Walking along the empty road, Lu Weidong's figure was pulled long under the light. He was carrying his hands on his back, looking like he was walking leisurely in the garden.
After walking for a while, suddenly, a taxi came from behind and suddenly stopped when crossing Lu Weidong.
The taxi poked his head out, looked at Lu Weidong, frowned and said, "Sir, where are you going?"
Lu Weidong did not answer the conversation, but opened the door of the passenger seat and sat in it.
Afterwards, I lit a cigar and started sucking.
"Jiulong City Walled City." Lu Weidong said it in Chaozhou dialect.
The taxi driver frowned, with a suspicious look on his face, and immediately said, "Fifty."
Lu Weidong nodded, pulled out five 10 Hong Kong dollars from his arms and handed them to the driver.
The driver immediately put it in his pocket and slowly started the car.
The car was fast and drove into the city soon.
The taxi driver looked at Lu Weidong while driving. Seeing Lu Weidong sucking a cigar alone and not speaking, he couldn't help but say nothing, "Today's night is good, sir, you came out in the middle of the night. Is there anything wrong?" p>
Lu Weidong slowly turned his head, glanced at the driver, and said slowly: "You should also inquire about the matter of Inspector Lei?"
When the taxi driver heard this, his face suddenly turned pale as paper, and cold sweat was as big as beans on his forehead.
With a creaking sound, the car stopped.
The taxi driver hurriedly bowed to Lu Weidong, "I'm sorry! I'm sorry! I don't know you are from Brother Lei. I'll give you the money."
The taxi driver trembled and took out the fifty Hong Kong dollars from his pocket, held his hands high, and his whole body trembled like a sieve, and his face was covered with cold sweat and fell on his collar.
This man was so scared that he was already scattered and he had no sense of calmness he had just now.
Lu Weidong frowned and felt that Lei Luo, one of the four major detectives in Xiangjiang, was extremely powerful. Even ordinary drivers were scared and frightened.
"Take you a try! Drive!" Lu Weidong shouted, staring at the taxi driver with contempt.
The taxi driver was so scared that he shivered, hurriedly grabbed the steering wheel and started the car.
This time, he became much more honest, his mouth tightly pursed throughout the whole process, and he drove with a straight face.
The car entered Mong Kok, crossed Kai Tak Airport, and stopped on the street outside Kowloon Castle Village.
In the distance is Jiulong City Village. The dense windows of these tall buildings are like honeycombs. The dense and terrifying made Lu Weidong a little dazed.
At this moment, he thought of the ancient historical photos on the wall when he visited the Kowloon City Walled Park Museum.
At the beginning, it brought him a sigh and shock.
And after seeing it with his own eyes, the shock and sigh deep in his memory in his mind were suddenly triggered.
At this moment, Lu Weidong's eyes showed a trace of reminiscence and a sigh.
This is a deep lament about the history of Kowloon City, its blood and fire fighting, its struggle, its tears, its helplessness.
This was originally a legacy of history, a group of abandoned people, a zone of three no-costs.
Here, it may be a drug nest, here, it may be a paradise for criminals, here, it may have too many sin flowers.
The only thing in common is that people who are desperate and forced to do so are gathered in this hamlet. As time goes by, more and more people join, which is where the city’s largest slum and urban hell is. The taxi driver on the side saw that Lu Weidong was in a daze, so he didn't dare to ask too much, didn't dare to move at all, and sat upright and waited.
At this time, a military policeman walked over with a military stick in his arm,
He knocked on the window.
Lu Weidong had already come to his senses. He slowly opened the car door and walked out of the car.
"Asir! What's the matter?" Lu Weidong said with a smile.
The military uniformed police looked up and down at Lu Weidong, frowned and said, "Take off your glasses and take out your ID."
Lu Weidong cooperated very well. He took off his sunglasses and took out his ID from his pocket.
The military uniform police took it and took a closer look, handed it back to Lu Weidong, frowned and said, "Mr. Lu, you live in Mong Kok, what are you doing here?"
Lu Weidong smiled slightly and said, "Asir! I'm waiting for my friends."
The military police nodded, and he crossed Lu Weidong and knocked on the taxi car that had not left to watch the fun.
"Dongdongdongdongdongdongdong!" The sound was very loud, and the taxi driver opened the car door with a restless look on his face, and squeezed out a smile and said, "Asir, what are your instructions?"
"Go to Yuen Long!!" The military policeman sat up, closed the car door, and lay on the car chair.
When the taxi driver heard this, his face suddenly became bitter, and his mood seemed to have eaten bitter gourd.
He suppressed his emotions, smiled and said a few compliments, and then started the car and slowly moved.
After the car finally disappeared, Lu Weidong slowly stepped forward and came to the Jiulong City Walled City.
Soon, he walked to a shop on the street and stopped.
Lao Jiu wonton noodle restaurant.
The six large black regular characters on the door plaque have a quaint and vicissitudes of life.
Lu Weidong took a look, took out the key from his pocket and opened the security door of the noodle shop.
The room was pitch black, and there was only a shiny light on the ground at the door, which was the light shining from the street lights.
Lu Weidong closed his eyes, and soon found the light line and turned on the light.
Dozens of dining tables, neatly arranged stools, the farthest is the counter, and behind the counter is the statue of the God of Wealth, Guandijun.
Below is the incense burner, which is already full of incense ash.
Next to it is an empty wine cabinet and a wooden door next to it.
Looking around, this is a small noodle restaurant worth tens of square meters.
We operate wonton noodles.
Lu Weidong walked over and saw that the counter had fallen a layer of dust.
Walking behind the counter, Lu Weidong pushed open the wooden door, and it was black inside.
I turned on the light and walked in. It was the kitchen, which was even bigger than the dining room in front, with various machines inside.
It is covered with woven bags, and there is a layer of gray on the woven bag.
Lu Weidong walked around twice, then took out a rag from the kitchen and began to wipe the counter.
At present, this shop belongs to Lu Weidong. This is the stronghold explained by Director Li of the Ministry of Security himself, and has provided sufficient information for Lu Weidong.
Director Li told me that no one here knows his Lu Weidong's background.
Moreover, Lu Weidong's appearance has changed.
Even if it is a person from the Red Star Security Office of Sijiu City, it will be difficult to recognize Lu Weidong's current appearance without making any careful arguments.
In the mirror, Lu Weidong's pretty face disappeared without a trace, replaced by his plump and mature face, which is more handsome! More charming!
Lu Weidong wiped the mirror, tidied up his clothes, and went to the kitchen.
After a while of busyness, the entire noodle shop was cleaned up.
Lu Weidong washed his hands and unbuttoned his apron. He walked to the counter and sat down, lit a cigar, and slowly sucked it up.
He frowned, and at this moment, he thought a lot.
Just as Lu Weidong was pondering, suddenly, a man walked into the door. This was a middle-aged man. He walked in with a curious look on his face.
After seeing Lu Weidong's face, the curiosity on the middle-aged man's face became even stronger.
"Who are you? Why don't you see Uncle Gen?"
Uncle Gen is the former owner of the old Jiuyuntuan noodle restaurant. He has been here for ten years. He has retreated gloriously and secretly returned to the Ministry of Security of Sijiu City to become a major.
Lu Weidong stood up and explained: "Uncle Gen has passed away! I am his nephew, Lu Weidong."
"What? Dead? What's going on? Why don't you know?" The middle-aged man said in surprise, his mouth wide open.
Lu Weidong smiled bitterly and said, "Fallen leaves return to the roots! Uncle Gen was buried in his hometown! Therefore, when he left, he invited everyone a meal, which was a tactful way to tell everyone."