Chajing Street, Liulianjiu Lane, Dongcheng Old District.

At about seven o'clock in the morning, the street construction machinery made a punctual "clang" sound, which was deafening like exploding firecrackers next to the pillow. Residents on the lower floors cursed in their sleep and refused to get up, turning over and over again to stay alive for another half an hour.

The office workers who were in a hurry got up at dawn. They happened to go downstairs and passed the construction team. They glanced at it and carefully avoided it.

At the entrance of the alley, an old man who had finished his morning exercise came over carrying soy milk and fried dough sticks. He stopped and looked at it for a while before entering the building.

The foreman fastened the buttons of his safety helmet, took off one side of his industrial mask, and directed to the people next to him: "Pump the water first, then fill the well!"

They connected underground cables, but a decades-old well at the end of Nine Alley blocked the road. The plan was to fill in the old well that had not been used for a long time.

The construction team members carried the water pump over and passed the long and thick pipe into the well. When the plug was inserted into the socket, there was a "rumble" sound, followed by the gurgling sound of the well water being pumped up.

Within a minute of pumping, there was a sudden "click" sound, and the water pump shook like a twitch. It was obvious that something was stuck in the water pipe at the bottom of the well.

"The old well has been sealed for five or six years," said the construction team member, "There is probably a lot of garbage accumulated."

Foreman: "Bring the iron hook and scoop out the garbage. Hurry, the well must be filled before 8 o'clock!"

At this time, a young man came over carrying a three-meter-long fishing rod with an iron hook tied to the tip, and he lay down at the narrow mouth of the well and looked down.

The well was pitch black and bottomless, and the cold air and disgusting stench hit our faces.

The young man almost vomited. He covered his mouth and nose wearing a mask, put the fishing rod into the water and made two circles. When he encountered resistance, he found the right position and lifted it up hard.

Weighing and weighing, I found a quite heavy piece of garbage.

He quickly lifted it up and saw a black ball almost two meters away from the wellhead. The young man guessed it was a ball covered in black algae and had become heavier after being filled with water.

"What did you pick up?" a worker in the distance asked loudly.

"Ball!"

The young man replied forcefully, stretched out his arm and grabbed the black algae clinging to the surface of the ball and pulled it up. He was eye to eye with a pale, swollen face that was beyond recognition, face to face, and the fat white maggots were so close.

Dropped on the tip of the nose.

“Ahhhhh——!!”

The howling sound was as miserable as a chicken killing scene, frightening all the sleeping and waking people within a radius of 20 meters. Then they all chopped cutting boards, beat pillows and cursed: Fuck!

Next to the old well in Jiuxiang, after the screams, there was only noisy mechanical noise. No one spoke, as if even breathing had stopped. The atmosphere was polarized between calm and tense, weird and on the verge of breaking out.

Thinking that there was a bleeding accident, the foreman clutched his heart, walked over quickly with his legs wide open, walked around the big stone crusher, and said quickly and skillfully: "How are the injuries? Is there any bleeding? Can you still move? Quickly judge whether it is necessary.

Need to call for help——"

The loud voice stopped suddenly, and a human head was seen growing out of the concrete ground next to the old well.

The hair is as wet as waterweed, the facial features are pale and swollen, the big eyes are bulging with a dead stare, and soft, fat white maggots are crawling around on the facial features and the top of the head, as if they are celebrating a carnival in a paradise and enjoying a sumptuous dinner.

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Dafu Street, Dongcheng Old District, Chunbu Lao Community.

Early morning on weekdays.

After the green light turned on, the tires of the cars started to move, and the long queues lined up up and down intertwined with each other, as neat and orderly as the swarms of sardines in the shallow sea.

Pedestrians walked in a hurry on the sidewalks on both sides, passing by a small convenience store and a breakfast shop before stopping. The process of taking breakfast and paying was smooth and fast, never taking more than three seconds.

‘double kill~~’

Office workers gathered at the bus stop and lined up in three long lines to wait for the bus. When they heard the familiar game prompts, they subconsciously looked back, chewed whole wheat bread and muttered a few words in their hearts: It’s so leisurely, I’m envious.

But I saw a few plastic mats placed at the entrance of a small convenience store three meters away from the long queue. Four or five primary school students, one large and one small, were surrounding the middle, staring at the screen, with expressions more solemn than if they had scored 10 points in a parent-teacher conference.

Surrounded by them, the big one and the small one are competing for the title of "the best brother in the community" based on winning or losing in the game.

The younger one is a primary school student, overnourished and overweight, but he has been the leader of a community group of children for more than two years, which is considered seniority.

The eldest one was a young man, sitting on a short plastic saddle. He had a slender figure and a tight space. He had to curl up his long legs, arch his back and lower his head. Just looking at this position made him feel tired.

He wore a dark green overalls and cotton-padded jacket. The collar was not too tight and a thin white shirt could be vaguely seen underneath. He was wearing navy blue trousers and military boots of the same color.

His fingers flexibly controlled the character Snakeskin's position to harvest heads. After hearing the prompt, Li Zan calmly destroyed the enemy's defense tower.

'victory!'

Total victory!

"I'm willing to admit defeat." The former "No. 1 Brother in the Community" Xiao Pangdun stood up with his schoolbag on his back, beat his chest with his fist, and said with a bit of arrogance: "Brother, please protect the younger brothers more from now on."

The former boss took the lead, and the younger ones had no time to get frustrated. They all hit their left chests with their right fists, with uniform standards and skill: "Brother, we are relying on you!"

