The Plow

"Are you that excited to see me?"

Yue Dingtang looked up and down, showing a strange expression.

The little yellow croaker is not visible in the coat, but through the thin pajamas, the gold at the waist moves with the body, like pebbles rubbing against the flesh.

Ling Shu pulled out a weak smile.

"We are friends in need who escaped from death, can you not be excited, how did you escape later?"

Yue Dingtang injured one shoulder and found it difficult to push the wheelchair with one hand, so he simply took the crutches to prop him up, limped to Lingshu's bedside and sat down.

"There is heating in the room, but you are still so cold? You have to wrap your coat around the quilt?"

Ling Shu hugged his coat tighter. "This is also my brother who shares weal and woe, and no one can separate us."

Yue Dingtang's expression was exactly the same as Ling Yao's a few minutes ago.

He sighed, and took out a palm-sized half piece of paper from the pocket of the hospital gown.

"Look at this first."

A slip of paper is one of the pages of a document.

But that's only what it was.

Ling Shu could only see about four or five lines of English words and sentences in the scrap of paper, and they were all incomplete.

The edges are black and burnt yellow, and there is a small burnt black hole in the center of the writing.

With Yue Dingtang's style, if he could bring out a whole document, he would definitely not just bring such a piece of paper.

The situation at that time was only more critical than imagined.

When the other party handed over the piece of paper, Ling Shu discovered that the half of his arm under the hospital gown had also been burned by fire.

"Judging from the only surviving words above, it should be related to the source of those arms." Ling Shu carefully identified the words above, "British United Transport Company..."

"There is still a name in the middle, but I can't see it clearly. This company transported a batch of matches and medicines to China in 1920 to deal with the dangerous situation that may happen soon."

"The back is all burned, um, there is another word, let me see, streetfighti... Maybe the last two letters are ng? Street fighting? Why did you mention street fighting?"

"There's only so much we can see, and we'd only know more if we had access to the entire document."

"At that time, the fire spread quickly. I didn't have time to rescue the documents, and I almost folded people in it."

Yue Dingtang recalled the previous scene. At the critical moment, he did not run behind Ling Shu and the others, but turned his head and went to the entrance where they came in. As soon as he walked in, the airflow generated by the explosion on the back foot caused the basement to collapse. After Tang managed to get to the second floor, Boss Li followed closely behind him.

Yue Dingtang originally wanted to take Hong Xiaoguang away, but Boss Li refused to let him go, as if he was afraid that he would reveal too much information, so he shot Hong Xiaoguang with one shot, and the two fought on the second floor of the basement. A lot of time was wasted, and when the second explosion happened, he almost died in the flames.

Ling Shu touched his chin.

"It doesn't matter, we can see the whole picture by looking at a corner, and we can make a rough guess."

"The Yuan's underground batch of arms should have been shipped together with the batch of goods mentioned in the document. Even the so-called matches and medicines may be just a name."

"I remember that in 1919, not long after the war ended, Europe and the United States joined forces with Japan to impose an arms embargo on China. But in fact, this measure has not been implemented."

Yue Dingtang: "Yes, many weapons can still be dismantled and shipped over, and warlords from all over the world continue to buy arms from Europe and the United States, but it must be covered up on the surface, so it is in the name of medicine."

Ling Shu: "After these things arrived, they never left Shanghai. It can be seen that the people who ordered these goods originally intended to use them here, but they didn't come in handy. Then the question arises, what happened in Shanghai around the 20s? 'Potentially dangerous situation'?"

What happened more than ten years ago, the authorities are fascinated, it is difficult for them to recall all at once.

In my impression, since Shanghai was opened as a port, it has become more and more prosperous, and there have been many major events.

At that time, it was still the time when the warlords were in full swing, and Shanghai——

It seems to be the territory of the Anhui warlords.

Duan Qirui, Xu Shuzheng, Duan Zhigui...

A personal name flashed across Ling Shu's mind.

These familiar names were all prominent figures of the Anhui warlords at the time. Of course, more than ten years have passed, and some of them have passed away. Many young men in the local area may not know this past, but they have nothing to do with these arms.

Ling Shu suddenly had a flash of inspiration and thought of a possibility.

indirect benefits.

"The original owner of Yuan Mansion was British."

Yue Dingtang suddenly said.

"At that time, the Anhui warlords took refuge in Japan. This may be because the British were worried that Japan's interests would expand rapidly, and conflicts would eventually break out and spread to the public concession, so they prepared this batch of things in case they were needed. But later, the situation changed. , the Anhui faction has also lost power one after another, and these weapons are useless."

From this point of view, the identity of the Englishman who bought the house before must not be simple, including why he suddenly threw down the house and the things underneath and let it be sold, whether this person is alive or dead now, etc., it is just a long time ago , many details have been untraceable.

As for Yuan Bingdao, he probably didn't know the secrets under the gold, otherwise he wouldn't have hidden the gold he had worked so hard to transport from Sichuan on top of the arsenal. Then who recommended this house to Yuan Bingdao at the beginning, and did the recommender know? The secret hidden under this house is unknown.

And the person who Sancai obeyed probably learned the secret from the information left by the British or other channels, so he sent Boss Li to try his best to get the house.

"Where's Boss Li?" Ling Shu asked.

Yue Dingtang shook his head: "After the fire was extinguished, the people in the patrol room were responsible for cleaning up the aftermath. So far, only two bodies have been found. They are initially identified as Hong Xiaoguang and the old housekeeper. It is not ruled out that there will be more discoveries later."

