"The tofu brain is so hot!"

The thunderous hawking sound was like an alarm clock, awakening Chu Mufeng from his sleep.

It’s like this every day. Before dawn, there will be a series of hawking sounds in the old alley on time.

After a simple wash, he put on his police uniform, a hat, and a armed belt. Chu Mufeng pushed the door and walked out.

Walking on the bluestone road and walking out of the narrow and dim old alley, my eyes suddenly became clear. The spacious streets were surrounded by breakfast stalls everywhere.

"Xiao Zaoer's peas are yellow, big pieces!"

"Bai Zhui, fried tofu!"

"Sweet and sour bean juice - macaque tofu!"

Looking at the simple stalls and listening to the unique hawking sounds, Chu Mufeng couldn't help but smile helplessly.

Unexpectedly, the scenes that were only seen in TV series before are now truly visible.

He was originally a young ordinary criminal policeman in China in the new century. He was bravely shot to cover his comrades during a drug-killing mission.

After waking up, I found that I had come to Peking in the 25th year of the Republic of China. I was still an agent and was affiliated with the Peking Police Department.

In the first few days, Chu Mufeng could not understand this, and he was a little lost. Now more than a week has passed, so he has been at peace with the situation and slowly adapted to life in this era.

At least I am still young now and can see that the day when our party successfully liberates the whole country and leads thousands of Chinese people to stand on the top of the East again.

As people want, our party will win and China will rise, this is an unstoppable trend!

During this period, Chu Mufeng felt that he could do something with the foresight.

At the entrance of the alley, Xuji bean juice stall.

"Good morning, Mr. Chu, is it still the same rule?" Xu Dachong, the little boss with a slightly yellow sweat towel on his shoulder, opened his mouth and showed his buck teeth, and asked with a flattering smile.

"kindness."

He pulled open the bench and sat down, put the hat on the table, and Chu Mufeng pulled out two chopsticks from the chopsticks.

"Okay, one bowl of bean juice, two fruits."

The reason why Chu Mufeng had breakfast at this restaurant was not only because the soy sauce here was very thick and the place was clean, but the most important thing was that Xu Dachong was very poor-mouthed.

Three religions and other ranks, peddlers and pawns.

These little people seem inconspicuous, but in fact they know a lot.

Xu Dachong, who usually likes to nag, would never stop these gossips if he opened his mouth.

This is also Chu Mufeng’s favorite content. Maybe any news will be useful, right?

A bowl of gray-green authentic bean juice and two golden fruits served on the table, making people feel appetizing.

After eating, Chu Mufeng pushed the bowl, wiped his mouth with a handkerchief, stood up and greeted Xu Dachong.

"Go away!"

"Master Chu, please go!" Xu Dachong nodded and smiled.

As soon as he walked out a few steps, a dark green tram drove slowly over. Chu Mufeng jumped into the car in two steps in three steps, and then sat in a window position.

At this moment, there were already a lot of people in the tram and they were talking about it.

"Do you think the Japanese devils will come here?"

"I think those guys are not very careful and will probably fight."

"Oh, I don't know how Nanjing will deal with it? I don't want to fight. This is a messy battle and business is not easy to do!"

"Hey, who doesn't want to live a stable life!"

...

Don't want to fight?

After hearing this, Chu Mufeng glanced at the middle-aged man with glasses and shook his head slightly.

Your hope is destined to fail. This year is the 25th year of the Republic of China, that is, in 1936. The war of aggression launched by the Japanese invaders in history after joining the Axis powers will begin next year.

There must be a war between China and Japan that swept the whole country, and the war lasted for eight years.

The Republic of China is definitely a chaotic autumn. When living in this era, the most painful thing is the people.

Since you are born in a chaotic world, you must be enlightened and not do things mediocrely.

A seven-foot man must naturally be full of passion!

That's what Chu Mufeng thought.

"I must make a name for myself at the Peking Police Department."

Chu Mufeng, who secretly made up his mind, set a small goal for himself.

Because he knows better than anyone else that the great Chinese nation is about to usher in a tragic disaster.

Only by having more voice can you control your own destiny in troubled times, have more counterattack power, and severely attack those traitors and Japanese spies, rather than being a bystander who does nothing.

...

No. 16, Qianmen Nei Public Security Street.

Headquarters of the Peking Police Department.

Chu Mufeng clearly remembered that this place was later the location of the National Museum after Liberation, and now it is the headquarters of the Beiping Police Department.

During the Qing Dynasty, from north to south, there were the ancestral offices of the court, the Ministry of Personnel and the Ministry of Rites.

After the Revolution of 1911, the southern half of the Zongren Mansion was the fire brigade station of the Beijing Police Department. The Ministry of Personnel became the Beijing Police Department, and after the Republic of China, it became the current headquarters of the Beiping Police Department.

During the Republic of China, the Peking Police Department had great power and was in charge of not only criminal investigation and arrest, but even transportation and urban construction were within their authority. It is not an exaggeration to describe it as a concentrated municipal government.

Chu Mufeng is affiliated with the Criminal Investigation Department.

As the name suggests, this department is to investigate criminal cases. As long as it involves criminal cases, it is under the jurisdiction of the Criminal Investigation Department. Therefore, within the Police Department, it can definitely be regarded as a real and powerful department.

Criminal investigation is divided into three departments.

Chu Mufeng belongs to the first department.

Department 1.

"Hey, Mu Feng, haven't you asked for leave to rest? Why are you back so soon?"

"I said Xiao Chu, your face seems a little wrong. Why don't you go home and rest."

...

When he saw Chu Mufeng walking into the department, the old fried dough sticks left behind couldn't help but speak one after another.

As a newcomer who just graduated and worked in the police department, he didn't even have a year in total, so Chu Mufeng naturally wouldn't easily gain the attention of the elderly.

Of course, it’s not that they all have malice, they just like to make fun of newcomers.

"What are you yelling? Why, everyone is idle and has nothing to do, right?"

At this moment, a hoarse voice suddenly sounded, and then a man with a thin face, two small beards and looked quite cold, walked in.

The eyes like eagle-like eyes glanced at the audience, and all the people who met were lowered their heads and went to work awkwardly.

There is no way, the first level of official position is to kill people, let alone the second level of seniority! Who dares to offend him?

His name is Cao Yunshan, he is the deputy director of the Criminal Investigation Department, and he is directly under the First Department of the Direct Management

Since he also graduated from the Peking Police Higher Education College and studied under the same teacher, Cao Yunshan is quite taking good care of Chu Mufeng, the junior brother.

As the saying goes, don’t look at monks and Buddha’s faces!

With Cao Yunshan's care, although Chu Mufeng was just a newcomer in the first department, no one dared to take it casually.

"Director, it's early!"

After seeing Cao Yunshan come in, Chu Mufeng walked up to him and greeted him politely.

"Mu Feng is here! How about it? Didn't you say you are sick? Where is it uncomfortable?" When looking at Chu Mufeng, Cao Yunshan's expression became a little kinder.

"Thank you for your concern. It's nothing, I just have a cold, so I'll get better after taking the medicine!"

Chu Mufeng naturally knew the care of this senior brother and was very grateful.

"Well, so, come to my office!"

After saying that, Cao Yunshan glanced around and turned around.

Chu Mufeng naturally followed without saying a word.

Behind him, everyone in the department started to whisper.

"The director wouldn't want Xiao Chu to be responsible for that case!"

"That case is mysterious, whoever touches who is unlucky!"

...

After entering the office, Cao Yunshan sat down, took out a file bag from the drawer, and threw it on the table.
To be continued...