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In the darkness, Sun Zheng jumped out of the cabin and fell from an altitude of several thousand meters.
The strong wind blowing around you did not affect your vision at all. As you were falling at high speed, the brightly lit area below acted like a guiding beacon in the dark night. In this era, places with lights on in the early morning are very rare, and there are only a few places in Shanghai, which is known as the ten-mile foreign market.
This special lady also said that she flew by. This is at least ten miles away from Shanghai!
Sensing a large difference in orientation, his limbs stretched out, and an extreme wing suit that looked like bat wings appeared around him. This was Sun Zheng's first time using this set of extreme equipment. It took him a while to master it in the air, and he quickly dropped to a height of about one thousand meters.
Not being afraid of death doesn¡¯t mean you¡¯re not afraid of pain. Of course it¡¯s best if you don¡¯t get hurt. With a thought, the parachute bag appeared behind me. I stretched out my hand to pull it, and my whole body suddenly stopped. The descent speed stopped instantly, and I drifted towards the light.
We still couldn¡¯t make it to the city. Our feet landed on a paddy field. In this damn weather, the unfrozen water was actually colder than ice!
??????????????????????????????????????????????????????????? Out of the way, I stomped onto the official road. Water got into my boots. I was very unhappy and had to change to another pair.
After walking for almost half an hour, a river appeared in front of me. I looked at it for a long time. Isn¡¯t this the Huangpu River? Why does it look like this?
¡°You even said that the environment was good before, but it¡¯s so much worse than in the 21st century.
Walking along the east bank of the Huangpu River, you can see desolation as far as the eye can see. I remembered that I had just visited here not long ago, and it was so bustling with lights and bustling traffic.
¡°Well, there seems to be a thatched hut in front. Are there people living here?
As I walked closer, I suddenly heard several dogs barking.
¡°It¡¯s incredible, there are still dogs in such a poor place?
Amid a commotion, several torches were lit, and four or five thin, dry, faceless people patrolled over cautiously, carrying a few sticks, shovels, and the like.
Sun Zheng waited for a long time, but these people didn't see him. The dog was not very dedicated either. He barked a few times and ran away.
The group of people did not search far away, they just circled around the big shanty. He murmured in that weird tone and kept reciting in a low voice, which sounded a bit like Buddhist scriptures.
Sun Zheng was a little curious and watched the group enter the shed from the other side. Under the cover of darkness, they could not see themselves.
There was no door to the shed. Between the two pillars, there was a curtain made of sacks and an unknown material. The corners of the curtain were lifted from time to time by the winter wind.
Two more people came out of the door. They squatted carefully at the door, clicked a few pieces of paper and threw them into an earthen basin. They recited scriptures in a low voice in that weird tone.
Hearing that Sun Zheng felt miserable, he simply raised a lantern and shouted from a distance: "Is there anyone in front?"
The two were so frightened that they jumped three feet high, rolled and crawled into the house. In a moment, two people rushed out of the house, holding wooden forks and shovels in their hands, looking at the light of the lantern warily.
"Who are you? What are you doing here?"
It¡¯s very non-standard, but I can barely understand Mandarin. It¡¯s good to be able to communicate.
"I'm sorry, I was passing by. My car broke down on the road. There is no village or shop here. I want to find a place to rest. I will go to the city at dawn to find someone to repair the car. My fellow countryman, can it be convenient for me to have a rest?"
The two people communicated in a low voice, and Sun Zheng heard clearly. One of them said that there were lights and shadows, and it must be a living person. Another person also said that living people can harm others.
In the end, perhaps because they felt that they were nothing worthy of others¡¯ plots, the two reluctantly raised the door curtain and invited Sun Zheng into the house.
In the center of the room, there was a half-shaped iron bucket, with some firewood, coal, etc. thrown in it and a low flame burning. Several skinny men and women sat around, some half-awake, and some completely asleep. When they saw someone coming in, only a few of them reacted, while the others remained asleep.
There isn¡¯t even a bed for sleeping in this place?
After a very strenuous exchange, Sun Zheng learned about the situation of these people. It turns out that these people are the so-called corpse collectors, who take the ownerless corpses from the mass graves and put them to rest. The income comes from the scraps and some clothes found on the corpses. Generally valuable items have long been searched away by those who threw the corpses, and what they can pick out are those that others look down upon.
This is not an organized job, all the means of survival depend on the initiative of these people. It is somewhat similar to a link in the scavenging chain spawned by biological cycles in nature.
Sun Zheng felt his scalp numb and a chill rising up his whole back. He thought that in this era, the people at the bottom would live a very difficult life.?, I didn¡¯t expect it to be so miserable! In comparison, those corpses may be better than them, at least they don't have to live to suffer anymore.
Are all these just the sins of the Japanese? Pooh!
Sun Zheng felt very uncomfortable. He didn¡¯t even know how to help these people. Even if you have the lantern in your hand, you don't dare to give it to them. This kind of thing that is completely inconsistent with their identity may not necessarily be a good thing for them.
After going out for a walk, I pretended to be returning to the car to pick up something. I gave him a bag of about ten kilograms of millet. I watched a group of people happily set up a clay pot on top of the bucket and put the millet in, almost counting the grains. cook¡¡
Sun Zheng turned around and walked out of the shed, looking at the light not far ahead, feeling unable to calm down for a long time.