The old butler was knocked unconscious by Sancai at the entrance of the second floor. Afterwards, the scene was chaotic and everyone was too busy to take care of themselves. Naturally, they couldn't rescue the old and immobile butler.

Ling Shu: "Crescent Cafe?"

Yue Dingtang: "I also went to investigate. Smith took people there personally. None of the guys ran away and were all taken back. But from the results of the preliminary interrogation, they didn't know anything. In their eyes, Boss Li is A good man and benefactor through and through."

This is the expected result.

The more people who know about it, the sooner things will be exposed. With Boss Li's scheming, of course he will not expose these small details.

If Hong Xiaoguang hadn't taken the initiative to confess, they might not have been able to connect Boss Li so far. Even if they had doubts, it would be difficult to be sure.

Ling Shu asked about Shen Renjie.

Yue Dingtang: "He was burned and even broke a leg, but it's not a serious problem. It's better than dying."

If there are no accidents, this case will soon come to an end by closing the case.

The murderer who killed Du Yuning surfaced, the Skynet was restored, and the real murderer was buried in the sea of ​​flames, with a head and a tail.

Yuan's mansion was reduced to ruins, and the real culprit was burned to death at the same time, which also saved the trouble of follow-up and arrest. It was the result Smith wanted. He could explain it to his superiors, and he could brag in the newspapers as much as he wanted, no matter what All day great credit.

For Ling Shu, it was a good thing that his suspicion was completely cleared.

not to mention……

"you're uncomfortable?"

Yue Dingtang watched him twist slightly under the quilt.

It's not huge, but it's noticeable when you get close.

"It's okay, my back is a little itchy."

"Holding dirty clothes, won't it itch?" Yue Dingtang frowned, and reached out to take the coat away. "Where does it itch? Can I ask the nurse to scratch it for you?"

Ling Shu: "No need, I'm a big man, I don't know how to kiss a man and a woman, I'll just come by myself later."

Yue Dingtang: ...

He still clearly remembered the scene of Ling Shu hugging and laughing at the Fei Leng Cui dance hall, and looking at the lipstick marks on the card delivered on the table, it was difficult to connect with the person in front of him who said "men and women can't get along".

"Turn around and I'll scratch it for you."

"Then what's the point? Go back and rest first, I think you're not seriously injured, go back and rest quickly, don't worry about me!"

Before he finished speaking, Yue Dingtang had already lifted his quilt.

The hospital gown was rubbed up by Ling Shu himself, revealing a white belly with gauze pasted in the middle, where it was stabbed before.

The surrounding parts that do not see the sun all the year round are thinner and more tender than women.

"what are you doing!"

Ling Shu hissed, and was about to resist, but because he moved his injured hand, his teeth chattered in pain, and his body had already been turned over.

Four small yellow croakers came into view impressively.

Jin Cancan shone under the lamp, telling the wordless temptation.

Before Ling Shu could reach out his hand in the future, the other party had already taken away his unheated property.

"Give it back to me!"

"Where did you get the little yellow croaker?"

Yue Dingtang raised his hand high, Ling Shu couldn't reach it, and it was impossible to stand up and grab it.

"My sister gave it to me! What do you want? The fourth son of the dignified Yue family is acting like a robber in broad daylight. How shameless!"

Yue Dingtang smiled but said, "The gold that eldest sister gave you is still engraved with the words Chongzhen?"

Ling Shu's face was not flushed and his heart was not beating: "What? Our Ling family has been considered rich, so we are not allowed to have any property?"

Yue Dingtang: "Of course. If that's the case, I'll ask my eldest sister first. If she really gave it to you, I'll return it to you. If not, I'll help Quan Dang keep it for you, so that you won't waste it on those dancing girls at will. "

Ling Shu laughed angrily: "Yue, you are too brazen!"

Yue Dingtang put the little yellow croaker in his pocket with a meaningful expression.

"You'll thank me soon enough."

The days of convalescence were boring and boring, Ling Shu clamored to be discharged from the hospital within a few days, but was ruthlessly suppressed by Ling Yao.

On the contrary, Yue Dingtang was allowed to leave the hospital and go home to recuperate, so he didn't have to continue to be trapped here like him.

Yue Chunxiao came to see him every three or two days. Even if he couldn't come, he would send servants to bring some soup and water. After ten days and a half months, when Ling Shu was finally discharged from the hospital, he didn't lose weight. Down, but a circle of fat.

Once back at the police station, Cheng Si clicked his tongue when he saw him.

He slapped it with his palm, but Ling Shu couldn't help showing a pained expression, and hurriedly withdrew his hand.

"Are you okay? The injury is not healed yet?"

"It's a wound!" Ling Shu rolled his eyes at him, "You've seen how the Yuan mansion was burned. How could you recover so quickly?! I've been locked up in the hospital for a long time, and I really can't stay , asked the doctor to discharge me from the hospital!"

Cheng Si smiled and said, "That's good, double happiness, today you have to treat yourself to dinner, you can't drink if you're injured, and I won't force you, but you can order some for us!"

Ling Shu looked like you were out of your mind: "Where did you get Double Happiness?"

Not to mention that the wound has not healed yet, when he thought of his four small yellow croakers, he wanted to twist Yue Dingtang's head off and make fried yellow croakers.

Cheng Si: "You're going to be promoted!"

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Small theater unrelated to the main text:

Yue Dingtang: Today is another sweet chapter.

Ling Shu:?You are blind, how sweet?

Yue Dingtang: Four small yellow croakers.

Ling Shu:? ? ?