He took out a handkerchief, wrapped it around Zheng Chaoyang's wound, and tightened it firmly.

"Do you think their intelligence agency is just sitting around doing nothing? With your wound having been in and out twice, how could the amount of blood dripping be the same as if it had only been in and out once? Even an experienced black dog could see something's wrong, let alone the intelligence agency!"

This time, Zheng Chaoyang was quick-witted: "Understood! I'll go in and frame you first, then untie the bandages when I get out!"

"Wait!" He Ping'an pressed down on Zheng Chaoyang, who was about to climb the wall, again: "Afterwards, this handkerchief...?"

"Don't worry, even if I eat it, no one will know I was bandaged!"

Since Zheng Chaoyang knew, He Ping'an didn't waste any more words and turned to leave. He followed the path he had come from, cleaning up the traces... bloodstains that shouldn't have been in the corners of the walls, traces of ruins, and various messy shoe prints.

He Ping'an cursed his bad luck inwardly... He had hoped to find a ready-made helper while Lao Luo was away. Now, he had become Lao Luo's teacher and nanny!

TV dramas are misleading people!

On one side, He Ping'an worked tirelessly like an old ox, patching up the leaks. On the other side, Zheng Chaoyang successfully found the hidden compartment where the black-skinned squad leader had hidden things. He carefully put away the medicine purchase record and penicillin, picked up the cloth bag with only gold left, and left.

He unwrapped the bandage, bypassed the wailing orphans and widows, and staggered out of the alley. Passing an old locust tree, he put the blood-stained handkerchief into his cloth bag, which he then hung firmly on the tree.

In May, clusters of locust blossoms are in full bloom. The branches are haphazard, and the blossoms are dense. To the naked eye, all one can see are clusters of milky-white, fragrant locust flowers.

"Beep beep..."

A slightly shrill whistle sounded on the street. Because it was close to the residence of the Black-skinned Squad Leader, the little Black-skinneds were quite eager to come. However, they all stood still and whistled; not a single one dared to step forward.

Before patrolling the alleyways, they would cough to warn potential thieves. Would they risk their lives for a few dollars a month?

"I am Zheng Chaoyang, squad leader of the Fifth Branch Inspection Team. I accidentally discovered our company commander's Communist Party identity. During the firefight just now, I accidentally killed him! Now, I order you to come with me to search for evidence!"

As a squad leader, Zheng Chaoyang naturally couldn't command Xiao Heipi. However, with his bleeding arm and the gun barrels that intentionally or unintentionally swept across the crowd, the group of black dogs could only obediently follow Zheng Chaoyang into battle.

He passed by the corpse of the dark-skinned squad leader without even lifting an eyelid. One moment he was surrounded by distinguished guests, the next he was destitute and alone—such is the fickleness of fate!

Born into a chaotic era, burdened by the sins of Blackie's past, and further complicated by their communist affiliation, this widow and her child's future seems uncertain.

Husbands and wives, fathers and sons, are all bound by cause and effect. Since they enjoy the wealth and status of the corrupt official, they must bear the consequences. They have no one to blame but themselves! And who should those families who were extorted by the corrupt official blame?

Profiting from human suffering is a recipe for disaster; once you've tasted it, you'll regret it!

He Ping'an disappeared into the darkness; his scenes were finished and it was time for him to go home!

At the Black Skin Manor, Zheng Chaoyang took the lead, barging into the bedroom of the Black Skin Squad Leader. He and his men searched the house thoroughly, and in no time, a lucky young Black Skin man found "Communist intelligence"!

Zheng Chaoyang took the "evidence" and glanced at it briefly. With a wave of his hand, he ordered his henchmen to search for "evidence" in other rooms—in other words, to ransack the house! He himself wandered around aimlessly, thoroughly covering up any traces!

What black dog doesn't love money? Upon hearing that they could openly raid the house, they immediately scattered, each going off in groups of three or five to make their own fortune. Only one fat, middle-aged black dog didn't seem particularly enthusiastic about it.

"Master Duo, the chance to make a fortune is right in front of you, why are you so listless?" a young, dark-skinned man joked.

The man known as Master Duo, Blackie, waved his hand, "If I, Duomen, were to make a move, what chance would you bunch of monkeys have? Go about your business!"

The fewer people raiding the house, the more they can take. The crowd erupted in excitement once more. After a few casual compliments about how generous the master was, everyone went their separate ways to make their fortune!

Duomen's ancestors were all government officials (constables and yamen runners), and he himself trained in government service from a young age. Having served under the Beiyang government, the Japanese invaders, and the Republic of China, he can be considered a veteran of three dynasties with extensive experience.

Something about today's events felt off to him! When did the Communist Party start accepting such filthy and rotten things? Even if it was all a disguise, how could someone who could disguise themselves so well have their identity so easily exposed?

With years of experience, Duomen has always been cautious and meticulous. He may not be suspicious, but he will never be easily used as a pawn.

The black-skinned squad leader's bedroom, which had been so crowded just moments before, now only had Duomen left after Zheng Chaoyang and Little Blackie had departed. He didn't want any special treatment, and just as he was about to leave, he inadvertently discovered a drop of blood…

He remembered that place clearly; the squad leader Zheng Chaoyang, who brought them in, hadn't been wandering around there at all!

"Hiss!" Domen, feeling a chill run down his spine, hurriedly left the bedroom.

When you're down on your luck, the more you try to avoid something, the more likely it is to happen to you...

Duomen, who had just come out, bumped into Zheng Chaoyang, who was resting against the wall. He couldn't just ignore him. But the problem was, Zheng Chaoyang had developed sharp eyes. In just one glance, he spotted the conspicuous red mark at the very top of the courtyard wall.

Looking at Zheng Chaoyang's position, even someone who had never watched Detective Conan could roughly guess the squad leader's modus operandi. However, as the saying goes... those who survive in chaotic times are all clever, let alone someone like Duomen, a member of the public sector!

If the Black-Skinned Company Commander wasn't a Communist, then who was Zheng Chaoyang, who possessed Communist intelligence and killed the Black-Skinned Company Commander? Ha...

Despite being full of grievances, she had to smile and joke along with this man. After finally getting rid of him, Duomen stared at the conspicuous red line, her mind filled with yet another headache…