Originally, I wanted to take a rest and wait until dawn before heading into the city. It would be more convenient to do things. However, being stimulated by this incident, Sun Zheng couldn't hold it in any longer, so he simply hurried on in the cold wind, defeating the fire at the same time.
Shanghai is no different from other towns. As early as the Qing Dynasty, Shanghai had its city walls demolished when it was ceded to concessions. Under the management of foreign adults from all walks of life, it was known as the Ten Miles Foreign Market. It revealed a pathological and abnormal prosperity, which was in line with the devastated people all over China. The tragic scene is in stark contrast. Although it is now under the control of the Japanese, it is still the most prosperous port city in the entire East.
The Huangpu River is hundreds of meters wide. The electric raft is thrown into the water. With an inaudible sound, it quietly crosses the river and officially enters the boundary of Shanghai.
Walking along the street, the buildings here are obviously European-style and should belong to the former concession. It's funny to say that during the Qing Dynasty, we were beaten for selling cigarettes and had to cede land to open a port. The concession was in Shanghai for a hundred years, and it was not taken back by the Republic of China. But when the Japs took over Shanghai, the Western Japs immediately declared that they would return the concession to China. What the hell is this if you're not being a hooligan?
As dawn approaches, some street vendors have already begun preparations to open their doors. Lights are also on in the snack bars, and the guys are busy making various preparations. There are also boats and bamboo rafts coming and going on the river. They are hawkers and vegetable farmers selling vegetables into the city.
As the sky gets brighter, the number of people on the street gradually increases, and the various conversations gradually evolve into a strange reverberation sound.
I found a breakfast shop with a good business and ordered two scallion pancakes and a bowl of small wontons. The pancakes and wontons looked a bit rough, but the taste was very rich and pure. Compared with the flashy and glamorous things in the original world, The products of this era still retain their most ancient qualities. What we sell is repeat customers and what we do is long-term operation.
Step out of the snack shop and walk on the streets of Shanghai. Looking at the bustling flow of people, there is no sign of being affected by the clouds of war.
No wonder some people say that Shanghai is more prosperous than before under the control of the Japanese.
The Japs are not really honest. He worked so hard and put so much effort into occupying the territory, not just to look good, but the ultimate goal is definitely profit.
"It's a pity that in the end, the only thing that is cheap in such prosperity is those beasts. Although the people of Shanghai lived in peace and quiet, the profits they created were used to arm more invaders, plunging more Chinese people into dire straits.
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Sun Zheng thought a lot and finally let go. Yes, if you take action to cause trouble, many people will definitely be implicated and even lose their lives. But this is war!
So, come on!
He did not contact the military commander through the channels instructed by Ren Shiyi, nor did he alert the underground organizations. Shanghai is now an occupied area, ruled by little devils, and all institutions are established openly. So what else is there to worry about?
It¡¯s only two or three miles from the concession to Hongkou, and it only takes half an hour to shake your legs, just to eat.
During the Japanese occupation, Hongkou was the base camp of the Japanese. Except for the occasional "friendly people" who came and went, the vast majority were purebred Japanese. Many Japanese occupation and institutions are located here.
The famous Plum Blossom Hall is located in a small building called "Plum Blossom Hall".
There were a few middle-aged men sitting in front of the door who looked like waiters, but their sitting postures and demeanor were obviously different from ordinary people. They were all masters.
Sun Zheng came to the entrance of Plum Blossom Hall. The few people first looked at each other and confirmed that they did not know each other. They immediately entered a state of war alert.
"Sir, please stop! This is a private club, please show your invitation letter!"
Sun Zheng smiled and said: "Invitation letter? No!"
"Then what do you want to do here?" After all, this is a site that has been in operation for a long time, and it is quite disciplined.
"The Mei Agency is an intelligence agency. Of course I came here to get some information!" Sun Zheng said matter-of-factly.
"Then do you have a valid ID?" Seeing that he was such an old man, these people were not sure who this person was, and it was hard to fall out against him for a while.
Sun Zheng thought for a while: "I don't have any documents, but I have something to prove my identity!"
Um? Everyone felt that the situation was not quite right and quietly stood in a defensive formation.
Sun Zheng swayed slightly on the spot, his regular clothes turned into black armor, his helmet covered his face, and his shoulders poked out the hilts of his swords.
"Judge!"
"It's the judge!"
This group of people were shouting hysterically, and they had swords and guns in hand, but no one dared to take action first. They just tried their best to spread the news into the building.
In an instant, the entire Plum Blossom Hall was like an ant nest that had been doused with boiling water.
"Amaterasu, the judge is here to kick you!" (Remember the website address: www.hlnovel.com).
Sun Zheng thought for a while: "I don't have any documents, but I have something to prove my identity!"
Um? Everyone felt that the situation was not quite right and quietly stood in a defensive formation.
Sun Zheng swayed slightly on the spot, his regular clothes turned into black armor, his helmet covered his face, and his shoulders poked out the hilts of his swords.
"Judge!"
"It's the judge!"
This group of people were shouting hysterically, and they had swords and guns in hand, but no one dared to take action first. They just tried their best to spread the news into the building.
In an instant, the entire Plum Blossom Hall was like an ant nest that had been doused with boiling water.
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