"Go to class." Li Zan held the phone with two fingers and put it in his trouser pocket, stretched out his long curled legs, straightened his back and raised his head, and lazily cursed: "If you fail the midterm exam, dad, I will kill you."

Pangdun: "You are called a big brother, and you will be a dad for life. Riverside is not the bottom of the valley where we are stuck in mud. You will see our grace in winning the Grand Slam."

Several little ghosts sang in unison: "Oh~~Daddy."

Li Zan raised two fingers and pointed in the direction of the elementary school, as if he was throwing a Frisbee and ordering a dog to retrieve it: "Go."

Pang Dun led the boys to bow and returned the phone to the convenience store owner, seriously stating that he would not rent the phone again until he won the Grand Slam.

Then they ran quickly to school.

Li Zan stood up, took the yogurt and bread and went to the counter to pay. He lowered his head and read the black text on the white paper attached to the glass counter: "Rent a second-hand mobile phone to play games for 10 yuan an hour. Boss, Internet cafes are short of talents like you."

."

The boss was bowing his head and indulging in the game. When he heard this, he raised his head and looked at Li Zan. He was the handsome guy he disliked the most. He ignored him and didn't reply. He scanned the QR code and said: "7 yuan."

Li Zan did not use his mobile phone to pay, but rummaged through his pocket to find change, a five-dollar note and two one-dollar coins, threw them in front of the boss and continued: "Unkind, won't this tempt the flowers of the motherland to fall into depravity?

"

The boss skillfully took out a watermelon knife and slapped it on the table: "Two thousand for one knife, not counting disability or fatal injuries. We support WeChat and Alipay transfers."

Cruel enough.

No wonder all the parents in the community came back defeated one by one, because they were in trouble.

Li Zan picked up the handle of the knife and played with the beautiful knife flower. He raised his left index finger and flicked the tip of the knife, and the blade made a buzzing sound.

"The knife is very good."

Li Zan praised him, and then threw the watermelon knife back. There was a loud bang, and the tip of the knife was pointed at the boss's chest. If the boss who was "not afraid of death" hadn't been so frightened that he shrank back, he might have been stabbed.

"Don't hide, one sword kills two thousand."

'welcome.'

When the customer who just entered the store saw this, he quickly waved his hands in surrender and ran away without saying a word.

The boss looked ugly, handed Li Zan a bag of soft Chinese worth hundreds of dollars, and whispered: "Brother, I see you are pretty good at swordsmanship, right? Give me some face, it's not easy for everyone to make ends meet."

Li Zan smiled half-heartedly, with sparse eyebrows and handsome features. He had a refreshing youthful air when he was quiet, but unfortunately most of the time he was a decent gangster.

"Two-thirds of the tobacco and alcohol on the left are A-grade products." Li Zan pressed his finger against the soft Chinese and pushed it back. The boss just pulled it out from the left. "The spray code on the Moutai bottle cap on the left is batch number 06.

--"

"The market has long been out of stock. The resources of 53-degree Pu Mao are in short supply. It is not easy for you to get these ten bottles. The spray code happens to be the same as the batch of Maotai wine investigated two days ago. Even the anti-counterfeiting chip on the bottle cap can be

Sweep it out."

The production of 53-degree Pu Mao takes five years. It happened that five years ago, macroeconomic problems led to a downturn in Pu Mao production, which indirectly affected Pu Mao resources on the market this year.

You can't even find a bottle of 53% Pu Mao on the counter. There are about a dozen bottles laid out in a small convenience store, which is very unusual in itself.

What's more, Moutai's spray code is unique, but Li Zan remembered that a batch of Pu Mao spray codes confiscated by the bureau two days ago overlapped with the Pu Mao from convenience stores.

"Tobacco..." The two words rolled on his tongue, and Li Zan let out a short laugh: "The problem is bigger."

Damn it!

The boss quickly stood up and apologized, pulled out a piece of soft Chinese worth thousands from the right hand and handed it over: "This is a small business, please show mercy and give me a way to survive. What I sell is also shipped from Moutai Town, Kweichow. The taste is similar and harmless.

The price is still halved, so we can make a profit at the cost price..."

"You are selling fakes and paying bribes to get into trouble." Li Zan glared at him coldly, his black eyes were cold and cold, and his aura was very bluffing.

The boss immediately became frustrated.

Knock knock.

Li Zan tapped the black and white paper that said 'rental mobile phone' under the counter: "Take it, don't harm the fat flowers of the motherland."

"OK!"

“Sell less fake cigarettes and alcohol.”

"I don't dare anymore."

Li Zan took away the bread and yogurt, gave a few warnings, and left.

On the way, I finished my bread in a few mouthfuls, biting my yogurt straw and inserting it into my pocket, slowly and leisurely like a retired old man searching for youth on the street. I passed two traffic lights, walked along the boulevard, and walked leisurely into the door of the Criminal Investigation Brigade Office of the Dongcheng District Public Security Bureau.

There are old peeling paint doors, old-fashioned clean floor tiles, desks and chairs that have not been replaced in more than ten years, and glass cabinets that store a large amount of discarded materials but are covered with dust. Even the air conditioner is a window machine type that has long been eliminated from the market.

The interior is simple and unpretentious, equipped with a professional criminal investigation team for the "old, weak and disabled".

The Criminal Investigation Brigade of Dongcheng District Branch of Yuejiang City, a county-level public security branch known as the "elderly care" department, is poor and silent.
To be continued...